Page 111 of Infernal Secrets

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head.

“No, don’t do that,” she said, squeezing my hands. “Please?”

I pulled her to me, hugging her around the shoulders. When she gasped, I knew she felt my erection pressing against her. “Does that answer your question?”

She nodded against my chest, her hands gripping my T-shirt over my back.

“Are you afraid of me now?”

“No,” she whispered.

“I won’t hurt you. I want you, but I am capable of restraint.”

She released me, stepping back when I didn’t stop her. Her gaze trailed down until it stopped at the front of my jeans. My cock pulsed under her stare.

“I’ll let you get ready,” I said, knowing I needed to get out of the room before I went against my own words. Before I could move away, she took my arm. I looked down at her hand, then at her face in question.

She untucked her towel and let it fall to the floor, never breaking eye contact as she guided my hand to her breast.

When I massaged her soft skin, her heart pounded beneath my palm.

Her other hand dropped as I took both breasts in my hands, caressing them. She moaned when my thumbs traced her peaked nipples, grazing her piercings.

I lowered to the edge of the bed and pulled her in by the hips, holding her gaze captive as I leaned forward and dragged the flat of my tongue over her nipple. When her head tipped back, I flicked the piercing with the tip of my tongue before pulling the tightened bud into my mouth, sucking at her sweet flesh.

“Ash,” she whispered, her hands coming up to tangle in my long hair.

I didn’t ignore her other breast, teasing her nipple with one hand while gripping her backside with the other.

Her scent permeated the air—a delicious fruity rose scent with an edge of something tart and savory beneath it. It took too long for my brain to realize I smelled her arousal.

I pulled away and looked up at her. I needed to know. I couldn’t keep my distance any longer.

Keeping one hand on her backside, I slid the other up the inside of her thigh until I neared my destination. When I met her eyes again, I swallowed hard as she nodded, widening her stance, granting me silent permission.

I slid my fingers through her damp heat; her scent thickened around me. When I pulled away, she made a sound of protest.

“Patience, beautiful.”

She gasped when I spun her around and lowered her to the bed, dropping to my knees on the floor.

I kissed along the soft skin of her inner thigh, working my way higher. I gripped her hips, pulled her closer to my face at the edge of the bed, and lifted her thighs to my shoulders before burying my face into the heat between her legs, dragging my tongue from her entrance to her clit with one long swipe.

She bucked.

I pinned her belly with one hand and threaded my fingers through hers with the other.

Her flavor rivaled her scent in the room. Another mark in the growing confusion surrounding my connection to her.

The ability to scent a partner’s arousal was unique to a Nyrith bond. I didn’t believe humans could scent each other the same way. Was this another trick by whoever manipulated our meeting? I didn’t care. Not when I had Rae’s essence on my tongue.

She squirmed when I latched onto her clit. Her whimper when I released her hand and used my fingers to tease her entrance with agonizing slowness made my cock leak.

I lifted my head and waited for her to look at me. With her half-dried, tousled hair, she looked beautiful.

“Has another man touched you inside?”