Page 67 of Stolen Threadwitch Bride
Staring at his mouth hovering closer to my sensitive flesh, I gripped his solid thighs. “What are you doing?”
His lips grazed my inner thigh, right where a silvery scar threaded, but the corner of his mouth rose. “Making sure you’re ready.” A frown flickered between his brows. “Have you never tasted a man’s cock or had a man taste your sweet pussy, Ariadne?”
My mouth went dry. I managed to swallow. “I’ve… kissed, tasted, taken a man there.” I touched my lips, and Ly’s hungry gaze followed the movement of my fingers as though it was the most important thing in the world at that moment. “But I didn’t know…” I shook my head. Rose had told me about her conquests but not in so much detail. I’d have remembered if she’d mentionedthis. “It can be done the other way around?”
He grinned and kissed my thigh again, higher. “Oh, yes. Let me show you.”
Gripping my hips, he trailed his way up my thighs with his mouth and tongue. One sharp canine grazed the delicate skin, and I bucked with another gasp.
He fixed me with his dark eyes, expression suddenly serious. “I’ll never hurt you, Ari.” He squeezed my hip, his other hand trailing up my belly. “This I swear.” He palmed one heavy breast, then the other, threatening to pull a moan from my tight throat. A faint smirk gave another flash of his canines. “Unless it’s the pleasurable kind of pain.”
“Pleasurable pain?” I frowned. “Isn’t that a contradiction?”
“You tell me.” He pinched my nipple, and I jolted as the painandpleasure darted through me, driving a soft sound of surprise from my mouth.
Catching my breath, I nodded. “I… I see.”
“Good.” He grinned, cheeks flushing, then resumed his path of kisses along my thigh, up, up, up, until…
His lips landed on my apex, soon followed by his tongue dragging its way right through the centre of me, lighting up my flesh.
“Oh!” I clutched his thighs as though they might keep me tethered to the world.
His eyes on me crinkled like he was smiling as his mouth continued exploring, driving bright, bright joy through my core, radiating out to every part of me.
Sucking, licking, kissing. Between and inside, then around that tight bud of nerves that throbbed harder and harder.
He shifted his grip, fingers digging into my curved hips, holding me steady, then his thumb rested against my back passage. He didn’t enter, but it felt forbidden all the same. And… and so sensitive, heightening all that his mouth was doing inside and around my pussy.
Good gods. I was a thread pulled taut, ready to snap. My muscles thrummed, so tight I thoughtImight snap.
I’d spent all these weeks so keenly aware of his every touch and wanting, wanting, wanting. And here he was, lapping me up, tongue delving into me, thumb massaging such a secret part of me, not once releasing me from his gaze.
I covered my mouth as my breaths came in tight little gasps. I couldn’t contain it anymore.
His thumb slid higher, to my slick entrance and pressed there as his tongue tormented the bundle of nerves that was so sensitive, so responsive to his touch.
Tighter, the thread of me strained at breaking point.
“Let go, Ari.” His murmur fanned my hot flesh, driving fresh spikes of sensation through me.
I pulled my hand from my mouth and instead gripped the spur pendant.I could.
Glancing at my fisted hand, he inclined his head. “Let me please you.” Then his mouth was back on me, tongue flicking across my bud as his thumb slid into my centre.
I broke, bucking like the snapped end of a thread whipping towards its needle. There was nothing but darkness and the spark of shooting stars and his touch, burning through me. In the distance, there was a low cry.
When I came back to myself and blinked at the sky above, he was still on me,inme. A low sound of approval hummed into my core, coiling more delicious tension.
That… I couldn’t… What had hedoneto me? I’d never known anything like that, anything so sweet and devastating all at once.
But he wasn’t finished.
He replaced his thumb with one finger, two, taking up a steady thrust as his tongue made slow circles. Each stroke tightened me further until I broke apart again under his mouth, around his skilled digits.
Still, he didn’t stop.
He sent me over the edge once more before kissing my belly and cupping his hand around my throbbing centre. “Do you think you’re ready, my evening star?”
