Page 20 of Dark Embers

Like a ravenous beast, I gnawed at the thin lace of her panties, savoring the taste of her wetness on the fabric and pressing the material against her clit. She moaned, putting her hands on my head and tangling her fingers into my hair as I sucked and nibbled.

Finally, I ripped the meddlesome lace apart, exposing her perfect and glistening pink pussy to every one of my senses.

“Tobias,” she gasped just before I descended onto her delicious bare flesh, then she sucked in a breath that silenced any encouragement or protest she might have made.

She tasted like heaven and sin combined. Her folds were so soft, so silky, and so maddeningly wet. I lapped at her juices, sucking them off of her petals like morning dew, only for her desire to moisten them once more.

Desperate for more of her taste, I thrust my tongue into her opening, needing to be as deep inside her as I could reach. She cried out, the sound muffled, and I distantly realized that she was covering her mouth. I wanted to hear her scream, wanted the world to know she was mine.Mine.

I ate into her, pushing my tongue in and out in the rhythm I knew with every fiber of my being that she needed. Her pleasure filled my senses, mingling with my own, until I couldn’t tell myself apart from her for several blurry, lost seconds. I was a slave to her needs, feasting without conscious thought, and there was no place I’d rather be, nothing I’d rather be doing—no mistress I’d rather be serving.

Her hips squirmed beneath me while her thighs clenched around my head with delicious pressure, and all five of my senses could feel her closeness. With the first intentional thought in what seemed an eternity, I slowed my pace, drawing out her pleasure as long as I could.

I wanted her to float on these sensations endlessly, to be driven as mad with lust as she did to me.

But my groan of satisfaction for her sinful taste was my undoing, and hers. She came with a tight whimper, her back arching andthighs squeezing as her climax filled my mouth with her nectar. And I drank in every drop, sucking her flesh dry until her trembling and bucking subsided.

My hunger for her was nowhere near sated. I needed to claim her in every way imaginable. Wiping my face, I climbed back up to face her, holding myself up with one hand as I struggled to unzip my pants with the other.

She grabbed my face with both hands and yanked me down to kiss her again, and my stupid fucking fingers couldn’t seem to manage getting a hold on the zipper.

She must have noticed my struggle, because she slid one hand down between my legs, took the zipper and jerked it down. Then she reached inside my pants and pushed beneath the fabric of my briefs, wrapping her hand around my aching shaft.

I hissed at the perfect torture of her touch, and she took that as encouragement to stroke her grip up and down. I groaned, aching to plunge my cock inside her, but instead, languishing in her attention.

Arya, Arya, Arya…

Her name was a cadence in my mind that I wanted to hear forever.

“Fuck me, Tobias,” she whispered between panting and feverish kisses.

Warmth bloomed in my chest at her sweet words, at her teasing strokes, and suddenly, I panicked.

Chapter 8

Arya

I was so lost with need and drunk on the aftermath of pleasure that still coursed through my body that I didn’t immediately realize Tobias had pulled away.

I opened my heavy-lidded eyes to see him climbing to his feet and stuffing himself back into his pants. Confusion warred with disorientation as I scanned his face for an explanation, but the steely set to his jaw said everything.

Rejection and shame washed over me, icy cold and extinguishing the fire of desire he’d ignited inside me.

I pushed myself up to lean with my palms on the damp grass, curling my too exposed legs under me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked in a fragile tone I hated.

He zipped up his pants, not looking at me as he said, “I can’t do this.”

His words slapped me in the face, stinging down to my heart. My eyes burned with fresh mortified tears, but I refused to let them spill.

“What happened?” I didn’t have better words to use, especially at that moment. It was a miracle I had gotten those two words out at all without my voice cracking.

Things were going so well. Way better than I’d expected, actually. I absolutely hadn’t intended to do more than kiss himtonight, and until this moment, I hadn’t felt bad about the turn the night had taken. And the way he’d made me feel!—but I was so far removed from that bliss that I could hardly believe it even happened.

I didn’t understand why he suddenly changed—again! Was my smell offensive? Did he think I was a huge slut for letting him go down on me and then asking for more? Did he suddenly decide my being a mermaid was too taboo for him to deal with? What was it?!

“I thought I was strong enough, but I’m just…not,” he eventually ground out.

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