Page 45 of Dark Fire Kiss

My core tightened, and a daze fell over me, making my limbs feel heavy. I didn’t resist as he grasped my hand once more and led me to the shower. He twisted a few knobs, bringing forth a spray that quickly filled the glass stall with steam. Then he pulled me inside and the water beat down on both of us, rinsing away the sweat from our training session and plastering my hair to my back.

He smoothed a big hand down the tangled mass…and then kept going, following the curve of my spine. Despite the warmth of the water, I shivered as he ran his palm over my skin, his touch almost reverent. He slid callused fingertips under the edge of my panties and cupped my ass, making me moan as I grew wetter. When he swept back up to my ribs, I huffed a disappointed breath that made him smile.

“Need something, lass?”

I shivered again, blinking against the steam that lifted around us. I groped for the right words, eventually landing on a breathless “please.”

He backed me slowly to the wall, his hard chest making contact with my stiffened nipples and drawing another breathless moan from my throat. “How can I resist such a lovely request?” he murmured. Then he lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. As I trembled, flushed and wanting, he painted a line of tender kisses down my water-slick body, touching his lips to my neck, my chest, my breasts. I sucked in a breath as he licked the tip of one tingling nipple before moving down my stomach.

He sank to his knees.

Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I stared down at his dark head, anticipation knotting my stomach. Was he going to…

He kissed my sex over my panties.

Yes. Yes, he was.

Desire streaked down my spine, making my knees loosen. There was nothing to hold onto, so I clutched at his hair, keeping his mouth where I wanted it.

He murmured something I didn’t catch and kissed me again, nothing but a thin layer of wet silk between his lips and my throbbing flesh. My hips thrust forward and my breath rushed out as I groaned.

Then his tongue moved more forcefully, pushing past my folds to graze my clit. My back arched. My fingers tightened in his hair.

So this was what he’d intended for my panties. He was going to use them to drive me crazy. To tease and torment.

And he did exactly that, nibbling along the edge of the fabric until he touched my naked flesh. He kissed me there, the tip of his tongue tracing a hot path along my sensitive folds. His teeth scraped, and I moaned, my head lolling on the wall behind me. I couldn’t see his face, could only stand helplessly as his mouth pressed harder against my sex and his tongue inched closer to my throbbing center.

He snagged my panties in his teeth and tugged. Now the fabric lodged between my lips, the bulk of it pressing right over my aching clit.

And still he ignored it, drawing his hot tongue up one side of my sex and down the other, humming in a way that sent vibrations scattering through my core.

“Bram,” I gasped, my whole body quivering. Hungering. Needing more. I pulled his hair, desperate for more of his tongue.

“Aye,” he chuckled, licking the silk bisecting my folds. “You know right where you want me, don’t you, lass?” He ripped my panties away with one quick twist, leaving me exquisitely bare and trembling.

He stared at my sex for a long moment, then lifted a hooded gaze to mine. “You are so fucking gorgeous. I never dreamed of such a mate.”

I believed him. His expression was one of awe—of a male who couldn’t believe his luck.

He turned his attention back to my sex, placing the softest kiss on my mound before murmuring, “Spread your legs a little, sweetheart.”

I obeyed, my heartbeat pounding between my thighs. I was so wet for him, I could feel the moisture seeping from me.

And he liked what he saw, because he growled and bent his head again, swiping a firm tongue straight up my center. “That’s my good lass, getting so wet for me. Keep it coming, sweetheart, because I’m a thirsty man.”

He spread my folds apart with his thumbs.

Then he began his torture in earnest.

He tongued my clit, making me jerk and moan loudly. I pushed my hips shamelessly against his face, grinding hard against his mouth as pleasure blistered through me. Plenty of nights in Krovnosta, I’d snaked a hand under the blankets as I lay in bed, my fingers fumbling to satisfy a need that was more of an inconvenience than a source of pleasure.

This was altogether different. A whole new universe of delights I never knew existed. This big, beautiful male had knelt at my feet, and now he was worshiping me with his tongue.

It was so much—too much—and yet I wanted more.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in a way that made electricity sizzle from my sex to my breasts and everywhere else. I arched harder, my spine bowing off the wall. My eyes squeezed shut and bright lights burst behind my lids. Something—a wild, unstoppable force—screamed toward me.

He gripped my ass in two big hands and worked me harder, doing something fast and wicked with his tongue.

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