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Lucian hissed, her nipple between his teeth. “Woman. I won’t last,” he admitted.
“Why not? It’s a dream.”
He chuckled. “You’re right.” And suddenly their clothes were gone, and Brinna was sitting on the edge of the bed, Lucian kneeling before her. “This is about you,mi alora.”
“What happened to taking time?” she asked, reveling in how beautiful he was, her golden god.
He grinned, his dimples on display. “I find myself impatient,” he said and lifted one of her legs, setting her foot on his thigh, looking at her sex that she could feel throbbing, ready for him.
“Stars, woman, you are” –his eyes rose to connect with hers–“beautiful.” He spread her wider, putting her other foot over his shoulder. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.” He kissed her knee, slid his tongue along her inner thigh, kissing as he went, his hand following the same trail on the other leg. The anticipation made her tremble.
When he reached the juncture of her thighs, one of his hands framed her sex, while the other grabbed her hip and yanked her forward. Her thighs opened wider, and he leaned forward, sliding his tongue through her soft center. She gasped, her eyes rolling back as she dropped to the mattress on her elbows. “Oh, stars,” she moaned.
“So good, Brinna.”
And he savored her there, between her legs. His mouth wove a magical spell that had her gasping and mewling, unable to remain upright. He slid his tongue through the wetness, circling and sucking on her clit, then leaving her hanging on the edge as he fell away from that bundle of nerves down once more, sliding his tongue inside her, then resuming the pattern he’d created. Up. Circle and suck. Fall away just as her core tightened, ready to explode.
“Oh, please.” Brinna was wild, grabbing hold of his head, holding him against her, pulsing her hips against his face. Moaning, gasping, crying out. “Oh, please! Luc!” Her cries became indecipherable as her body tightened with need.
Up.
Circle.
Suck.
And suddenly something new—he inserted a finger inside her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
“I’m…” she gasped, unsure where her words were going since there were no thoughts, only sensation, and it was all around and inside of her.
“I want to feel you come,” he said against her and inserted another finger, his tongue now circling her clit.
“So. Close.” She groaned, gasped, sucked in a breath. “Oh. Fuck. I’m. Coming,” she panted as stars exploded behind her eyes, and her body went hot all over, rushing through her like a racing inferno so she cried out with the force of it, arching on the bed. Her legs clamped around his head as she bucked back, curling up around him.
Lucian growled. “Again.” And though he slowed his attention, he began working her body expertly a second time.
She gasped. “I don’t know if I can,” she whimpered, her body jerking with the remaining spasm of her orgasm.
“You can,” he ordered and remained between her legs, gentle and soft. “Open up. You taste so fucking good. So fucking good, Brinna.” Lick. “I want to live here, between your legs.” Suck. Swirl. “I have found my purpose.”
The overwhelming sensations eased to make room for that addicting rhythm his mouth made. In conjunction with his words, Brinna relaxed, giving him full access, her hips finding a rhythm in concert with his mouth. Her body dipped into the calm, pleasurable waters, and they enveloped her once more, rising around her as waves of pleasure built. She gasped and moaned. “So good, Luc. So good.”
“Yes. Move with me,” he growled against her body, one of his hands holding her down, his other hand worshipping her, until Brinna was crying out, her hips bucking against him once more.
“Please. Oh please,” she gasped, her hands trying to find something to hold onto, his head, his shoulders, his arms, the blankets. She cried out, his fingers sliding in and out while his tongue flicked against her, offering a promise.
“Come,mi alora.”
“Yes! I’m coming,” she cried, her back arching, her legs trying to close around him, only Lucian held her open as the orgasm tore through her, stronger and longer than the first, as the heat rushing through her body intensified.
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He watched her orgasm the second time, having thought he’d mistaken what happened during the first. But this time, when that golden glow slid through him, giving him the sensations of her pleasure and lighting her up as if she were on fire, he knew. It was the god-yoke, and while he thought he would feel constricted by that idea, he didn’t. At all. The pleasure was unfathomable.
And watching Brinna come—experiencing it with her—was like artwork come to life.
His cock was weeping with need.
He rose over her, slid her boneless frame up the bed, and knelt between her splayed legs.
