Page 80 of Elysian

“Of course I knew.” He caught my mouth with his. I stilled under the assault of his tongue. His fang nicked my tongue. He wasted no time in licking the spot. Desire roused to life, as it always did under his regard.

Such a tempting man. I pulled back.

“I must return to my translations.”

He curled his arm around my waist and hoisted me up into his arms. I gasped, my legs falling apart around his waist.

He did not respond, continuing with his wide stride.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Each step seemingly louder. My dress fluttered around my thighs.

Until the frame of the door crossed the corner of my eye, then Cassiel was lowering me onto a pile of fur. I landed on my back while he hovered over me, tawny hair falling forward to cast his face in shadows.

Cassiel lowered, bringing his nose to the tip of mine. He exhaled and his sweet breath filled my nose. I held painfully still, waiting for his next move. His grin widened.

The oaf knew he was tormenting me.

His teeth grazed the tip of my nose, then he was gone from view, leaving me staring at the stone ceiling. I had no time to wonder where he had gone because he yanked down my bloomers, then spread my legs as wide as they would go.

“Cassiel?”

He offered me a smirk that curled his perfect lips up at one side, his fangs perfectly on display, then he lowered, keeping his eyes on me as he dragged his tongue up the slit of my entrance.

My breath caught in my throat.

A familiar pulse started between my thighs. I pressed my head back against the mattress, arching my spine to take more of his mouth. The delightful flicks of his tongue rendered me mute.

He moved his tongue up until he pressed against the bud hard. My mouth opened in a silent cry. I took hold of the front of his hair, gripping it tightly.

He didn’t slow the possession, plundering me as if he savored my taste.

I reached the climax, my body relaxing from the tension that had turned me rigid. Panting so hard my breasts heaved up and down. Cassiel’s damp lips quirked up and he lowered again to kiss my leg. He stood, reached for the button on his trousers to loosen them, and the bulge bobbed out.

Liquid dribbled down the side of the turgid length.

My mouth flooded with moisture.

Could I bring myself to do as I wished?

The dips framing his hips deepened as he moved to sit on the bed.

“Come mount my face,” he rasped.

I stood before him, staring down at the thickness. The reddened tip twitched and produced more moisture under my gaze. I gave in to doing what I’d been curious about. I grasped the shaft. A peek at him showed me his raised eyebrows.

I grabbed the nearest cushion and lowered to my knees. In the same move, I took him in my mouth. Cassiel gasped, his hand sliding into my loose hair.

‘You do not . . .’ A groan cut him off.

I flicked my tongue around the top, collecting his need. Then I dragged it down the side, suckling as I licked. Spit and need trickled to the top of my hand, so I used it to glide down.

He pumped up while his hand pressed on my head. The tip of his length shoved against the back of my throat. I choked, and he hissed. His hold on my loose tresses intensified, verging on pain.