Page 87 of Hymn of Breath and Bone

“Where?” I laughed. “Your face?”

“Exactly.” He grinned. “It’s been too long since I tasted you, Marina. Sit on my face, and let me feast.”

I gaped, trying to ignore the delicious squirming in my gut that thought this was an excellent idea.

“I’ll crush you!”

“You won’t.”

“You’ll suffocate.”

“I promise you, I won’t.”

“I’ll hurt you!”

“Urchin,” Caspian growled, pushing himself up on an elbow and wincing at the movement. “Get over here now, or I will rip my stitches and get you myself.”

I bit my bottom lip, stepping closer. “This is a terrible idea.”

“It’s an excellent idea. Stop arguing.”

I could feel his need and desire thrumming in my own chest, our bond taut with anticipation. My resistance wavered.

“Promise to stop me if anything hurts,” I commanded, kneeling on the mattress next to Caspian’s wing. He shifted so I wouldn't crush them with my knees.

“I promise,” he said, holding out his arms eagerly for me.

“Seas,” I sighed, deciding that I may as well show him how badly this would go. I cautiously positioned my knees on either side of his head, lowering myself gingerly and gripping the headboard for support.

Caspian made a faint noise of discomfort as I put pressure on his injured chest, and I immediately tried to rise.

He banded an arm around my hips, pulling me down and preventing me from moving as his tongue met my center.

I gasped, his desire a heady drumbeat through my body as the bond took over, magnifying each sensation.

Rain began to patter on the outside of the keep as I felt my insides go molten.

“The storm,” I gasped.

“Will pass,” Caspian murmured under me, “when you come.”

I moaned as Caspian found the bud between my legs and circled it with his tongue, sucking gently in time with the rolls of thunder that had joined the rain.

“Will this happen every time?” I asked, squeezing my breast with one hand while I reached for the headboard with the other.

“Skies, I hope so,” Caspian replied, his voice muffled as he kissed my inner thigh. “Stop talking now, Urchin.”

Caspian, either through sheer skill or because of the bond, knew every place I wanted to be touched as soon as the desire crossed my mind. He held me firm against him, his tongue sweeping in and out of me as my pleasuregrew. The creaking of the bed joined the rumbling of the storm outside as I moaned and rocked against him, my concerns about his injuries fading away as release shimmered in me. I heard the waves crashing against the rocks of the keep as ecstasy spiraled out of me and I moaned, shuddering above my mate as he licked every last drop of pleasure.

“Seas,” I breathed as the rain lessened and the thunder made a final rumble over the isles. “That’s mighty inconvenient. It’s like a signal to anyone who knows that it happens.”

“I like it,” Caspian said, pulling me down carefully until I was positioned over his hips, his length hard and already damp with desire. “I like that the whole world knows I’m claiming you.”

“Scoundrel,” I snorted. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I tried to position my hands in a way that wouldn’t injure his shoulder further.

He pulled my chest flush against his and kissed me, arms wrapping tight against me and forcing me to relax my body completely. “You won’t,” he assured me. “Now let me fuck you, mate.”

He slid into me as his lips crashed against mine again, desire too heady a drug to be long denied. It was slow and gentle, this lovemaking, but not only by necessity. It was a re-exploration of each other after days apart. After facing the knowledge that there might not be another chance to be with each other this way again.