Page 103 of Born of Starlight
A weak smile crept across my face again to match his. “She was a fool, so she is hanging up her robes.”
“Is that so?” His charismatic drawl returned with an upward quirk of one brow. This time, I didn’t mind him toying with me.Not at all.“And what about right now? What do you want right now?”
My palms met the planes of his abdomen, soaking in his ragged breaths and his heart’s accelerated beating. “You. It has always been you. Despite my better judgment, despite feeling guilty for it. I wantyou.”
“Thank the fucking Sources.”
One of his hands found the back of my neck. His other arm snaked around my waist and pulled me to straddle his lap. When our lips collided, I met his kiss without hesitation.
The scent of him was intoxicating—cedar, pine and smoke. His hands were finally where they belonged—on me. His fingers quickly found where the buttons of my nightdress began.
I found the loose edge of his breeches and hooked a hand there—we were a frantic tangle of limbs, lips and breath.
We broke only for air.
He’d finished with the buttons down the back and slid the nightdress down my shoulders, letting it drop around me. The way he looked at my bare skin made me feel worshiped, and it was impossible to be self-conscious under his appreciative gaze. A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers traced up and down my sides.
He kissed me again, this time slowly—as though savoring the taste of me.
I moved to pull back the covers between us and push his waistband down. He chuckled softly between our lips.Was he reveling in making me wait?The evidence of his need pressed against the seam of his breeches below me. I wanted nothing between us.
“Impatient?”
“Yes,” I rasped the word while I caught my breath.
“I’ll give you what you want. But first…what exactly do you like about playing with fire, my beauty?” He was toying with me like he had in the tub. Making me beg, making me stroke his ego.
I asked, “We aren’t talking about fire anymore, are we?”
“We are not.” He trailed kisses up my collarbone between words.
“Well then, I liked the moment when my body ignited for you like a wildfire raging through pines. When I’m…alone, I have felt…that release. That wildfire running from my core to every nerve.”
He pressed a kiss so softly to the skin just below my ear, making me shudder. I didn’t want to be embarrassed, but my cheeks heated anyway.
“So.” His words were quiet and reassuring against my earlobe. “No other man has ever made you come, only by your own hand?”
My cheeks heated more. It was such a silly admission. Fen shook his head softly and traced his hands up my sides before cupping my breasts.
“I’m not teasing you.” He traced careful circles around my nipples with his thumbs, which sent my neck inadvertently tilting back to expose more of myself to him.
“But you are teasing me now. Because I’ve been thinking about your touch ever since. Even when I thought the worst of you.”
“If you keep talking like that, you’re going to fill my head so much I may float away.”
“You think entirely too highly of yourself already.” My body betrayed my words as his mouth met the peak of my breast, and my hips responded by thrusting against him. “Please. Please, make me feel it again.”
I wanted to wake up coiled in these sheets with him. I wanted to look into Fen’s eyes in the morning and allow him to see me and not a beast of my creation when the rays of dawn soaked through the curtains.
He answered my plea. “Gladly.”
Flipping me onto my back, he placed a knee between my thighs. I wondered if he could feel what pooled there for him. With a playful growl of discontent, I tried to pull down the waistband of his breeches again. He laughed as he unbuttoned and freed himself from them—his length was swollen for me.
“Wait…” He paused. I whimpered in disagreement. “Has anyone ever tasted you?”
What does he mean?I shook my head, and he smiled wide with hands braced on both sides of my head, looking down at me.
“Good. What I did to you in that tub…it will be nothing in comparison. I want to taste your release on my tongue.”
