Page 210 of Primal Bonds

Their eyes met, and she could’ve sworn he saw right to the heart of her. “It is for me, too.”

He touched his lips to each of her eyelids in turn and then continued his exploration of her body, kissing his way down her breastbone to her belly. He trailed his lips over her mound, and she bent her knees to give him more space.

“Mm.” He licked her, long and slow. “You taste so good.”

Another lick, and then another.

And the good feelings got even better. Desire fizzed in her veins like champagne. She stroked his hair where it lay wet against her thigh.

Without warning, he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she let out a high, surprised mewl. He sucked harder, strong tugs that sent heat sparking through her. He moved lower for more of those delicious licks before returning to her clit again, learning what made her gasp and buck her hips.

Meanwhile, his long, knowing fingers played over her body—her nipples, her bottom, her inner thighs.

She reached for his head, trying to hold him against her sex, and he pulled back, his breath warm against the heated flesh.

She moaned. “Fane.”

“I just want a look at you. You’re like a flower.” He teased her opening with his fingers. “A hot, wet, gorgeous flower that opens only for me.”

She bit her lower lip. Desire climbed in her, but somehow she couldn’t let go.

Then he husked, “Open for me, love. I want to see you come.” He set his mouth to her clit and with a few self-assured licks, broke the tight hold she had on herself.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

He inserted two long fingers in her, and that was even better. Her sex clamped around him. Stars burst behind her eyes, shooting down to her toes and to the top of her head. Warming her to her very soul.

Fane stroked her inside with his fingers and outside with his tongue until she shuddered back to awareness with a sigh.

He raised his head. “Enough?”

“Oh, yeah. Too much.”

“Never too much.” With a sexy chuckle, he crawled back up her body to fit his mouth to hers. She tasted herself on his lips, mixed with his own male flavor.

She felt happy, even triumphant.

Because it felt like a victory.

She wrapped her arms around Fane and kissed him back as hard as she could.

Chapter 24

Fane lifted his head from Marjani and rolled to one side. Propping his head on his hand, he traced a finger down her nose and over her plush lips, swollen from his kisses. Her delicate features had a faint flush, her cat-shaped eyes heavy with satisfaction.

His heart swelled, because he’d been the one who put that look on her face.

He toyed with one of her small, pretty breasts. He loved her lean, streamlined body. He ached to bury himself in her, but he’d promised he’d move slowly, and he meant to keep that promise.

That this hurting, complicated woman had trusted him with herself as far as she had was an incredible gift.

He’d hated to see those flickers of fear. The gods knew he wasn’t a violent man. A wayfarer didn’t have to be. When things got rough, Fane simply…disappeared. But at the thought of anyone hurting Marjani, something dark and ugly balled in his chest.

She turned on her side and set her hand on his chest. “Now you.” She tiptoed her fingers lower and encircled his erection.

He sucked in a breath, practically jumping out of his skin with pleasure. But he made himself say, “Only if you want.”

“I want.” The seriousness on her face made his lungs constrict.

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