Page 94 of A House of Cloaks & Daggers

I pushed up on the tips of my toes until I could brush my lips against his ear. “I want to finish what we started in the dining room,” I whispered. He made a small noise in the back of his throat and wrapped one arm around my waist. “I want you to touch me like that again.” The other hand came down and gripped the back of my neck. “I want to know what you feel like—”

He closed the distance between our bodies, and we fell through the wall.

Gasping for breath as Lucais wrapped one hand beneath my leg and hitched it around his hips, I opened my eyes to see that we were in a bedroom. My heart was absolutely thrashing in my chest, like a fish out of water. He had evanesced with me through the wall.

The room doesn’t look occupied or even like it has been slept in—

My thoughts about the room tumbled away as he applied pressure between my legs, using his impressive erection. He was thick and hard, and I moved against him, searching for friction.

Lucais swore, the sound low and throaty. He twisted, and then we were in between one place and the next for a split second before we landed on the bed together, a tangle of limbs and tongues as he pulled me in for a kiss. He opened his mouth, drawing me in deeper, his tongue skating along the edge of my teeth and reaching back to caress the roof of my mouth. I moaned as he pushed one of his knees between my legs, sending a pulse of energy rolling through me. He had one hand beneath me, curled around my waist, and the other fisted in my hair, holding me against him like he was afraid I might vanish from his sight if he let go.

He broke away, bending his head to my neck. He took the fabric of my dress between his teeth and pulled until it tore straight down the middle. I shifted until it slid off my chest completely, gasping as cold air rushed to greet my skin. My nipples pebbled, then warmed as he took them into his mouth, one by one. They tightened to the point of pain when the air met them, wet from his tongue, as his mouth sought out mine once more.

“You want to finish what we started in the dining room,” he repeated against my lips, “but I still have the taste of you coming against my mouth all over my tongue.”

His words—hisvoice—made me throb against him, and he gently but firmly ground his knee into my centre in reply. I moaned against his mouth, and he swept his tongue across my bottom lip before grazing it with his teeth.

“You want me to touch you like that again,” he continued, pausing to kiss me, sliding his tongue against mine as my nailsdug into his shoulders, silently begging for more. “But I’ve already imagined a thousand ways to take you, Auralie, and I don’t have the patience to wait much longer before I start.” He relaxed the hand gripping my hair and trailed it down the side of my face, over my chin, across my breasts. “So, I’m going to make you come on my hand this time, baby. But you have to tell me that’s what you want, that I’m understanding you correctly when you say that you want to know how I feel.”

Writhing against him, I struggled to form the words as he kissed the side of my neck, twisting one of my nipples between two of his fingers as he sucked and pulled at my skin with his mouth. He groaned as I reached for him, and the sensation ricocheted through me, shaking me to my very core. I felt a spill of warmth flood the space between my legs, and he moved his hand towards it in response.

“That’s what I want,” I managed to get out, gasping as he hiked the skirt of my dress up and slid his hand between my legs. His fingers slipped against the evidence of my arousal, soaking it up with long, lazy strokes.

“You want to do what?” he asked, teasing my entrance with two of his fingers. “Against what?”

I shot him a glare, and he laughed. The sound was full of pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” he remarked quietly, shaking his head as his gazed down at me. His fingers continued their indulgent movements over my clit, adding to the building tension in my core. “When you’re angry, and sad, and confused, and determined—you’re always the most beautiful, Aura. Always the place that my eyes most want to land. You think that I was expecting you, but you’re so wrong. No one could have expected the way you make me feel.”

I sighed, a warmth spreading from my chest that had nothing to do with his hands, and lifted my head to meet his mouth.

“And when you’re ecstatic,” he purred, scraping his teeth against the corner of my lips, “you’re beyond beautiful. When you fall apart for me, all over me, because of me, I think that’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. I want you to do it again. And again.”

“Please,” I begged.

“What are you going to do?” he prompted.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he dipped two fingers inside me, pulling them straight back out. “I’m going to come,” I said, my voice sounding like it belonged to somebody else—someone up high, strung out, beyond reason.

Lucais pushed his fingers inside of me again, and I groaned, bucking my hips against his hand. He curled his fingers until they hit that perfect spot, but then he pulled back a fraction, using his other hand to hold me still. “Where?” he demanded, voice rough.

“On your hand,” I bit out, sighing.

“Good girl,” he crooned, beginning to move his fingers inside of me again.

Each time he hit that spot, I couldn’t help the noise I made. It almost didn’t sound human. Lucais was an expert, working at the perfect pace, finding exactly the right rhythm, and commanding my body with his knee and other arm to remain in the correct position for the ideal angle. He watched me, his eyes burning with deep-rooted desire, and responded as if he could read my mind.

If I moved to bring him in deeper, he held me in place and found a way to go deeper. When I gasped, wishing he would move faster, he swallowed the sound I made with his mouth as he started to work his hand faster. And when I gripped his wrist,gently rocking up and down with every movement as I held on to him, he began to fuck me with his fingers harder until the breast that was not pressed into his chest bounced with so much force that it nearly touched my chin, and my climax built and built to completion within seconds. He looked down at my body and moaned a string of filthy and flattering curse words, the sound of his voice almost a growl, and I was undone.

An orgasm like nothing I had ever felt before crashed into me, and if Lucais’s arms hadn’t been so firmly secured around my body, I could have sworn that the force of it would have sent me flying across the room.

The sound that left my throat, deep and raw, was almost a scream. Tears sprang to my eyes as my body pulsated around Lucais’s fingers, the sounds of contact wet and fulfilling as he gradually began to slow down until my body allowed him to leave it and reclaim his hand. He rested it against me, palm sealing in the heat as I relaxed, and leaned his head against mine, both of us panting into the silent chasm the sounds of my orgasm seemed to have opened.

Finally, he removed his hand and covered our bodies with a blanket, pulling me tightly against him and tucking my head beneath his chin. “I haven’t forgotten that you were supposed to be training in the armoury right now,” he muttered into my hair.

My eyes flew open and I tensed. “I didn’t—I wasn’t coming here to get out of it. That’s not why I was looking for you—”

“Shhh, baby,” he crooned, his chest trembling with quiet laughter against me. “Right now, I am so lovesick and selfish that I couldn’t care less about anything you’re meant to be doing that doesn’t involve me and the sounds you make for me when I touch you.”

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