Page 86 of The Stolen Crown

Tait let his eyes close for a heartbeat, slowly teasing the crown of his cock. Those blood-and-honey eyes snapped open. “Then take all of me.”

He demonstrated long, slow tugs from root to tip. His grip was firm enough I could see his knuckles whiten.

My fingers circled the apex of my core. I could not stop the rough gasps and sighs that broke from my own mouth. “Then…then what?”

“You’d take your other hand…” He cursed under his breath and stared at the place between my legs, then reached his second palm between his thighs, cupping himself as he quickened his strokes on his length. “Like…like this.”

It was the most sensual, painfully erotic thing I’d ever seen. Unbidden, I slipped one finger inside myself, dipping in and out at the same pace as his strokes. Gods, the pressure building was almost too much.

My head fell back. I added a second finger. Tait grunted, and I glanced at him through heavy lids. His hips bucked into his fist, just enough for me to notice. His sharp features were beautifully flushed.

“More, Tait.” My voice was hardly there, thick as though I’d swallowed sticky syrup. “Show me everything.”

He drew a tight breath through his teeth. “Don’t you dare stop, Vicious.”

I moaned and curled the tips of my fingers again and again. I panted against my own hand. Release boiled low in my belly.

Tait’s gasps were deep, needy. His strokes quickened.

“Mira.” He spoke my name like a title to worship, a reverent sort of prayer. “You’re so”—he grunted when his thumb slid over the leaking arousal on the tip of his cock—“damn beautiful.”

I hummed and bucked against my two fingers. I panted his name. “Tait, I’m…gods, I’m coming.”

“Don’t you bleeding stop. Let me see it.” His hand worked faster, but his dark gaze was on me.

Jaw tight, head bent back so far I nearly rested it on the ground, my body convulsed through a violent, delicious release. Gods, the rush of it leapt from my toes to my head in a mere moment. I moaned and gently eased my fingers free of my slit in time to watch as Tait pumped his length, once, twice, then hot white bursts of his own release erupted over his fingers.

He slumped back, breathless.

Before any of the need could fade, I crawled to him, hovering over his still-hard cock. “May I taste you?”

Tait’s eyes burned, but he nodded. “If I can taste you.”

I did not hesitate and pressed the two fingers still soaked in my pleasure against his lips. His tongue curled around the tips. He moaned, gripped my wrist, and sucked each one in deeper.

I bent my mouth to his wet cock and kissed the tip. He was like musk and salt, wild like the seas of the Ever.

“Shit,” Tait mumbled around my fingers.

He didn’t pull away, but his body stiffened. I drew his length in deeper until the tip struck the back of my throat. In one long pull, my tongue licked him clean.

Tait met my gaze when I pulled off. A shadow was there, a softness too. Like he did not quite know what to do with me yet.

With care, I leaned closer, hovering my lips over his. “How a man who has not even touched me yet can draw out those sounds from me, I’ll never understand. You, Hearttalker, are worth any wait.”

Tait held one side of my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek, then he kissed me. It was not a kiss of passion, but something deeper. Something greater than physical desire.

This was a kiss meant to speak words of the heart a tongue did not yet know how to say.

Outside the storm roared, but here, in our small shelter, I curled against Tait’s chest. He no longer hesitated to wrap his arms around me, and we played the game of lightning with berries we’d collected.

He won more than he lost, but after I placed each berry in his mouth, he’d peck my lips and give me a taste.

“Sleep beside me tonight?” he whispered when the rain slowed and wind eased.

I kissed the hinge of his jaw. “After what you just showed me, you’re never going to be able to get rid of me. Your heart, your body—I regret to inform you—are my newest obsessions.”

Tait chuckled and nuzzled against the side of my neck. “I’ve no complaints, Vicious. None at all.”