Page 179 of A Touch of Poison
I obeyed, but every ounce of my focus was stolen by him peeling off his shirt, and I found myself staring, biting my lip. Outside, the sun had set and its rays spilled through our windows, edging his muscles and scar with fiery light. It glinted on his piercing, and I reached for his nipple as he approached the bed.
“Uh-uh.” He shook his head as a shadow caught my wrists and lifted them above my head. More curled under my thighs and backside, lifting me into the air. He glanced outside as if checking, then nodded to himself. “Sunset.”
My poison had reset.
His next touch…
My mouth went dry as, with a gesture, he commanded his shadows to spread my legs. They dimpled my thighs, baring me even more thoroughly. If I’d been the old Katherine Ferrers, I might’ve died of shame or embarrassment, but I wasn’t. Not anymore.
This version of me, whoever she was, arched into his hungry gaze, made powerful by it, and bit her lip waiting as he bent closer, closer, closer.
In one long lick, he cut clean through me, through the world, through the entire fucking universe.
I bucked in his shadows’ grip as magic surged between us, from his tongue into me, along every nerve, blazing and beautiful and obliterating.
My cries tore my throat raw as wave upon wave of pleasure broke me, put me back together again, and broke me once more. There was no end to one climax or start to the next, just a rolling, drowning eternity.
When I could open my eyes, he had my thighs over his shoulders, one hand splayed over my belly, and his lips fastened around my bud while his tongue flicked over it.
That was enough to send me over the edge once more—this orgasm not powered by our magic, but still sublime.
As I sank from it, he lowered me to the bed and gave a self-satisfied smile. “I’ve missed that. Sounds like you have too.”
What would the guards make of my cries? My cheeks warmed, but before any old voices could whisper in my head, Bastian kissed me, long and deep, and I forgot there was anything outside of these cracked walls.
When he pulled away and unbuckled his belt, I sat on the edge of the bed. At last it was my turn to see him. Somewhere along the way, the sun had set and fae lights drifted through our room, gilding his body. I bit my lip as he unbuttoned his trousers, revealing trimmed, dark hair, and when he lowered them, his cock sprung free, thick and hard already, and—
My eyes widened. “Oh.” On the underside, behind the flared head, sat another piercing. A barbell, like his nipple, but instead of small spikes, a steel ball sat at each end. “Oh.”
“Is that a good ‘oh’ or a bad one?” He stroked a hand down his length, pulling back the skin so I could see how the bar pierced a fold of skin Ella had told me was highly responsive.
“More… intrigued. Is it like your nipple—more sensitive?”
“A little. But lovers like it too, especially in certain positions.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
I glanced up at him, one eyebrow raised. “I hope you’re about to show me those positions.”
He made a low sound as his pupils grew wide.
I had that effect on him.Me. Not my weakness or my silence, but my desire and the promise of sharing myself with him. It was powerful.
And maybeIwas powerful.
Perhaps that was what drove me as, on impulse, I darted forwards and ran my tongue along his underside. Soft, warm skin, followed by the uncompromising hardness of his piercing.
“Fuck,” he blurted, grabbing the upper crossbar of the bed like he needed it for balance.
I grinned up at him. My turn to be self-satisfied, especially with his salty taste on my tongue.
Narrowing his eyes, he crowded me. “You need to warn a man before doing something like that.” A growl edged his voice.
I blinked, all innocence as he forced me back onto my elbows. “Where would be the fun in that?”
“Wicked Lady, indeed.” He kissed me, body pressing mine into the bed.
My heart hammered. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Not with climbing pleasure but with a need to break out from his weight. I screwed my eyes shut and went still, going through the motions of kissing him back.Keep him happy. It will be over soon. It will be…
