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He didn't answer, instead giving me a feral grin and then kissing down the front of my neck, over my tunic until his mouth reached my breast. Through the fabric, he drew my breast into his mouth, licking and sucking, bringing my nipple to a hard painful pucker.
Slowly, his hand moved down to my hips, my thighs, gently pushing them apart. He found the spot between my legs and drifted his fingers almost leisurely across my breeches. I gave a little moan.
“I want to make you feel so good, Pen. Has anyone ever touched you here before? Like this?” He cupped his hand against the warm mound between my thighs.
For an instant, I thought of Florian. No, that was nothing like this. And thank the Three, it had not gotten this far. I shook my head, my lips trembling.
Vesper grinned wickedly. “Good. Then I'll be the first. Do you think this feels pleasant?”
I could hardly find the strength in my body to nod.
He stepped a little closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Then imagine how good this will feel.”
And then he slipped his hand inside the front of my trousers. I gasped, my body arching against him as his slender fingers found the hot center between my legs and stroked my wetness, parting me, opening me, then sliding a finger inside.
I clasped his shoulders desperately as he stroked, fingers sliding in and out, circling my wetness before sliding out, a slow insistent thrust. He was gentle, so slow and gentle. His fingers stroking and flicking, as my body parted for him, legs spreading a little, hips lifting against his hand, desperate to take in more of him.
I felt rush after rush of heat flow through me. My cheeks were so hot I was grateful for the darkness. My eyes darted past Vesper's shoulder to where the campfire still flickered in the distance, and briefly I imagined Drave waking up and coming upon us.
What would Draven think to find me like this, with Vesper’s hungry mouth upon my breast and his hand between my thighs?
But there was no stopping now. My body needed this, hungered for this with an urgency I would never have been able to imagine before tonight.
Vesper's fingers thrust into me with a sweet rhythm, and I moaned again, pushing against him hard.
“So good, Pen,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck. “You feel so good. So wet. I want to be inside you, Pen. Can you imagine how good that would be?”
By the Three, I could. I really could. I suddenly imagined it. Vesper's length pressing into me, fucking me against the tree, and for a moment I thought I would well and truly faint.
“But not tonight, Pen. Not now.” His voice was soft, his lips brushing against the skin of my neck and sending shivers of pleasure through me.
And then he shifted his fingers, his thumb pressing against that place I had touched in the private of the night, that throbbing, painfully pleasurable spot. His thumb circled over it, pressing and rubbing, and there. I let out a choked sob as a rapturous bliss began to spread through me in fierce rolling waves.
“Come for me, Pen.” Vesper's tongue trailed over my neck, his teeth worrying against the softness of my ear. “Come for me now, lovely.”
And then I did. The sensation cresting over me, straight through the core of my being, sending me shattering into pure ecstasy.
I cried out, burying my mouth against his shoulder, feeling his fingers thrust one last time.
His other arm was around me, clasping me tightly to him, and I leaned against him, my fingers digging into his back, feeling the soft wool of his shirt.
As he pulled his hand out, he raised his fingers to his mouth and slowly licked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Exactly how I thought you'd taste,” he said, a half-smirk on his beautiful mouth.
“Oh, and how is that?” I said, tossing my head a little and desperately trying to regain my equilibrium.
He flicked his tongue over his fingers again and I thought my cheeks would melt from embarrassment. “Like the nectar of the goddesses. Honey and spice. Sweet. Tart. Delicious.”
And then he kissed me, rubbing his tongue against mine, letting me taste exactly what he meant.
He let out a long, low sigh and then stepped back. “I think that's enough for tonight.” He gave a rueful grin. “Let's get you back before your bodyguard comes searching.”
“He's not my bodyguard,” I said, a little piqued. It seemed too close to the truth.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me along, wrapping his free arm around my waist. I gave a little yelp, then giggled.
“Well, whatever he is,” Vesper said. “He clearly doesn’t think I’m good for you.”
