Page 112 of Lore of the Tides

Finndryl hooked his hands beneath her thighs, stood up, and flipped her around so her back was on the bed. He fell with her, his lithe body above her, perfectly positioned between her legs, which were spread wide, wrapped around his waist.

Finndryl gazed down at her, his ink-black eyes reflecting the firelight, making them dance. Shadows swirled around his locs, kissed his cheekbones. He was ethereal. He was beauty. She raised an arm and put it flush with one of his, forearm to forearm. Their Puallas Kisses matched up; one couldn’t tell where one’s lines started and the other’s ended.

“You already have all of me, Lore. Would you give yourself to me this night?” His voice was low, hesitant.

Lore knew that if she shook her head no, he wouldn’t press.

Finndryl groaned, pressing his face into the hollow of her throat. He breathed her in, waiting. He knew that she had wanted to keep her distance. He knew she was trying to protect the both of them. And yet she knew he couldn’t help himself. He’dhadto ask. Because she felt it too. This need. She was tired of denying herself.

Warmth spread through her body; her core clenched at the feel of him against her. The glorious weight of him on top of her, pressing her into the quilt.

Tomorrow was unknown.

But tonight, they were warm and safe. They were together. How could she deny herself this sweetness? When she had saved her people and placed them in a world where nothing could hurt them... memories of tonight with him would sustain her.

Her heart was foolish; her heart yearned. For him. And here he was.

“You have me, Finndryl.”

“I am yours until the seas run dry and the earth dissolves to dust.”

He pressed a kiss on the sensitive skin on her collarbone, butterfly light. He kissed the skin of her chest. Lore’s lips parted.She was trembling. He dragged his hand up her side and cupped one of her full breasts. He pulled one of her taught nipples into his mouth, swirling the bud with his tongue before giving it a light bite. Lore gasped and squirmed beneath him.

Her heartbeat roared in her ears and pulsed in her core. She ground against him again.Gods, his pants had to go.

She yanked at the strings on his pants, her fingers tingling with the need to touch him. These needed off. But the damned strings were being stubborn.

“In time, honey. Let me worship you.” He slipped down, kneeling on the floor. He cupped her thighs and pulled her forward until her ass was on the edge of the bed. He cupped her ankles and gently placed one foot on his broad shoulder and then the other.

Lore held her breath as she flooded with heat. She might die at the vision of him between her legs.

He kissed her inner thighs while caressing each one with his large hands. “Tell me what you desire, Lore. I want to hear you say it.”

Lore bit her lip before admitting, “I want you to taste me.”

He rumbled his satisfaction. “Good girl.”

He kissed his way to the apex of her thighs and tasted her with his lips, his mouth, but it was his tongue that set her ablaze. He lapped with his tongue, swirling it around her clit, like he had her nipple, before changing course; back and forth, back and forth, he worked her with a beautiful pattern. Lore began to pant.

She threw her head back, and closed her eyes, writhing with pleasure. Finndryl was on his knees, worshipping at the altar of her. She dug one hand around his soft locs and moaned. He growled with pleasure at this, liking the feel of her hands on his hair.

He pulled her bud into his mouth and sucked. Lore arched her back—hissed as vibrant sensations sent lightning bolts throughevery corner of her body. He did it again, tugging on the bundle of nerves. Lore clenched her thighs together against his head, her body completely out of control; she dug her hands into his hair, gripping it harder. “Oh gods, Finn,” she moaned, gasping. He worked her with the rhythm of an expert musician, until Lore came apart beneath him.

She cried out as waves of pleasure rocked through her body.

He licked her, pressing his tongue inside her, lapping up her pleasure.

“You taste like marigolds and honey, honey,” he said as he stood up. Lore eyed him from where she lay.

He was all long and lean muscle, but his shoulders were incredibly wide, and his physique was well-defined from years of training with his broadsword. His eyes were heavy-lidded, ablaze, and glassy with desire. They homed in on her body with a predator’s gaze. Everything about him screamedlethal. His cheeks flushed. Corded muscles rippled in his abdomen, and she eyed the V that slashed into the waistband of his low-slung pants.

She wanted to reach for him, but she couldn’t move; she was still riding little waves of pleasure that, even after her release, jolted through her.

Aftershocks of absolute satisfaction.

Finndryl swiped a thumb across his full lower lip and grinned. “Are you ready for me, Lore?”

With those words, she could move again. Because, gods, yes, she had never been more ready for anything in her life. Everything she’d done, every decision she’d ever made, had led her tothismoment.

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