Page 218 of Spring Guardians & Songbirds

“No, I like red.” Liar.

He pulled a little cupboard open, stashing the delicate lacy things on it and going on his knees before me. The sight had me smiling like a fool. “Like that, huh?”

Yes. Yes. Yes. “I thought your knee hurt.”

“There is this one prayer,” he said, kissing his way up my thigh. “That I’d like to leave at this altar.”

Hooking his hands under my hips, he dragged me to the edge of the table and flicked his tongue over me. The sensation of his mouth had me panting, my knuckles turning white from the force of my grip that could almost crush the wood in splinters. He played with my body, knew every inch of it like his playground. His fingers curled in me, hitting that one spot while his mouth and teeth grazed my core.

I felt something warm wrap around my limbs. Phantom shadow hands swirled around me, pulling my legs avert till I was splayed out to him completely. They brushed past my nipples and neck till they summoned hot attention on every inch of me.

His tongue slid inside of me, fingers still circling me until he had me calling all sorts of prayers and curses. “Fuck, Kilian.”

His lips and tongue and—

And that.

His fingers and shadows thrust in me while he kissed my thighs, and I felt his magic slither down my stomach and—

My body arched on the table at the toe-curling sensation brushing the apex of my thighs, substituting his fingers. They teased that thrumming sensitive nub, flicking and circling while Kilian’s fingers picked up a pace thrusting inside of me. “Yes, right there.” The hum of pleasure built up and up till my vision spotted and I was crying out my climax with his name on my lips.

His hands held my thighs apart as his tongue flicked over me till he’d lapped up every bit of my release, till he’d licked every shudder and shiver off of my skin.

When he stood, my fingers fumbled with the buttons of his britches, rushing to free him. He chuckled at my eagerness, leaning in to leave a gentle kiss on my mouth. It wasn’t until I almost melted into it that I realised what we were doing.

I froze. So did he.

He’d kissed me.

The first time since that day.

One moment we stood there, forehead to forehead, utterly quiet. The remnants of that kiss still wet on our lips.

His heart was loud but so was mine.

If all it took was one kiss.

“Forgive me,” he breathed out, cupping my face and kissing every inch of it. “I didn’t—”

“Where did you leave off?” I asked, kissing both his palms and then guiding them down my body again.

The way he watched as I pushed his hands down my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs, had my body come to life once again. One look. That was all it took.

One look.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and turned me around so my back was to his chest. A hand slowly descended down my stomach to tear my nightgown off while his mouth left torturous kisses on my neck. “If you want me to stop, I will stop.”

Quickly, I wiggled out of the nightgown scraps. “I hope to gods you are trying to be funny with me.”

He chuckled in my ear, his warm breath making me shudder. “I’m being serious, my little beast. My hunger is a bit severe, and I’m done being patient.”

“Then you must know how I’ve felt.”

His grin was massive as he slid a hand over my jaw to turn my face to him so he could lean in and bite my lip, drawing a bit of blood and sucking on my flesh till I’d grown twenty shades of frustrated and wet. “I’m fucking delirious at your taste.”

The same warm sensation wrapped around my ankles, pulling them apart, and slowly, he pushed my torso down so I laid flat on the table, the same shadows wrapping around my wrists too. “Look at you,” he said, trailing his fingers over my spine. A gasp trapped on my throat when he smacked my bottom. “So ready for me.” There was not a moment for me to gather myself because he crowned me and fully pushed in, filling me and seizing both my air and my voice.

“Fuck.” He stilled just a little, waiting for me to adjust before he began thrusting in me hard and then fast, then harder and faster till our bodies were rocking as one, his hips smacking into mine. “You were made for me, woman,” he growled, thrusting a bit deeper and my nails dug on the table from the curling sensation.