Page 184 of The Stolen Throne
Sensation trails between my thighs, soft as a whisper, but it’s not just his fingers.
At the sound of my gasp, Reven lifts his head to pin me with a grin that is both playful and carnal. And that single look steals my heart all over again. Below that sculpted face so full of wicked intent, shadow, like a skein of silk, runs between my legs, teasing that point of pure sensation throbbing between my thighs.
“The darkness in here is all me. Only me.”
The silken touch moves back and forth slowly, torturously, and it’s him. It’s him touching me, and I might… Goddess.
I swallow. “It feels…” Like I’m being possessed, and I want that. I don’t even question if I should want that. He’s my soulbound mate. We gave each other everything. “Wonderful.”
I hold on as that silky torment continues to brush against me. Back and forth. Back and forth. But he’s there, too…those questing, almost cruel fingers unerringly tease and torture me until I’m panting. Until I’m a mass of nerves quivering under his touch. I hold on as his lips follow, drawing more and more pleasure through me until my body trembles at the edge of pain.
Hells, I didn’t know a man could do that with his tongue.
I hold on as that wicked touch tips me over into a starburst of pleasure so powerful I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries in case someone is checking the building.
As I’m coming down from those heights, Reven pins me with a gaze sparkling with humor and heat. “No one can hear you in here, Meren.”
“Oh.”
Right. That exhilaration hasn’t dissipated, and I grin back at him. How is this possible? This pure, wild happiness.
We both sober suddenly, the heat rushing back in over the happiness.
At the same time that he moves, I reach for him, pulling him up my body to cover me, to press into me, to move over me, pinning me down, pushing my legs wider, filling me and building those sensations back up faster than I thought possible.
Eye to eye, heart to heart, soul to soul, we move. Even though we’ve shared this before, it’s still awkward and new. But none of that matters because it’s also real and right and overwhelming in the best way.
I gasp as sensations bombard me from…everywhere. The shattering satisfaction in his eyes…I want more. Letting go of my inhibitions, my inexperience, I focus only on this moment. Only on him. On us.
A moan tumbles from my lips, and I’m moving my hips, chasing his touch, and the shadow is sliding, sliding, sliding against me, even as his body claims mine in the most primal way.
The fires inside me burn brighter until they become white-hot.
I cling to him while his hands and his shadows and his stare brand me as his even more than those gossamer-fine lines that bind our souls or the shadows that are part of us both.
I cling to him, trying to show him how much I love him with my gaze. I cling as I whisper words, my soul speaking to his.
I didn’t even know this kind of harmony was possible. My body gathers in on itself, coiling so tightly I almost worry I might break.
Our groans of pure pleasure entwine as I follow him into bliss and we both come undone.
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The rush slows, and we hold each other, sweat-slicked skin, heaving breaths, and all.
I’m not used to being content, and yet it settles so deeply inside me, every part of me relaxes into it. Like melting. Like coming home. I’ve never felt anything like it. Never.
We just hold each other. That is, until restless energy takes me over. Not because I’m nervous or uncomfortable in his arms. Hells, Reven and I fit together like a lock and a key. It’s more like that fizzy excitement is building again.
A sparkling, nervous need to do something—but in a good way.
A lot of wishes for the future bubble up. Ones that are probably dangerous to be letting myself indulge in even though we are soulbound now. But that’s why I don’t stop myself.
“She is mine. Mine.”
I tense against him. Did I really hear that?
