Page 39 of The Withering Dawn
He lightly kissed the corner of my mouth, inserting another finger and stretching my walls just enough to distract me from any unwanted thoughts. I sucked in another breath, my hips shifting on the table as if to seek him out.
“I won’t let you,” he whispered, thrusting gently as his thumb continued to massage my clit. “Close your eyes, then, but the moment you feel yourself going somewhere else, open them and see that it is me. My fingers inside you.” He leaned in, kissing me and sayingagainst my lips, “My lips on yours. And I want you to chase your pleasure. This part of you is meant for pleasure. It is meant to be savored and appreciated, not tortured and punished.”
I let my eyes fall shut, bracing one hand behind me as I clung to his neck with my other.
“You are so observant,” he continued, curling his fingers upward as he moved them in and out of me, finding a tender spot inside that made my body shudder with delight. “I know you’ve already memorized everything about this room. Every color and smell. Every sound. Tell me, what is your favorite?”
“You,” I gasped, an unfamiliar tightness gathering deep in my core. “You smell like black tea and rum.”
His hot breath cascaded down the side of my neck. My head fell back to savor the feeling and I sighed at the touch of his lips on my exposed throat.
“What else?”
“Oak. Your room smells like oak and parchment. And…” I moaned softly, writhing against his touch as the knot in me began to tighten, teasing something I hadn’t felt before. Something I wanted to chase but was also afraid to catch. “Your voice.”
“What about my voice, muñequita?” he rasped, pumping his fingers faster.
“Your accent is poetic. It calms me, even if you are not trying.”
His teeth grazed my ear and I whimpered, arching toward him again and searching for some kind of relief from the tension building inside.
“What do you see now when you close your eyes?”
I turned my head to look at him, our faces so close, my lips whispered over his cheek.
“Exactly what I want to see,” I said. “I see you. As long as I can hear you. Talk to me. Please.”
His eyes were hooded and dreamy. For a moment, he stopped moving his hand and a brief sense of frustrated desire provoked a needy moan that I barely knew was coming from me.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, kissing me once before his mouth moved to my jaw and down the side of my neck again. “I want you to know pleasure. I want to hear you try to say my name as I take your breath away.”
His other hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers curling and biting into my side as he dragged them over my hip and along my thigh. His body was filled with tension. With restraint. I wondered what he would be doing to me if he was not controlling himself like he was and for some reason, the thought only added to the swelling pleasure in my core.
He continued kissing a trail down my chest, tugging the loose neckline of my dress down to expose my breasts. They were small, but he delighted in them nonetheless, his lips closing over one nipple as he sucked and fondled it with his tongue. But he did not stay there long and continued to sink lower, getting on his knees in front of me. I stared down at him as he continued to slowly move his fingers inside me again.
“You like the sound of my voice? Unfortunately, I cannot talk while I’m pressed between your legs.”
When Nazario lifted my leg over his broad shoulder and buried his face between my thighs, my whole dark and dreary world shattered into a million pieces. His tongue continued what his thumb had been doing, flicking and circling my clit until I could hardly get a full breath. My eyes rolled back as I closed them, drowning in my own desire. Unable to stay upright, I fell back on my elbows, my hips rocking in time with his tongue and the thrusts of his thick fingers. I focused on the pleasure. The heat of his breath. The scent of his presence and the sound of his low, approving hums as he devoured me.
The pressure began to build again, tight and unyielding and begging for release. I moaned uncontrollably, my heart leaping like an excited bird waiting to be let out of its cage. Nazario pressed his palm against the base of my belly, his fingers curling upward and sending a wave of ecstasy straight through my whole body. And every time herepeated it, the pleasure built, adding to the tension I feared I would soon lose my grip on.
I reached down, my legs trembling, and placed a hand on his head as if to push him away, except all I did was draw him closer, a sense of mild panic trying to steal my enjoyment out from under me. Nazario only stroked me harder. Faster. I fell onto my back, biting my lip and trying to stifle my cries, but control slipped away from me like the lead ropes on a wild horse. I let out a throaty moan, bowing off the desk as a wave of euphoric heat blossomed through my belly and trickled into every corner of my body like rain through a drought-tortured valley. I was a gasping mess when he finally lifted his head from between my legs, panting raggedly.
He pulled his fingers from my heat and gradually started kissing the inside of my thigh. I still had not caught my breath. Small aftershocks of my release continued to flicker through me as he stood, running his fingers along my hips to my waist. I was delirious, though, and could barely look at him as he slid his hands under my back and lifted my almost lip body into his arms.
That low, handsome chuckle elated my senses as he kissed the side of my head and tugged my dress back over my naked breasts.
“Is that how you wanted to be touched?” he asked.
“I…” I couldn’t get any other words out.
Nazario’s mouth slanted into a devilish grin that set my blood on fire all over again.
“You don’t have to say anything.”
“Does it always feel like that?”
“It can. If the right person is doing it.” He dragged my skirts back over my legs and then pushed a thin strand of hair behind my ear with a quiet sigh. “I would never have called myself the right person, but something about you… it makes me different.” As if that fact saddened him somehow, he looked away, the light from the window reflecting in his eyes and making them look like mossy amber. “We will be at the shores of Dornwich by tomorrow if the winds favor us. Imust be a captain today. If you roam the ship, be sure to have Cathal or Aleksi with you, yes? I am not trusting of my other men right now.”
