Page 48 of Claim the Light
He growls against my core. “Let go, Sophia. Trust me.”
The vibration of his voice triggers sensations against my core that are both sharp and soft.
I stop fighting my moan, letting it out, low and needy. I stop trying to control my breathing, accepting how fast it is. And I accept the control he has, trusting him with my body.
I’m breathing heavily, moaning with need as his tongue flicks across me again, but I manage to put words to my feelings. “I trust you.”
He responds by lowering my hips to the floor, taking hold of my pants and pulling them all the way off my legs. I gasp with relief when his hands run up the insides of my legs and his mouth follows, finally closing over all of me.
Dear saints, I’ve never experienced anything like this before. The strokes of his tongue drive every remaining inhibition from my mind. Now that my feet are planted firmly on the floor, I can rock against his mouth and it only seems to please him.
He growls against me, his tongue dragging across my wetness, and it tips me over the edge. My body tenses, my core clenches, and then the release makes me rock wildly against him.
He continues tasting me, drawing out my orgasm in long waves that leave me crying out until I sag to the floor, breathless.
He rears up over me, the desire in his eyes making my stomach tighten all over again.
I reach up to glide my fingertip across his glistening bottom lip. Then I dart upward to kiss him, wrapping my arms around him and drawing him down on top of me, my legs now on either side of his hips.
His kiss is hungry. He’s hard between my legs. His body’s reaction to me dares me to make a move.
In a swift maneuver—one he taught me this morning—I reverse our positions so that I’m straddling him.
I always thought I’d feel awkward asking for what I want, but with Micah, it’s easy. “I want to taste all of you on my tongue,” I say. “May I?”
His lips curve. “Yes.”
My heart swells, a thrill rushes through me, and I’m too physically and emotionally fulfilled to be inhibited. I catch the hem of his shirt and push it upward, tracing the hardness of the muscles across his chest and stomach with my fingertips, loving the way his dragon’s scales appear at my touch.
When I lower my mouth to his skin, I inhale the heady scent of a wild mountain and the earthy smell of a wolf’s fur ruffling in the breeze. Rugged scents that transport me to another place, just like the first moment I met him.
My lips tingle against the stony texture of his skin, my kisses triggering another blush of glistening scales that ripple outward across his chest and then vanish.
Exploring his skin as I go lower, I have no hesitation tugging down his pants, releasing his hard length from the confines of his clothing.
Greedily, my gaze takes in all of him before I lower my head to his hardness and run my tongue along his length, drowning in the taste of a wilderness that no longer feels out of my reach.
He groans my name before his fingers tangle in my hair, but he doesn’t try to take control, letting me swirl my tongue across his tip and down the other side. And back again. All while he carefully cups my head and doesn’t dictate any of it.
Sinking onto him, I finally take him into my mouth.
I don’t have a hope of covering all of him, but I go as far as I can, drawing another groan from him before I rise up again.
As I move, my hands splay on his stomach, sensing the tension in his muscles, the increasing friction. I listen for every catch of his breath, his ragged breathing, every groan that tells me when to ease off or to deepen my touch.
When he comes, it’s a heady rush that sends shivers through my own body.
Fuck, he tastes like rain across jagged mountain stones.
I have no trouble swallowing, my own core heating.
Then I glide upward, planting my hands on either side of his head and hovering above him. My hair was tied back, but it’s come loose, and now it falls like a curtain to one side of my face, grazing his cheek.
We’re both naked from the waist down and our bodies are awfully close together.
How easy it would be to take things further.
My voice catches as I meet his eyes. “There’s so much I want to say, but none of it comes close.”
