Page 14 of The Twelve Nights of Halloheen

Mutely, she nodded her head.

“Would you still like to lie down?” he asked.

Again, she nodded her head. Where were her words? Her brain felt pleasantly foggy and all she could think about was getting his mouth on her skin again.

His deep, thrumming rumble filled the room as he moved back. The space he provided allowed her to scoot forward until she was lying on her back. She spread her legs shyly, and her wrap bunched at her waist. The cold floor made her shiver, and she was acutely aware of the heat radiating off of Tisuran.

Isla should be embarrassed, or at least a little self-conscious, right? No one had seen her naked since Yesith. What if she wasn’t pretty enough? She’d eaten so well since coming to Sorana that she had curves and her thighs had gotten thicker. Would that disgust the muscled Tisuran?

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, washing away any doubt with his praise. “Don’t forget, tap and I’ll stop.”

“Right. Yes. Tapping stops everything.” Wow, she’d gotten an entire sentence out. Good for her!

Tisuran moved slowly, giving her plenty of time to tap. Rubbing his cheek against her thigh, he carefully hooked his teeth in the waistband of her panties. He dragged them down her legs and over her feet, leaving a trail of hot bonding oil on her skin. Her slippers ended up being pulled off with her panties, but she barely noticed.

Still only using his face, he nudged her legs further apart. Cool air hit her sex as she exposed the most intimate parts of herself. She whimpered with anticipation and not a little trepidation. But the sensation of cold was quickly replaced by the heat of his tongue. Long swipes of his textured tongue left trails of pleasure from her back hole all the way to her clit. Her entire body tensed as he kept doing it, his licks getting more intense with every pass.

She expected him to start kissing her again. She hadn’t thought he’d treat her like a lollipop!

When he focused his attention on her little bundle of nerves, she cried out, and her entire body jerked, banging the walking-torch leg on the floor.

In a flash, Tisuran was across the room in the same position as before, his rumbling stopped as he became perfectly still. She wanted to weep for reasons that had nothing to do with fear!

“Did I hurt you?” His voice sounded close to panic.

“You didn’t,” she gasped. “I banged the leg by accident.”

He looked up. “Truly?

Clearing her throat, she tried for a little more composure. “Umm, you can keep doing that, if you want to. If I don’t, you know, taste bad or anything.” Her words ended with an embarrassed squeak.

“You taste like perfection,” he assured her before returning to his previous position.

“Oh, uh, good?” She could swear his bright amber eyes darkened with lust. He licked his lips, his eyes focused on her sex. She forgot how to talk again.

When he started lowering his head between her legs, she carefully set the walking-torch leg aside. Her fear had long since been superseded by lust, and she wasn’t going to have any accidental tapping interrupt them again!

As his textured tongue stroked over her sex, she moaned and found her hips moving of their own volition. When he sucked the little nub of nerves into his mouth, she gasped and stuffed her fist into her mouth to stem her cries. His tongue felt even better than when she rubbed herself with her own fingers.

Reaching down, she held his head in place, desperate for him to stay rightthere.A loud rumble of amusement came out of him before being replaced by his deep, thrumming rumble. It was stronger than before and felt like the rumble was even vibrating in his mouth and onto her clit.

Oh god! So good!She whimpered as pleasure blasted through her.

She wanted his hands on her too, but couldn’t make her brain form words. Every muscle felt unbelievably tight; she was a force waiting to be released.

And then it all unraveled.

Intense sensations caused her arms to flail. She didn’t realize she’d let go of Tisuran’s head until she felt her hands hit the wall. A wave of bliss hit her hard, sending electricity down her spine and making her back arch. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as her body shuddered. The pleasure kept going as he worked her with his mouth. She didn’t know an orgasm could last this long.

It was only when she became too sensitive that she pushed at Tisuran to stop. He moved out from between her legs and sat upimmediately, rattling out the repetitive whooshing-hatch sound of worry.

“Did I hurt you? You smelled and tasted so good, and you didn’t tap.” Then he saw the walking-torch leg on the floor and his voice was a combination of panic and pleading. “You let go and I didn’t hear it! I’ve failed!”

“No, no. I’m good,” she reassured him, her voice husky and her brain buzzing. “Really good.”

Good. What a horribly mundane word to describe experiencing pleasure so intense her body was twitching from aftershocks. But her brain was mush at the moment. She’d shower him with praise later, when she could think again. She clumsily patted the floor next to her.

“Lie down,” she requested. “Right here.”

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