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Thea surveyed that powerful torso, feeling her undergarments dampen as she drank in the broad planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his stomach, and those grooves that she desperately wanted to run her tongue down.
‘Halfway there,’ Thea replied, her hands already at his belt. She could see the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants.
He gave her a dark, delicious smile. ‘Oh, we’re not halfway anywhere. Not by a long shot, Princess.’
Smouldering need pulsed between her legs.
Wilder didn’t waste time with the buttons of her shirt; he dragged it up over her head without undoing it and tossed it aside. His gaze was hungry as he removed the band around her breasts as well, cupping each one in his rough hands and squeezing. Thea arched into him with a soft cry, heat swelling within.
When he rolled her nipple beneath his thumb and she bit back a desperate whimper, the bastard had the audacity to give her a smug smile before stripping her pants and undergarments away.
Naked, she stood before him, her breasts rising and falling with her short, shallow breaths of anticipation.
‘Did you lock the door?’ she managed.
Wilder laughed. ‘I did.’ Then he was moving, shoving a chair beneath the handle for good measure. ‘No one’s fucking interrupting this.’
He picked her up, carrying her not to the bed, but to the bench with the basin. There, he set her down and spread her legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders as he knelt down before her.
He moaned at the sight of her, and Thea’s stomach clenched at being so incredibly exposed. He’d done this before, but… somehow she felt even more naked in this position.
Any thoughts she had disintegrated at the first sweep of his tongue up her centre. Her legs shook either side of him, even as he gripped her thighs.
A loud moan broke free from her as he tasted her, teasing her clit, pleasure uncoiling deep within her. Her entire body turned molten as he worked her with his mouth and slid a finger inside her.
‘Gods,’ she panted, feeling a bead of sweat drip between her shoulder blades.
She tilted her hips towards his face and he smiled against her skin before obliging her silent command.
He added another finger, driving into her with long, luxurious strokes, adding to that intense pressure that had started to build, the very same that was eliciting cries of ecstasy from her.
‘Wilder…’ she murmured, her fingers tangling in his hair, forcing his gaze to hers. ‘I want to taste you too.’
Seeming to understand, he stood, taking a step back to finally remove his pants, his hard length springing free. Kicking the fabric from his ankles, he picked her up again and took her to the rug. There, he lay down on his back and pulled her down with him.
‘Put your knees on either side of my head,’ he told her.
‘What?’ Thea was no maiden, but this…?
‘You heard me.’ He was already reaching for her hips. ‘Face that way.’
Thea’s heart hammered mercilessly, as did the pulse of desire between her legs as her Warsword positioned her over him, so that she faced his cock and the most intimate part of her hovered above him.
A thrill rushed through her as she understood and slid down his body, baring herself to him in the most deliciously vulnerable way while closing her mouth over the crown of him. He was as hard as steel, and the hint of salt on her tongue brought that dark frenzy of desire straight to the surface.
Wilder made a low, rumbling sound of need against her skin and licked her from beneath, gripping her backside hard, spreading her. Her own moan was muffled by his cock as it slid into her mouth. She could take it deeper like this somehow, and she did, allowing the tip to knock against the back of her throat.
Wilder answered her by sliding his tongue inside her.
And holy Furies, she was going to die from the pleasure of it.
She burned for him, her whole body alight with desire and need and something far deeper. A feeling she wasn’t ready to acknowledge. All shewouldacknowledge was that doing this with him was unlike anything else, and that she felt tethered to him beyond just their bodies. There was something so intimate, so illicit about the act that had her trembling with longing as she braced herself above the Warsword, as he coaxed that pleasure that unfurled at the base of her spine and started to rise through her whole body.
He replaced his tongue with those two deft fingers, pumping them inside her as he lapped at her clit and she swallowed him down, Wilder bucking beneath her.
She was going to lose her mind like this.
Determined to see him come undone, she moved so she was seated between his thighs, wanting the focus to be solely on him before she fell apart.
