Page 134 of In Violent Waves

Wilder leaned forward, and she could feel his warm breath against her skin. Her eyes slid closed, and he stopped with both hands on her legs.

“I want you to touch yourself.”

Her eyes flew open. “W-what?”

He gazed at her with heavy eyelids. The arousal must be coursing through him as much as it was through her.

Wilder grabbed her hand from where she gripped the bench and placed it on her sex. “Show me what you like.”

Lyra froze with her hand covering herself. “But I don’t know what I like.”

He put his hand over hers and moved it a fraction. The pressure was exquisite. “Just do what feels good.”

She moved her hand in languid strokes, her attention never leaving him. His tongue darted out and licked his lower lip. “That’s it—get yourself ready for me.”

Lyra glowed under his praise and picked up the pace. She hadn’t realized she could do this on her own. But as she watched him watch her, she craved his touch—his mouth.

“Wilder, please,” she moaned.

“Do you want me to take over?”

Lyra nodded, but that wasn’t good enough.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Touch me,” she panted.

He leaned closer to her, and her eyes slid closed, expecting his touch.

“Watch me, Lyra. Watch what you want me to do.”

She watched as he kissed her sex and then slid his tongue over her. A moan slid past her lips, and it was an effort to keep her eyes from closing from the pleasure that coursed through her.

“This is your clit,” he murmured against her skin before licking her again. She rose to meet him, craving an increase in pressure. “How does it feel?”

He licked her again, and she gasped. “Good.”

“I’m going to do it faster now. Just relax and do what feels natural.”

Lyra bit her tongue to keep from crying out.

He lapped at her at the same time as he swirled his thumb around her most sensitive part.

She gripped him by the hair to steady herself as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

The heat and pressure were undoing her.

It was like a wave swelling and cresting before it crashed against the shore. Something was building within her, and she knew that at some point, she would explode.

“Oh, gods,” she cried out as he circled her with his tongue and thumb.

“Are you okay?” he asked, leaning away from her.

She still had hold of his head and tugged him back down to her. “Don’t stop,” she panted out.

Wilder’s grin was positively salacious as he lowered his mouth back to her.

The outside world faded away. She no longer felt the jostling of the carriage or heard the roaring of waves against the cliffs.