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“I want the bond,” he said roughly. “For five years, I have done everything in my power to ignore how much I want this bond, Cerridwen. Five fucking years.”
His lips crashed into mine again, and a breathy little moan escaped me as his hands roamed over my body.
“Do you know how that kiss at Yule has tortured me?” he growled again, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead against mine. “How much I wanted to take you into these woods and fuck you senseless that night?”
“Well, you’ve done a very good job of hiding it,” I teased, warmth bubbling up in me at his admission.
“I told you,” he growled. “I’m done hiding.”
“Stop talking and kiss me again,” I said, pulling his mouth back to mine, our tongues tangling together as the truth of his desire, the same desire as mine, hit me like a physical blow to my chest.
He wanted me, and I was going to eat him alive.
Chapter 6
It must have been Herne’s room we made it back to because I didn’t recognize the furnishings in the dim light as we crashed through the door; a whirlwind of tongues and teeth and feathers as Herne practically tore the beautiful dress from me.
“I liked that dress,” I protested as he kissed my neck, my jaw. I ran my fingers through his silky hair.
“I’ll get you another,” he growled, moving his lips to my shoulder, and down toward my breast. His mouth on my nipple was like ice and fire in my blood, and I cried out as he pulled me to him, sucking the peaked nub gently.
I stopped him before he turned his attention to the other one. “Clothes first,” I said, realizing I was wearing nothing but my undergarments while he was still fully clothed. “Off.”
He chuckled, pulling the shirt over his head so that every muscle across his torso rippled with the movement. Warmth pooled between my legs as I took him in, and I bit my lower lip as he unlaced his trousers.
This wouldn’t be my first time. I’d experimented like most young demons did, long before coming to the Court of Beasts. But my first experiences were casual and unfulfilling, and this night had been five long years of wanting and waiting. My heart pounded, both with anticipation and nerves.
Herne was bare beneath his trousers, the hard length of him springing free as he pulled the offending garments off and threw them haphazardly behind him. “Now you,” he rumbled, his fingers skating along the edge of the lace underthings I had worn, half-hoping Herne would be the one to see them.
He ran a warm, calloused finger along the band at my hip, and then lower as he dipped beneath the material to feel the wetness that was already gathering there. I moaned, gripping his shoulders as his mouth went to the neglected breast, licking and sucking gently as he teased the garment off me.
“You are a fucking masterpiece,” he breathed, leaning back so he could peruse every inch of me. “Why the hell did I wait this long?”
“Because you’re a fool,” I said, practically jumping onto him as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine again.
“A huge fucking fool,” he agreed, lifting me so I had to wrap my legs around his waist to keep my balance while carrying me over to the bed. “The biggest.”
“Less groveling,” I groaned, biting his lower lip between my teeth. “More fucking.”
He growled, flopping backwards into the bed so hard it cracked somewhat ominously. He dragged me up his hard body, studying the wings behind me.
“I think,” he grunted, running his hands over my hips and across my backside, “that the wings will require us to get a little creative.”
He hauled my body up until I was straddling his shoulders, his strong hands steadying me as he swiped his tongue through my center. I gasped, reaching out for the headboard to steady myself as he licked me, exploring every inch of my sensitive flesh with firm, warm strokes until I was shaking with need.
“Herne,” I moaned, losing my grip on the headboard and moving my hands to his antlers. He groaned, the sound vibrating through me as he moved his tongue in steady, rhythmic circles, his own body quivering with need beneath me.
“I can’t get inside you until you come,” he growled, gripping my backside in emphasis as he continued to lick and suck. One hand slid between my legs and he filled me, one finger followed with aching slowness by a second. I cried out, release shooting down my spine like lightning as the wave of pleasure took me by surprise. My wings flared out behind me, nearly making me topple over as pleasure consumed me.
Herne didn’t stop, his free arm gripping my hips tightly as I tried to squirm away, the pleasure building for a second time with his steady, firm attention. “Gods,” I cried, biting down on the wooden headboard as he built me to a second steady crescendo of pleasure that barreled through me, harder than the first.
He hauled me back, turning us gently until I was on my back, each feather carefully smoothed by his firm hands to make sure he wouldn’t crush my wings. They took up the whole bed, and he smirked, his lips glossy as he bent to kiss me. The spark of wanton need lashed through my core at the taste of me on his lips, and I bucked my hips against him brazenly.
“Please,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”
Herne’s mouth crashed to mine again as he found my entrance, his hard length pressing in and in and in, so slowly it was nearly torture.
“Faster,” I groaned against his lips.
