Page 157 of Deadly Maiden

“Such a good little necro princess.” Eyes crinkling, he smirks down at me, predatory and sexy, then he kisses down my front. Slowly, he unbuttons and parts my clothes, undressing me as he shifts down my body. My moans and whispered noises escalate, words morph into gasps and the arching of my back. He kisses my stomach, trailing further down to my aching pussy, then he pulls the last of my clothes past my ass, to my knees.

Heart thudding, I watch him, squirming my ass at the nearness of him…then he runs a fingertip down the seam of my lower lips, deeper, between my legs.

I shudder out a moan and arch again, and he pushes my thighs flat.

Using fingers and mouth, he devotes himself to bringing me teetering to the edge of orgasm, even before he even has my leggings fully removed.

“Come up here,” I croak at him, desperate, grabbing the back of his hair. “Please.”

He cruises his gaze up the length up my body, meets my eyes. “I like the sound of that please.”

With the waterfall roaring distantly in the background, we make slow wonderful love.

There is no one else for a mile in any direction.

I stretch out afterward, naked except for the coat I’ve put back on. After pulling on his pants, Rorsyd nestles in beside me.

“It’s a little cold up here. Look.” I push back the sleeve and show him my goosebumps.

Sitting up on his elbow, he places kisses on my forearm then lifts my hand so he can kiss my fingers too. “I haven’t heated you up enough?” He tilts my head toward him and delivers a slow, toe-curling kiss.

“Mmm. Perhaps.” I draw a line down his jaw and return the kiss, my heartbeat still hastened, then we snuggle in and keep each other warm. Well, he’s unlikely to be cold. I’m the one needing warmth.

The flowers’ fragrance drifts, and the leaves rustle as they fall.

The world seems to slow and catch its own breath, splashing casual bursts of sunlight through the green foliage overhead.

Due to the mild slope of the land, when I turn on my side, I can see across the Maw and even some of its throat below the rim. I wriggle backward across the blanket until I’m spooning into his body. He wraps his arm over me below my breasts.

“Mr. Tivaldi also agreed that’s etharum at the bottom.” I hold up Rorsyd’s hand so I can see it interlaced with mine, then bring it to my breast.

“Yes. The etharum was discovered centuries ago, according to Sister Paloma.”

She did recommend coming here, if we were flying to Wenway. “I missed hearing that.”

“And the level is going down, year by year. Which worries her. There’s a temple of the Sisters of Artreos on the other side.”

Idly I reply. “Oh?”

“Believe it or not, this is my first visit to the Maw, though I’ve overflown it many times.”

“I keep forgetting you’rereallyold.”

He snorts but I sit up and push on his shoulder, encourage him to lie on his back.

Then I sprawl out across his chest and turn my cheek to his skin. “I like hearing your heart.”

“Well, it is yours now, you know.”

“I know.” I smile and do lazy sketches on him with my forefinger.

“Though if you keep calling me old, I may have to rescind that ownership. I am only four hundred and twenty years young.” He sighs. “You are a bad girl.”

I giggle.

“You should do that more. Laugh.” He levers up his head and looks down at me. “I like hearing you laugh, after the dark times we’ve had.”

“I promise I will.” His words have turned too serious. “I want to see the very edge of the edge. Let’s get dressed and go look. Then we can check out what’s in the picnic basket.”

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