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Not realizing she'd shut them, she did as he asked and sucked in a breath at his fiery gaze.
Who knew a mere look could make every part of her burn and ache for him?
The pounding between her legs was almost overwhelming, and on instinct, she spread her legs wider, desperate for River to touch her.
The corner of his mouth ticked up as he inched his fingers closer, closer, and was almost there when he halted. She growled. "Stop teasing me."
He kept his hand under her skirt in place, never moving the final few inches toward her center. "Only if you tell me how wet you are. Are you drenched? Desperate for my fingers? Feel as if you'll die if you don't get some relief?"
She bobbed her head, but River shook his. "No, I want to hear it, baby. Tell me you want my touch and then I'll start making you lose your fucking mind to the pleasure."
She hesitated, but then realized her saying these things would make River happy. Well, and sate her curiosity. But she wanted him to be happy in this moment, almost as if it was just as important as her enjoying his touch.
Digging deep down for courage—she'd never said such a thing in her life before—she replied, "I want your touch, River. I burn for it."
"Good girl," he murmured before lightly caressing her folds. The light touch from her center up toward her little bundle of nerves sent a surge of euphoria through her and she arched into his touch, wanting, no, needing more. Almost as if she was moving toward the edge of something she wanted to fall over.
"Keep making those sounds, baby. They tell me what you like and I want you to come hard for me."
His thumb centered on her little button, and with each slow stroke, even more wetness rushed between her thighs.
Maybe she should be embarrassed that she could feel herself on her legs, but she was too addicted to River's stroke, and brush, and then he gently pressed and she cried out.
But it wasn't enough, not nearly enough. "River, please."
He removed his hand and she growled. However, in the next second, he pushed up her skirt to her waist, spread her thighs wide, and the fae witch merely stared at her core.
For a second, embarrassment rushed through her and she tried to close her legs. However, River met her eyes and she forgot about everything but his intense gaze. "Tell me now if you truly want me to stop, or are you only embarrassed? Because if it's the latter, let me tell you that you have the most fucking beautiful cunt I've ever seen, baby. And my mouth waters to lick every drop of that glistening honey up and swallow it down."
His words only made her wetter…her…cunt wetter.
She couldn't believe she'd thought that word, but when River glanced down, her self-scolding evaporated. She watched as he reached out a hand and ran it through the wetness now coating her inner thighs. Then he met her gaze, sucked his finger into his mouth, and groaned.
Maybe it should disgust her. And yet, the sight of him lost to her taste only made her ache more.
Before she could change her mind, she blurted, "I-I'm just a little embarrassed. But don't stop, please don't stop."
He pressed against her inner thighs. "Never when you ask me so sweetly like that." He leaned down maintaining eye contact. "Time to reward my good little vampire bride-to-be."
As soon as his tongue touched her center, the combination of heat and wetness made her jump a little. But toward his caress, not away.
Before she could think of anything else, he lapped at her, licked, and slowly entered his tongue inside her. The feeling was…strange, but not in a bad way.
Then he licked upward and started to flick his tongue against where she ached, and throbbed, as if needing him and only him to soothe her. Gripping the arms of the chair, she moved her hips toward his touch, wanting something harder, or faster, or just something more.
Maybe someday she'd have the courage to ask for it, but she had no complaints as River did something with his mouth, suckling her and nibbling, that temporarily made her forget her name.
Her hands moved to his head and threaded through his hair, digging in, afraid he'd make the wonderful feelings end before she reached something, whatever it was building inside her.
Perhaps this was the lead up tola petite mort.
Then a finger toyed with her center, and all thoughts fled her mind and Nora couldn't help but cry out. His finger slowly entered her, and she braced for pain, but it didn't come. In the next second he lapped at her little bud at the same time as he moved his finger slowly in, and out, and in again. With each stroke the inferno inside her burned hotter.
The movement of his fingers, and his mouth, and the feel of his head in her hands, was marvelous. But then he moved his finger inside her in a certain way, suckled her hard little button, and the pressure finally eased, replaced with an explosion of blinding pleasure rushing through her body.
She cried out something, unaware of what, as each spasm sent her up into a sort of heaven again, one where she could barely think of anything but the euphoria. It stretched on and on, to the point she thought it might hurt. However, just as she neared the pain, it faded into a humming buzz of contentment.
When she finally came down from it all, Nora slumped into the chair, breathing hard, barely caring that River was still between her legs now thrusting his tongue into her, lapping as if he were starving.
