Page 72 of Wild Bond

The humor left his expression when I finally lay before him completely nude a few seconds later. I would have felt self-conscious were it not for the fact that he had already seen me mostly naked, and for the way he was looking at me.

His eyes gleamed and my breath skittered in response as his gaze traveled over my body with a ravenous, hungry light.

Reaching down, he grasped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. His mouth trailed down my left calf to the inside of my thigh as he spread my legs apart and sank to his knees before me.

Before I knew what was happening, he licked between my thighs, his stubble rubbing against sensitive spots that made my entire body clench with need. He gave another taunting, teasing lick, and I whimpered.

“Has anyone ever done this for you before?” he asked.

“No,” I breathed, shaking my head. I felt like I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. Like there wasn’t enough air left in the entire world.

“Good,” was all he said.

Then his mouth closed over me. The searing slide of his tongue and the hard clasp of his lips had me writhing beneath him. I speared my hands in his dark hair. The intoxicating heat of his mouth and tongue and the satisfied sounds he made as he feasted on me were wild and carnal and perfect.

I thought what he had done to me with his fingers had felt good, but this was even better. I hadn’t known my body was capable of such sensations.

“You taste like molten honey.” He spoke in that dark, hypnotic voice. I glanced down to see he was watching me, an inferno in his eyes.

Heat pooled in my belly at that look, and his mouth descended once more. My hips shifted and a soundless gasp left my lips. I fisted the bedsheet in both hands. Feeling the sensation of my body coiling tight and the very blood in my veins seeming to sing with suppressed energy.

I felt out of control. My legs and body shook, and I raised my hands to cover my eyes. It was all too much. I was suddenly overwhelmed . . . embarrassed at how my body was reacting. At how I was feeling so much, howhewas making me feel so much.

I felt him move before large hands covered mine and gently removed them from my face.

“Rin,” his voice was soft, “look at me.”

I forced myself to meet his eyes.

His were filled with velvet heat and dark promise, but there was a softness and understanding there as well.

“Don’t take your eyes off me. I want to see your reactions. I want to see everything I make you feel.” He leaned down farther and whispered against my lips, “Don’t hold back. I’ve got you.”

Something in me calmed and settled at his words. The feelings he created inside me were still vast and unfamiliar, but I suddenly didn’t feel anxious or self-conscious anymore as slowly, excitement filled me again.

He was watching me closely and saw the change. The acceptance.

His eyes turned feral as he loomed over me. Tracing every naked curve as he pulled back. My nipples were achingly sharp points from the cold air on my still slightly damp skin. He leaned down to capture one in his hot mouth and I shouted in surprise, the cry echoing in the quiet room. The only other sounds were the pounding rain, occasional rumbling thunder, and the crackling flames of the small hearth fire.

I luxuriated in the feel of him as I watched what he was doing. The light scraping of his teeth and the subtle sting it left behind. The raw masculinity in every line of his muscular body. His hard lips, his wet tongue.

He moved lower once more.

Before I knew it that coiling sensation tight in my belly had returned. His mouth and hands working me into a frenzy.

“Rake!” I cried.

“Let go, Rin,” he encouraged. “Come for me.” His arms were wrapped around my thighs, and they clenched harder as he continued to suck.

The pleasure was so complete I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, didn’t want to. Then I crested the hill and fell off the other side into oblivion.

I wasn’t sure how long I lay there limp and shaking, until I came back to reality utterly exhausted. I was only distantly aware of him pulling the covers up around us and pulling me close to his body. His chest at my back and his huge arm encasing me in warmth.

My eyes began to droop as he kissed the side of my head, and I heard him murmur into my hair, “Sleep, little thief.”

So, I did.

Iwoketoraysof morning light covering the bed. The storm had passed, and almost before I was fully conscious, my mind was searching for Skye. I found her out hunting her breakfast, smug in the knowledge that she had gotten to keep her stolen prize from the night before. She sent me a cursory greeting before focusing back on her hunt. I left her to it.

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