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“Kiss me,” Faye moaned against his mouth in a desperate plea.
Rune held her tighter. One hand splayed over her ribs and the other in her hair. He gave no quarter, possessing her mouth. He ravaged her, slow and deliberate, opening her wider for him.
She licked his fang and a metallic taste bloomed on her tongue. Rune groaned as he captured the back of her hair, slowly using his other hand to tug at the sash of her silk robe.
Faye wasn’t thinking as he pulled her robe open. His hand caressed down her side as he pulled back, breaking their kiss. Faye panted as she gazed up at him, her mind a fog of wanton need. His downcast eyes gazed at her, awestruck as his hand slid down the lace trim of her garter belt. “You are the most beautiful sight I have ever beheld.”
His words doused her passion. The stinging memory of sitting up alone in his bed filled her with tension. “I heard that line before. Are you planning on running off again?”
“Forgive me,” he murmured, drawing her closer. He kissed the underside of her jaw. The corner of her mouth. “I acted in haste. If you allow it, I will stay until morning.”
Faye brought her lips to his, their kiss sweet and savoring. She didn’t want the hope, or believe he would want more with her. They weren’t right for each other. She wasn’t the queen raised in a dark court who would command and possess him, and he wasn’t the simple, kind man she envisioned sharing her life with.
But Darkness, he felt right. Being in his arms, touching him— Felt like home. Faye steeled herself. This was a ritual, and the rose-colored dreams of a future with him would shatter in the morning when he left her bed.
His memory would haunt her, but she could make the memory worth the pain.
She smoothed her hand over his chest. “I’m ready.”
Rune stood, cradling her against him without breaking their kiss. He laid her on the ivory sheets.
“Take off your robe,” he crooned as he hooked his finger under the strap of her thong. He met her gaze, waiting. Faye nodded, slipping her arms out of the robe while Rune slid the bit of lace down her legs and knelt before her.
He set her leg over his shoulder, and Faye dragged her heel up his back. “You don’t have to do that.”
He gave a low laugh, pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh near her knee, and moved lower. He looked up at her from beneath his dark lashes and smirked.
“I do this for me, not you.”
Chapter forty-eight
Fayepanted,softsoundsescaping her lips as Rune devoured and worshiped her. He parted her gently and kissed her clit before drawing it between his lips. She squirmed, fisting his hair as his tongue worked her. She twitched with each flutter passing over her sex, echoing her pleasure through her body.
The tension coiled in her again as he teased her with a firmer pressure. Building that rise of pleasure until it snapped. It’d snapped so many times, and he’d just started.
“Rune, please. I can’t.”
He eased his touch and pressed his tongue into her. Faye cried out, pulling his hair as she rocked her hips. Fucking herself on his tongue.
He pulled back to kiss and tease her slick flesh. “You can,” he breathed, moving higher to where she was most sensitive. “Would you like a demonstration?”
He purred against her mercilessly. Faye screamed, her back bowing as ecstasy crashed over her. Through her. Permeating into her, to her very soul.
“Please,” Faye begged without realizing it. She repeated her plea again and again as Rune pinned her waist, drowning her in a pleasure so intense stars glimmered in her vision. “Please,” she whispered.
Not knowing if she was begging for mercy or demanding more of him.
Rune relented and groaned against her. His tongue swept through her folds as his eyes slid closed. The veined shadows swaying beneath his eyes as he reverently tasted her. As though he truly worshiped her and needed to etch this moment into his being.
Faye curled onto her side when he finally released her. Panting and short of breath. She stared up at him as he let his robe fall to his feet.
Faye’s gaze swept down his perfectly chiseled body and her expression faltered when she caught sight of his erection. He was much too large to take into her body.
Faye sat up, glancing down at her hand, pressing three fingers together on her ivory sheets. She thought her sister was joking about a three-finger killer. Faye turned her attention back to Rune, keeping her gaze above his waist.
He glanced down at himself and turned back to her with an arrogant grin. “Having second thoughts?”
