Page 84 of Between Fear and Favor

Despite that, he composed himself as he stood, unbuttoning his shirt. A measured breath and a darted glance toward my tattoo was all it took to soothe his anxiety, and then his gaze turned ravenous.

“If you won’t allow me to pleasure you right now, then I insist you pleasure yourself,” he commanded. At my hesitation, Rain stopped unbuttoning his shirt, staring at my hand still resting over my aching flesh. His brow raised, and he nodded at me. “Go on, Em. Fuck your fingers for me.”

Dragging my teeth over my lower lip, I watched him as I made myself comfortable. He stood there, with tented breeches, as I dragged a pillow beneath my head. But I didn’t do as he asked, waiting for him to continue disrobing.

“Show me how you filled your sweet cunt each night,” he rumbled, staring at my body, “and drifted off to thoughts of me filling you instead.”

I flushed crimson beneath his perusal. Despite our reunion, and just how well he’d learned my flesh in the last few months, this was all still quite new. To be stared at with such blazing desire and tender appreciation was overwhelming. For so many years, I hadn’t experienced passion like this. I’d been lusted over and used by a husband who’d only sought pleasure and an heir. It wasn’t the same at all.

With Rain, he’d wanted all of me from the beginning. It had always been everything or nothing with him, and that was why we’d fallen apart—because neither of us could handle that dusky in-between. I’d been alone and empty for so long after, with only thoughts of him to keep me company.

I’d only had my imagination—and my touch.

And now, we could have everything.

I slid my middle finger through my wetness, watching Rain’s gaze narrow on the exact spot. His hands drifted toward his collar, but when he didn’t continue, I stopped my motions. Despite his concentration on my core, his mouth quirked into that crooked smile as he continued with the buttons.

“So pink and pretty,” he murmured, letting his shirt fall from his shoulders to the floor. The praise flooded me with heat. He prowled closer, but I stopped him with my foot against his stomach. He laughed, grabbing it to move it aside, but he froze as I allowed my other leg to fall open. Sliding my fingers down to my opening, I pressed two into my aching core and threw my head back when it didn’t ease the emptiness.

“Trousers,” I ordered, panting as I slowly thrusted. My other hand drifted to my breast, rolling my nipple between my fingers. He groaned as the sound of my wetness grew louder. Unwilling to stop his gaze from darting all over me, he fumbled with his breeches.

He might have had a filthy mouth that made me want to whimper and beg for him, but gods if he wasn’t desperate and needy for me too.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as his clothing dropped from his body. His hips still jutted at sharp angles, never fully recovered from his captivity in Folterra, but the muscle he’d lost had recovered drastically. My movements stilled as I took in each chiseled line on his body, leading down to where his cock jutted—boastful almost in its size and enthusiasm.

I licked my lips, wanton for the taste of him.

And as he moved over me, I allowed him, while secretly commanding my shadows to do my bidding. Because if Rain was left to do as he desired, he would ravage as he saw fit. He would kiss and lick from my neck to the aching center of me until my legs shuddered around his neck.

And I wanted to have my wits about me as I drew every sensible thought out of his mind with my lips around his cock.

As he continued forward, I let my shadows twine over his body. He yelped as I flipped him onto his back with my divinity, and I couldn’t help my giggle.

“Em,” he rasped when I didn’t release my hold. I crawled across the bed and settled at his hip.

Bending over him, my damp hair tickled his far side as I blew a breath on the tip of his cock. He jerked from the motion, and I turned my head to look at him. Finding a furrowed brow, I laughed, glad he understood my intentions.

Torment.

My hair slid over his thighs, and I knew he’d want to grasp it in his fist. But he couldn’t. Sliding one hand up his perfect stomach, I teased him with soft caresses and faint tickles as I dragged my tongue over the head of his perfect, impossibly hard length. He groaned—deep and guttural—when my other hand cupped him beneath his shaft.

“Temptress,” he grunted, “What are you doing to me?”

“Do you not like it?” I purred, knowing the answer as one hand twisted over his length and the other continued to apply light pressure where I held him. His hips bucked, and his eyes rolled back.

“I don’t like not being able to touch you,” he said, lifting his head enough to give me a petulant look.

“Can you be patient for me?” I asked, willing to release him if he needed me to, but the slight purse of his lips told me he’d rise to my challenge.

Head lolling to the side as he looked toward the window, he couldn’t stop the jerk of his hips as he thrust into my hand, powerless against his need. “You have until sunrise,” he said, and I nearly laughed to myself.

With how light it had grown outside, I only had minutes.

I dipped, ass in the air as I licked his shaft, tracing the thick veins with my tongue. Rendered silent, Rain’s head fell back, and his hips pushed upward into my grasp. Fisting him in my hand, I dragged my tongue up the length of him where my fingertips just didn’t meet, sucking and kissing.

Twisting my hand in the motion I knew he liked, I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. Hair tossed over my shoulder, I tilted my head to watch him as I brought him to the brink. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, and he was the picture of beautiful misery.

“Please,” he begged, soft and desperate, and I would have given him anything he asked for. But as he opened those green eyes, all he wanted was me. “Let me touch you. I need to touch you.”

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