Page 132 of The Trials of Ophelia

“You’re a tease,” I breathed.

He flashed a crooked smile, kissing his way down my stomach. As he did, one hand swept up the inside of my thigh, dragging over my core. Even through my leathers, I could feel every stroke of pressure his long fingers taunted me with.

I watched as his lips continued south, meeting the ties at my waist. Couldn’t look away as he used his teeth to undo them—as each touch undid me. He slid his hands between my skin and the tight fabric to shimmy my pants and undergarments down my thighs so I was naked beneath him.

“I told you once that I wanted to take my time with you, Ophelia.” Tol pressed his lips to the inside of my knee, tongue and teeth dragging a slow rhythm back up my thigh, then looked up at me with a devilish smirk. “I intend to honor my word.”

And when he finally pressed his mouth to me, I knew he meant it. His tongue dragged up my center, flattening against me with a pressure that had stars popping into my vision before sucking gently. He started up a pattern of biting and licking that had my release coiling within minutes.

Right as I toed that edge and was about to tip over it, he pulled back.

“What?” I gasped, lifting my head. He grinned. “Fucking tease,” I growled, reaching for him.

Tol shot up, gripping my hands in one of his and pressing his other against my throat as he kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips and groaned into his mouth because it was so fucking right.

“Do I need to tie these hands down, or will you let me devour you as I wish?”

Kissing him once more, I exhaled against his lips and answered, “I’ll behave.”

With one lingering—disbelieving—look, Tol traveled back down my body. This time, he slid two fingers inside of me as his mouth returned to my clit. Two more times he brought me right to that breaking point before edging me back, working me until my legs were shaking. Every movement was controlled, though. Like that trembling need within us both would wait until he said it was okay to let go.

By the time I was panting, he pushed another finger into me and moved slowly. My climax was building through my spine and hips, every part of my body loosening. Gradually, he increased the pace of his fingers and added more pressure with his tongue in perfect tandem.

I moaned, and when his name slipped from my lips, he curled his fingers inside of me, like it was what he’d been waiting for, and hit that perfect spot. I crashed over the edge he’d held me on harder than ever before.

Every part of my body undulated beneath his hands and tongue, completely at his mercy as he continued to stroke me through it. When I finally stopped fluttering around his fingers, he crawled back up my body.

“That,” he said, as breathless as I was, “is how I want you to say my name from now on.”

I rolled my eyes but pushed up to kiss him. I already needed more. Needed him fully.

As the kisses turned hurried and he read my desire, we worked together to pull his clothes from his body.

“So many fucking layers,” I growled.

He laughed, making quick work of his tunic and pants, until he remained in only his undershorts, kneeling before me. I rose to my knees, too, dragging a hand down his chest and abs, admiring every perfectly defined muscle on his beautiful body and all the scars he’d been left with after the Battle of Damenal. They littered his skin, tiny white crescents and barbed lines. One scored the length of his ribs, harsh and unforgiving.

I kissed each, letting my tongue press against them, and worshiped those scars. He hissed when I reached the lowest one, disappearing around his hip and beneath his undershorts. My eyes flicked up to his, and those amber flecks burned with lust.

Not dropping Tolek’s gaze, I worked my way back up his body, taking my time. Wanting him to see how much I appreciated every inch of him—how beautiful I found the things he deemed flaws. I palmed his length through his undershorts, teasing him.

Once I’d reached the last scar along his shoulder and was fully upright, I gripped his waistband.

“You’re certain, right?” His eyes searched mine, his vulnerability gathering between us. “Because you should know that once you’re mine, I can never let you go.”

“I’ve been yours, Tolek.” Pressing my hands against his shoulders, I eased him back and gave him a reassuring kiss. “And I started taking a contraceptive tonic a week ago.”

His eyes widened with the understanding that this wasn’t only a moment nor was it a distraction. I wanted him and had made that choice before we got trapped in this cave.

“Now if you’ll stop arguing,” I teased. He lifted his hips so I could pull his shorts down and discard them. When I saw him for the first time, my thighs nearly pressed together to absolve the ache already building there.

I gripped him at the base, working my hand up, and moved to straddle him. I was ready after the attention he’d showered me with and didn’t want to wait another second to feel him inside of me.

Positioning him at my entrance and bracing my hands on his chest, I slowly sank down onto him, one inch at a time.

“Fuck,” he exhaled once I was fully seated. “You’re straight from my dreams.”

He was right; he fit me like we were made for this, like we were two halves of a whole and every day had been spent waiting for us to join together. I rolled my hips, hands gliding over his body because I couldn’t decide what part of him I wanted to touch the most.

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