Page 48 of The Song of the Void

My mind began to run away with itself at his heady words, but he quickly filled in the blanks for my imagination.

“You’d already be so wet for me, just like you are now, but I’d take my time going down on you.”

I stifled an argument that I wasn’t wet for him, because I didn’t think I had it in me to lie convincingly.

Especially not when he brushed his lips against my earlobe, continuing to whisper, “I’d use the tip of my tongue to massage your clit, savoring the taste of you until your legs start to shake, though I don’t think you’d come from just that. No, you’d take a lot longer, but I’d enjoy every moment of getting you there.”

Heat pooled inside me. Just his voice, dripping with desire, was nearly enough to make me want him. He dragged his lips down my neck, nibbling at my skin as I tried to draw back the fractured pieces of my mind enough to argue with him.

When I finally got my voice to work, it was weaker, more yearning than I intended. “Y-you’re full of yourself. What makes you think you could do what I’ve never—” I stopped myself.

He pulled away from kissing around my collar and raised an eyebrow. There was genuine surprise in his voice as he asked, “You mean you haven’t…Ever?”

Truthfully, I almost wanted to see if he could do it. I huffed. “Fuck you. What would you do next?”

A grin flitted across his lips. “Well, once you were desperate and even wetter for me, I'd sink inside you, until every inch of me was completely buried.”

My heart stopped, then skittered in an irregular rhythm as my imagination completely betrayed me, forcing me to think about exactly what it would feel like to have him inside me. Spirits, it would probably feel so damn good. I saw the bulging outline of his dick easily through his pants. I knew he was big—but no, he wasn't allowed to impress me any more than he already had. He was a pirate, a Human. I had to keep reminding myself of that.

I tried to scoff to hide my building desire. “Don't say ‘every inch,’ like you're above average. How big are you, anyway?”

What's wrong with you, Zephra?

“I don't know. I haven’t measured myself. Want to try?” he asked, a confident smirk in his voice.

Of course I wanted to fucking try. I set my jaw and dragged my eyes down the muscled planes of his chest and stomach, to where his cock strained against his pants. Since it sounded like an open invitation to touch him, I casually glided my hand down the same path my eyes followed, and rested my palm against him, trying and failing to cover his rigid length. My hand honestly felt tiny compared to him…I met his eyes, stroking him slowly through the soft fabric until his breath hitched and he had to bite his lip. “Well…you're bigger than I thought, but you're still perfectly average.”

“You thought I'd be small?”

“Minuscule.”

The flash of annoyance that creased his brows melted into more heat as he swore and leaned into my hand. “Fuck, whatever you say.”

I was completely mesmerized. He had me just as feverish and needy as he was, and the way he pulled the strap of my nightdress to the side with his teeth to kiss my collarbone nearly drew a moan from my lips. My traitorous body almost didn't want to regain control, but wasn’t this just a tease, one I could put a stop to at any moment? “Reiven,” I gasped. “Didn't you call me—what was it? Poison disguised as sugar? Yet here you are, tasting me as if you've never had candy before.”

Rei laughed softly and flicked his tongue beneath my dress, against my nipple. He hummed, as if he'd never known a sweetness like it before. “Maybe I enjoy indulging in a little sugary poison. Even if it's deadly, even if it makes me completely delirious. Now…where was I?”

“Burying yourself inside me,” I whispered, shocked at the whine in my voice as I forced myself to stop stroking him, gripping the pillow with both hands to keep my touch from wandering again. Because now, nothing sounded more satisfying than digging my nails into his back, feeling those powerful muscles rippling beneath my fingertips.

“Right. I'd want to pound into you so hard you’d have to hold on to me to keep yourself from coming right then, taking you so rough that you scream my name for the entire ship to hear…but I'd hold myself back at the start. I'd be so slow and gentle until you pleaded for me to fuck you harder.”

Words. Didn't come.

I had to say something, anything. I couldn't just let him get away with making my face burn and stealing the breath from my lungs so easily. His weight lay heavy and comforting on top of me, his delicious body heat penetrating the sheer material of my nightdress. Hardly anything was left to the imagination for either of us.

I somehow shot him a weak smirk. “You wouldn't last two minutes, Reiven.”

“Probably. Best thirty seconds of my life, then.”

That had to be the sexiest thing I'd ever seen a man do, genuinely joking at his own expense.

“Well, you'd last longer than thirty seconds. But not longer than two minutes.”

“Such flattery from a Siren who hates me.”

Clearly, it was difficult for me to act like I hated him when I was imagining him going down on me, fucking me slowly like he loved me…I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him closer, and Spirits, the way he ground against me nearly drove me crazy. “I'd be so tight around your cock.”

A victorious smile built in his heated gaze. “Say my name again,” he purred. “Truly moan it for me. Don’t fake it.”