Page 104 of Born of Starlight
My eyes widened at the brash statement. He inched lower and lower, kisses falling down my breasts and torso.
“Oh…” I grabbed the sheets next to me as he widened my thighs and pressed a kiss to my core. At first, I thought the kiss he placed there felt pleasant enough.He didn’t truly intend to—
Oh!He did something delightfully wicked—he parted me with his tongue. I gasped and felt him smile into me before he continued. My fists tightened in the sheets as he worked his tongue along the most sensitive part of me. I couldn’t stifle the low moan that escaped my throat.
He responded by thrusting his tongue into me, and my hips moved against him. One of his hands reached to take hold of a breast, the other splayed over my stomach, bracing me.
“Fen, I…” I cried out, grabbing a handful of his tousled waves. “I’m on fire…”
Wildfire.
I writhed against him. He stilled momentarily before swiping his tongue over me once more, causing every muscle in my body to jerk.
He smiled between kissing his way back up. I was putty in his hands, gasping for air.He hadn’t been lying.This surpassed all expectations of what pleasure could feel like.
Halfway up, he spoke into my stomach. “Is that the feeling you had in mind?”
I nodded wordlessly, breathlessly.
“Speechless?” he teased as his lips met my neck.
“More,” I breathed. “I need more of you. I wantallof you.”
“I like the sound of that.” His tone was amused, but he seemed to be enjoying every moment of my begging. “I also have an admission.” He was over me now, and his length was positioned at my entrance.
“What is it?” I asked as his forehead rested against mine.
“I haven’t been with a woman in at least four centuries.” He paused. “Will you help me end that dry spell, my strange beauty?”
I swallowed and returned his self-assured response as my legs snaked around his. “Gladly.”
His eyes turned dark as he reached between us. He pushed into me with a slowness that clouded all of my senses. Every inch of him filling me made it harder to breathe. When he groaned, he tamped down the sound. But I didn’t want that. I wanted his fire to tangle with mine—to see all his need, hear it unstinted.
“Don’t hide your pleasure from me,” I whispered. “I want to hear you enjoy this—enjoy us, together.”
“Fuck…” he breathed out between our lips.
He pulled out of me with a rasped breath and then thrust back in up to the hilt with an indulgent groan. I gasped at the sound of him, the feel of him. His pleasure mixed with mine was a symphony to my senses. I was aware of everywhere we touched and still wanted to be closer to him.
“You feel so good, Asterie. You were made for me.”
My fingers tangled in his mussed waves as he moved inside of me. He leaned down and grabbed my lower lip with his teeth.
“Faster,” I pleaded, on the edge of release. I bucked beneath him with impatience. I didn’t want him to be gentle anymore.
His pace heightened with agonizingly delightful groans against every stroke as though trying to hold himself together. But, no, I didn’t want that. I wanted ignition, flame.
“Don’t stop, please. Never.”
“Asterie.”
My name on his tongue was my undoing.
“It’s been so long, I don’t know how long I can…”
My nails dug into the moving muscles of his back before I was unable to hold on any longer. For the second time that night, my vision went starry with bliss. I repressed no sound, letting myself cry out for him.
He ignited—his mouth fell open, and an impassioned cry escaped his lips. He thrust deep and stilled as he pulsed and filled me. His eyes met mine as his whole body twitched above me, and the look of bliss etched into his features made me light up inside.
