Page 86 of Shadows of Stardust

“My turn,” I murmur, reaching around his horns with my other hand to take my hair tie back.

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Zandrel

There are no thoughts in my brain.

Not a single one.

And after what feels like a lifetime of always thinking, planning, strategizing, trying to stay ten steps ahead of whatever worst thing might happen next, the emptiness feels like paradise.

The only thing left is sensation.

The wonderful warmth and weight of Roslyn sitting in my lap.

Her cries of pleasure still echoing in my ears.

The desire pounding through me with each beat of my heart.

I can still taste her.

If I thought Roslyn’s scent and warmth were distracting, then getting a taste of her straight from the source is another thing entirely.

Lush and earthy, sharp and sweet, her flavor still has my mind in a fevered tangle. I take a frankly embarrassing about of time to catch up and understand what she intends to do when she takes her hair fastener back, ties her hair up, and slides off my lap.

“Roslyn,” I choke out as she kneels on the rug and spreads my knees, making room for herself between them. “You don’t have to—”

My words cut off as she reaches for my cock, as she wraps her fingers around it and squeezes, as she lowers her mouth to me.

“Tell me to stop, Zan.”

Fuck, I deserve it. To have my own words thrown back at me. To be the one so cruelly, wonderfully teased as her tongue darts out and laps at me once, twice, just a taste.

“If this isn’t something you want, tell me to stop and I will.”

I could no sooner stop her than I could stop my own heart from beating or pull the stars down from the sky.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

My voice is husky, strained, strange even to my own ears, but the rasped confession seems to unleash something in Roslyn.

She shoots me one last satisfied smirk before she opens and takes me inside her.

Fates, that mouth.

I swear I can feel the curve of her smirk around my cock as my head hits the back of the sofa, the effort of keeping it upright suddenly beyond my capability.

A satisfied hum follows, warm and teasing and pleased with herself as she starts to take me apart.

I tangle a hand in her hair.

It only seems to spur her on as she hums again, a challenge this time, and relaxes her jaw around me. Roslyn lets me set the pace, palm spread across the back of her head, gently guiding her up and down my shaft.

She keeps one hand wrapped around me, stroking in time with her mouth. She flattens the other against my pelvis, teasing around the base of my cock and the edge of my slit.

Warm and wet and wonderful, I bury myself in the heat of her mouth. I arch against her, shamelessly chasing sensation. It coils deep in my belly, wraps itself around my spine. Far sooner than I’d like, it crescendos, and I’m powerless to stop it.

When I’m poised right on the peak of release, balanced on a knife-edge of control, I attempt to ease her off me.

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