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Rubbing my back softly, he asked, “How many times?”
“Twice.”
“With the same person?”
I nodded, refusing to look away. “Brekkan Dioltry. We were nineteen.”
“Brekkan?” He frowned. “What kind of name is Brekkan?”
“Oh, like you’re one to talk,” I snapped. “You have no business judging names.”
“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “And did you enjoy Brekkan Dioltry’s company in bed?”
I swallowed hard, feeling every place he touched me like fire. “No,” I whispered.
His hands inched me even closer. “And when you touch yourself, Morella, do you enjoy it then?”
I hadn’t noticed how close his face had gotten to mine. He hovered over my lips. “Sometimes,” I breathed between us.
He slid his fingers down my arm, taking my hand in his. “Show me where.”
I took it, sliding his fingers down my chest, to my stomach, tightly coiled, until I pressed them to the most sensitive part of my body. The one place I’d explored and the only place I really knew could undo me.
He pressed his thumb to my clit, circling in slow motions and I released a soft moan from my lips.
“Is this the only place?” he asked, watching my face with a dark heat that would consume me if I didn’t keep my wits.
“Yes.”
He nodded, continuing his touch. “There’s more to discover. But let’s start here.” Kissing my chest, he followed the pattern of my nightgown, settling down again on the floor between my legs. “All you need to do is tell me if you like or don’t like what I’m doing. Give into your body’s response and tell me to stop if you want me to stop. There are no rules other than what you decide.”
Nodding, I shifted, my legs opening wide as he wrapped his arms around them, first smoothing his hands over everything exposed before him.
“I-I like that,” I managed to breathe.
His eyes of brilliant blue heated beneath me as his fingers trailed over me again. “Good girl, Morella. And this?”
Spreading me open with one hand, I gasped as his mouth covered my skin. His tongue pressed gently, sending firethrough my bones, spreading pleasure through my veins, and I could not imagine more bliss than this. There could not be more than this single moment when his mouth pulled away gently, softly sucking my clit between his lips. As his gaze reached mine, I felt the cruel, cold sting of air.
I wanted heat. Ineededthe warmth of his mouth.
More, more, more, until I was sick of it. Until I had to crawl away just to survive the onslaught of pleasure my husband could bring to what was slick between my thighs.
“Again,” I begged, reaching out to pull him back in. “Do it again.”
CHAPTER 22
Killian
The woman could scream.
And buck her hips.
And learn.
All it took was a little guidance and encouragement with my tongue and Morella had herself figured out. Within five minutes of sucking, and tasting, and licking, she’d taken me to the floor, riding my tongue and cursing in pleasure.
If I hadn’t been so Goddessdamned turned on, I might have counted the number of timesfuckcame out of her gorgeous mouth, often followed by my name. As she ground herself over my face, crying out, screaming, and moaning, I withdrew my cock, fisting it with one hand and keeping her body pressed to my mouth with the other.
