Page 35 of Lies Within the Darkest Tower

“And how does that feel?” he murmured, teasing his fingers into my long hair and brushing it away from the side of my neck. His warm breath fluttered against my skin, and I ached for him to complete the move and press his lips against my pulse.

“Good.”And cherished and seen.

He brushed his lips against my neck and warmth flickered in my spots, sending sensual heat swelling in my core and making my breath hitch.

“Just good?” he chuckled, the sound warm and sensual, adding to the heat growing within me. “I can do better than that.”

He tangled his fingers in my hair and captured my lips in a sudden kiss. It was shocking and consuming from the beginning, nothing soft and tentative about it, reminding me of the searing desire in Blaze’s eyes.

His lips were hard and commanding, and his tongue invaded my mouth, forcefully deepening our connection.

The sudden assault was overwhelming and stole my breath. I’d never been kissed like that before. Royston had beenuncertain and awkward. There hadn’t actually been a lot of kissing. There hadn’t been much of anything, really.

Then the man slipped his hand inside the front of my dress, roughly palming my breast, and the shock swept into hot, aching need. Fantasy Man wasn’t going to be anything like Royston, he was going to be… well, my fantasy.

Except when I moved to cup his cheek and reciprocate his touch, he captured my wrist and pressed my hand back against the fence.

“Oh no,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Do you see Lark doing any of the work?”

My gaze jumped to Lark and the three men on the bed. She still lay on the center of the mattress with her black hair splayed out like a dark halo on the white sheets, and her silver spots radiating a strange shimmering white light that was matched on the men’s arms. The men had rearranged themselves. Now the man who’d had his fingers insider her made love to her mouth while the guy still in his pants lay between her legs, trailing kisses up the inside of her thigh, and the third fondled her breasts. She had one hand tangled in the hair of the man at her breasts and her other hand wrapped around the cock of the man kissing her.

“Yes.” I pushed my free hand between me and Fantasy Man and rubbed my palm against the hard — and oh Great Father, huge! — bulge in the front of his pants.

He groaned, captured that hand and put it back on the fence with the other one, boxing me in again. “This is supposed to makeyoufeel good.”

“I think you’re allow to take pleasure in this as well,” I breathed as the man kissing Lark’s thigh inched closer and closer to her entrance.

Blaze growled low in his throat, drawing my attention. His breath was fast and his hand on his cock was tight andtrembling, while his other hand dug into the cushions beside him. His desire for her was ferocious, darkening his eyes with an almost animalistic hunger.

“Unless you’re like Blaze,” I said, realization suddenly hitting me, “and like to torture yourself first.”

“Not really my style,” Fantasy Man purred. “And Blaze usually has better control than this, even if it has been a while for him. The priestess must have blessed the pool tonight. That usually makes him more… hungry.”

“So let me touch you,” I said.

“Nope. This is for you. Consider it a welcome to the Garden gift,” he replied, his lips brushing against my neck as his hands dipped back into my dress.

I moaned softly, and more blissful heat swelled within me at his touch. He hummed a low, sensual sound of pure masculine satisfaction, and rocked his hips against my rear, pressing his hard length against me. Would he be just as impressive as Talon or the men with Lark? He felt just as impressive. And of course he’d know exactly what to do with it.

His fingers plucked at my nipples with a delicious spike of pain that seemed to snap from my breasts straight to my core.

I released a louder moan, my eyelids fluttering shut with pleasure, and he pressed his body harder against mine as if he was starting to get swept up in the moment and forget that he was supposed to be focused entirely on my pleasure.

On the other side of the fence someone gasped and Blaze growled. My eyes snapped open — I hadn’t even realized I’d let them close — and my breath caught.

The man who’d been teasing the inside of Lark’s thighs had stretched out on the bed and buried his face between her legs. His tongue flicked out, swiping against her and she gasped again as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Women can have that too?” I breathed.

Just like I’d caught one of Edred’s men feeling up a maid, I’d also seen a few maids on their knees with men’s cocks in their mouths. The men had looked like they’d enjoyed it and a couple of the maids had as well, but I hadn’t thought a man would offer the same kind of pleasure to a woman.

Because that was all it was. Pleasure for a woman. The man might be more aroused — and from the look in Blaze’s eyes and the eyes of the other men they were certainly aroused watching — but they wouldn’t get a release. And it looked like Lark was well on her way to another one.

It was the most erotic, sensual thing I’d ever seen and it made my pulse pound. My body throbbed and my mouth went dry in anticipation. I ached to know what that would feel like, prayed it would be as amazing as it looked, and feared that because this was a dream it would turn into a disappointment.

“Who’s been teaching you about sex?” Fantasy Man asked. “That’s one of the best parts.” Which of course he’d say because he was my fantasy dream man.

He stilled, his hands firm around my breasts, his lips teasing my neck, and his erection hard against me. “Have you never had sex before?”

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