Page 81 of Wolf of Ashes
His tongue darts out, slips between my folds, and strokes across my clit.
Dark saints!
I should have seen it coming. I can’t stifle the moan rising to my lips, even as I try to clamp down on the sound.
Warmth. Pleasure. A heady, needy ache burns through me like a shot of fire.
I want more, but is wanting more losing control?
Fuck it, where is the line?
My hold on his head loosens, but his hand tightens over mine, as if he’s holding himself back for me, keeping his lips from me.
His tongue strokes against me again. An aching heat spills through my pelvis, radiating out to my hips and rippling upward. At the same time, the force keeping me against the wall also moves across me as if it’s tangible and not invisible, stroking and teasing my breasts.
I don’t hold back my moan.
Can’t stop my hand dragging him toward me.
I tip my head back when his mouth finally closes over my center, his tongue stroking hungrily over my clit.
His voice is muffled against me. “Undo your braid.”
Ripping the hair tie off the end of the braid, I unfurl my tresses, allowing the strands to fall down that side of my body, spreading them out across my breast.
“There.” My voice is throaty, but I manage to instill it with every ounce of independence when I continue. “Until I braid it again.”
I sense him smile against me before his free hand rises to cup my visible breast, his fingers sending my body into a spin.
Groaning, I rock against him where he pushes his tongue against me. Every move of his hand and his warm mouth drives me toward a crash that defies my boundaries.
I’m so close to the edge that his question barely registers. “Do you know why so many dark creatures die in showers?”
I gasp. “No fucking idea.”
“They slip and fall.”
How fucking mundane.
His mouth pauses on me. “Are we going to fall, Veda?”
I drag in a breath as I open my eyes, aware of how tightly his hand is clamped over mine at the back of his head, as if he’s expecting me to drag his head away at any second.
As if he believes I should.
The look in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. It’s the same darkness I saw on the beach when lightning struck the horizon.
It should scare me. So much about him should scare me. But I won’t hesitate to step into these dark waters. I’m not afraid to wade into the dark and let it lap at the hollow where my heart’s love once was.
I pull my lower lip between my teeth as I look down at him from beneath my lashes.
He asked me if we were going to fall and all I do is challenge him. “Areyou?”
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
The shadows in his expression darken so suddenly that my head spins.
He shakes his head. His hand grips mine painfully as he removes my fingers from his hair. “Not today.”
