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“Put your arms up.” His voice was rougher than usual and he lifted the slip over my head and went back to my breast, the sensation more intense, now that there was nothing between us. “Gods, you have beautiful breasts, Anaria.” He cupped them both, his mouth moving between them—suckling and nipping—until I was panting.
My core was pressed against his hard cock, bursting to get out of his trousers, and I slipped my hand down his chest, his hard stomach, beneath the top of his waistband. I curled my fingers around his length and pumped, his cock like velvet-wrapped steel.
“Anaria.” His raspy growl only made me work him harder, because he sounded like he was about to explode and I didn’t want to be the only one who felt this out of control.
“I’ve thought about you, too, Raziel.” I stroked him slowly, deliberately, my thumb swirling the moisture beaded at the end of his cock. I pressed my lips to his pectoral, right over his heart, tasting salt.
“The way your mouth felt…inside me.” I lost my breath at his low, needy groan, the way his body bucked as I pleasured him. “The way your cock filled me up.” I paused, leaned my forehead against his chest, unable to look him in the face. “I didn’t think you’d forgive me.”
“I didn’t think I would, either.” The silence stretched out, then he pushed my hair back and tipped up my chin so our eyes met. “I tried to be angry with you. But I found that I couldn’t.”
“Good.” The tight ball of fear in my belly unknotted, relief flooding through me. “I hated myself for not telling you the truth right from the beginning.”
“You can trust me, Anaria.” He promised. “I don’t care about overthrowing the kings or the magic, or even what comes next. I just want you to be safe.” His embrace tightened. “I can’t do that, since I’m a slave.”
“Then we’ll both do the best we can, under these circumstances. We tell the truth, we have each other’s backs, and we be careful.”
“Careful.” He agreed, before his mouth fastened on the side of my throat. He sucked hard, my core clenching, my body softening in his hands. “Tell me what you want, Anaria. We have a few hours. Last time…I didn’t like rushing. Tonight, we don’t have to.”
“I…I want you between my legs again.” I didn’t know why I felt this unsure. I should be able to tell him everything I wanted, all the things I’d been fantasizing about, yet…I was shy.
“You liked when I fucked your pussy with my tongue?” His smile was pure wickedness, and in a flash our positions were reversed. I was flat on the table and he was staring down at me, his brow furrowed in confusion…then in anger. Raziel reached out, traced his finger on my belly. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the prickle of hot tears.
“What is this mark?”
My throat was so tight I could barely get the words out. “It’s an S.”
“Why…why do you have this scar, Anaria? This mark was doneon purpose.” Raziel’s tone was pure male menace, and even though his anger wasn’t directed at me, fear slid through my blood like acid.
“Because when Solok couldn’t break me with his whip, he decided to mark me anyway. So I’d always…” I swallowed. “Remember. Everything else went away…except for that.” By the time I’m finished, my voice was little more than a whisper and Raz’s face…I didn’t think I’d ever seen that sort of fury before.
Then his expression softened, he picked up one of my tears with his finger, then traced the scar again. “You are the most perfect creature I have ever known. I cannot bear the thought of you hurting. Do you wish this mark to be gone?”
“I hate it.” I admitted. “I hate remembering.”
“Then your wish is my command.” He pressed me firmly down to the table, before his lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. “You are meant to be treasured, Anaria.” Another kiss between my breasts, lower, longer. “I will give you such pleasure tonight, enough to make you forget.”
“Yes. I want to forget.” I breathed, my toes curling when his tongue carefully traced the scar, leaving a trail of blazing heat behind. He did it again, slower this time, and the heat became fire, settling between my legs like molten embers, the brush of his lips over my skin undoing me.
“Look.” When he lifted his dark head, the scar was gone, only the wet trail his tongue had left a mark where Solok had cut me. “Had I known, I would have removed that sooner.”
“Had I known your healing methods, I might have asked sooner.” His eyes sparkled, and the smile that curved his lips…I lost my breath at the sheer beauty of him. Something inside me settled into place. It was like I’d finally come home.
“Now where were we?” That wicked light came back into his eyes, his smile widening as he pressed my legs apart, inhaling deeply.
“Like the first morning dew.” He murmured, dipping his tongue into my pussy, licking from top to bottom, his tongue working absolute magic until I was writhing against his mouth. He flicked that magic tongue across my clit and I moaned before he plunged a finger inside me, my hips bucking up off the table, trying to push him deeper. “So fucking sweet. So fucking innocent.”
I didn’t feel innocent.
I felt wanton, spread out for Raziel to do whatever he wanted, my hands twined in his long hair yanking him closer while my hips moved of their own accord. Pleasure swamped me, fingers and tongue moving together to drive me higher and higher, his rich musky scent filling my nose, my head, all of me, until all I knew was Raziel.
Then I broke.
I came so hard I saw stars, release roaring through me, leaving me shell shocked, my legs hanging loosely, boneless fingers sliding from his hair as he stood, his powerful body flexing in one fluid, continuous motion. I was shattered apart, unable to look away while Raz tore off his trousers, his cock jutting, moisture beading at the tip.
Fucking Hades, he was magnificent.
Nothing but solid, rock-hard muscle, his square jaw clenching, one hand stroking himself while he stalked closer. My hips bumped up off the table in anticipation and his wicked smile grew wider. “Unless you tell me no, I’m going to fuck you now, Anaria. I’ve been aching for you and I can’t wait any longer.”
