Page 110 of Dark Destiny: The Turning Of The Loom

Khiann had planned to take his time, to learn her and what pleased her, to draw it out until she told him enough. He had expected to work at it.

She came apart in seconds.

Her thighs locked around his ears, her hand fisted in his hair, her back leaving the mattress, and she made a sound he had never heard from her before. Not since he had returned to her.

The climax rolled through her and did not seem to end.

Khiann stayed where he was, kept his mouth on her, and lapped up her nectar until her hand in his hair loosened and her body sank to the mattress.

He stopped and lifted his head.

Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving, her lips parted, and he felt immense satisfaction for bringing her such pleasure.

He rested his cheek on her thigh and looked up the length of her.

He had wanted to work harder for it. He had wanted it to take longer, so he could be sure it was his doing and not just hunger satisfied.

A starving woman would eat stale bread and call it delicious. He did not want to be stale bread.

Then she looked down at him with eyes that glowed so brightly he could not see her irises. "Again," she breathed.

Perhaps he was not so stale after all.

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ANNANI

"Again," she said.

He smiled against her thigh, the tips of his fangs showing white, and then he kissed her down there again.

The pleasure had been intense, but it had not lasted long enough. She had been starved for him, so it was no wonder he had detonated her orgasm in seconds. But she wanted more than that.

She needed him inside of her more than she needed to breathe.

"I changed my mind."

He lifted his head and frowned. "Why?"

"I want you inside me. We can always have more of this later. I have waited too long to feel you on top of me."

The smile slid off his face as he shifted up, and she hoped she had not made a mistake and asked too much of him when he was not ready. But then his weight settled over her, and he was hard.

He was still dressed, but she could feel the length of him pressing against her belly.

That was a relief.

He had been hard while washing her. She had noted his erection when he had stood to wrap the towel around her, and he was still hard now. There was no hesitation in the way he pressed against her. Whatever had been happening in Esag's shed, whittling was not the whole of it, but she did not want to think what else he had learned from Esag during those long hours or how those lessons had been delivered.

The important thing was that his fear was gone, and his erection was just as solid as that of any twenty-year-old healthy male whether god, immortal, or human.

She slid one hand down between them and closed it around him. His breath left him in a rush.

"You are so ready for me," she said.

"Annani—" The fear was back in his eyes, and she felt him soften in her hand.

"Do you know what the last person to wash me in a bath said to me?"