Page 206 of Revels on an Angel’s Grave

He dragged a finger up her center, gathering her arousal. Once—he only circled that perfect spot between her thighs once—and she whimpered.

“Or is slow not the answer, Huntress?”

“No,” she demanded.

He dipped back to her entrance, sinking into her shockingly fast.

“However you want, Emmeline. Take everything you need,” he breathed as he watched her writhing against his hand. His eyes—that utterly tormented, possessive, and infatuated stare—had her shattering. Magic sparked in her veins with her orgasm, the Fatesworn bond coming to life and feeding on this connection between them. It heightened her pleasure.

Desire and devotion, something that had lived without an answer for centuries, millennia. It needed to be tamed and worshiped.

“Quiet, Huntress.” Roremar laughed as she cried out. “There are a lot of other people in this manor. Don’t be reckless, now.”

“I don’t care,” she panted, the stars insatiable. “I need more—you.”

She kissed him and there was nothing soft or gentle about it. This was an unleashing. He’d claimed her, and now, she was throwing all caution to the stars.

“Here?” Roremar asked against her lips.

Emmeline nodded, emphatically, barely able to pull her mouth from his long enough to answer. Her hands dug into his waves, tugging his head to the angle she wanted.

As if in answer, the white fire rimming the seeing chamber flared, climbing the marble walls. The entire room turned to stardusted ruin.

Roremar gripped her hair, pulling her head back to meet his eyes. “I can’t worship you the way I need to here.”

Emmeline panted, but a challenge sparked within her. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she tugged at the laces of his tunic. “Not up to the task, Reckless?”

“That Fatesdamned lip bite,” Roremar groaned, and he was on her again, devouring her.

He spun her away from the pillar, kicking his cloak out across the floor. Emmeline ripped his tunic over his head so she could drag her hands down bare, tattooed skin and feel the heat of him.

Roremar lowered her, setting her atop his cloak. Emmeline leaned back on her palms, drinking him in as her chest rose and fell.

Hunger burned in his silver stare as he knelt before her, constellations whirling through the blue glass overhead. Awed, he dragged his thumb over her cheekbone, across her bottom lip. He pressed into the swell, watching that spot he seemed to love.

Love.

There was so much love and adoration, disbelief and utterly devoted reverence staring down at her. As if his entire existence was because of her. After she’d been used and manipulated for weeks, it pulled at every vulnerable thread within her.

And if she hadn’t already been so firm in this decision to fuck the Fates and the tournament and all the threats on their heads, the look in his eyes alone would have convinced her.

Roremar pressed his thumb into her lip harder. Emmeline opened her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around the tip. He groaned a low, “Fuck,” and her gaze dropped to his pants, his cock tenting the fabric.

She quickly pulled them down, and his impressive length sprang free. The tip glistened as she gripped him at the base, working her hand to the head to gather the moisture beading there. Roremar hissed through his teeth. The sound had her nipples pebbling, skin tingling.

“Huntress,” Roremar swore.

His gravelly tone only encouraged her. She leaned forward, taking him slowly into her mouth. Her eyes lifted as she pulled back, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. Roremar’s chest rose and fell heavily as she teased him, tongue swirling around the head of his cock before she took him deeper.

His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her but letting her set the pace. “Keep looking at me like that, and I won’t last long.”

She worked him with her hand and her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and nearly pulling all the way off before plunging forward so far he hit the back of her throat. Roremar groaned, his abs clenching.

“Wait,” he panted, and she pulled back, continuing to stroke him.

“Yes?”

“When I come, I want to feel you around my cock.”