Page 83 of Heartsong
Some kissing shouldn’t have been enough to completely shift her focus, rock her world, change her priorities—or maybe she just hadn’t been kissed as thoroughly as Frey kissed her.
Whatever it was, the thrill of feeling better, the heady rush of feelinggood,she rocked toward him when he came in for the next kiss, rolling their hips together.
Anna gasped at just how hot and hard he was already.
She’d lived with the guy for weeks, and in that time, he’d mostly been sporting the gray sweatpants, so Anna had some idea of what he was packing. At least, when he was at ease. Feeling him now, her cunt quivered in equal parts joy and terror at the idea of letting him sink inside.
The breath puffed out of her at the thought, but Anna didn’t let herself dismiss it out of hand.
It wasn’t the first time she’d thought about doing dirty things with and to Frey. She was a hot-blooded cishet woman. The visceral feel of his cock caught between them brought all those thoughts into stark reality.
Mistaking her gasp and silence, Frey said, “Just ignore it.”
“Is it just morning wood?” She immediately wished the words back, wished it’d been something sexy that slid out of her mouth instead.
Anna could feel the brush of his lashes as he blinked at her. Then a snort of amusement huffed against her cheeks. “Is that what you call it now? Amusing. But no, my Anna, this is all for you. Whenever you’re ready.”
Frey leaned in for another kiss, and Anna let herself get swept away in the delicious glide of lips and tongues and fangs. But when he kissed her cheek then nipped at her jaw and down her neck, she braved asking, “What if I don’t want to ignore it? What if…I want to touch you?”
Above her, he went completely still. She supposed she’d shocked him. Shocked herself a bit too, honestly.
There was no denying that she wanted to touch him, though. Wanted to fill her hands with all of him, finally discover what he liked, what made him groan and growl. Effervescent bubbles fizzed inside her, excitement and anticipation a heady mix with her happy mood at finally feeling human again.
Sometimes, after a long bout of headaches, when Anna finally felt better, it was like she’d touched a socket. Energized, she went out and did things like go to the library and farmer’s market, or finally undertook that deep clean she’d been putting off, or read the book and watched the movie she’d been meaning to. Finally having the energy and the positivity to live a little felt so good.
Touching Frey would feel even better, she just knew it.
His breath finally rushed out of him in a hiss, blowing back her hair from her face.
“You can do anything you wish with me,fynghân.”
“Anything?” She bit her lip in excitement, feeling the way he trembled under her hand. That he held himself back even though he shook, that he gave her the time and space and power, did something for her.
“Everything,” he agreed.
She thought about teasing him a little more, but she was too greedy and impatient now.
“Lie back for me.”
After another kiss, he obliged, rolling onto his side. Anna followed him, breath caught in her throat.
Nervousness nipped at the edges of her mind, but she pushed it and the litany of thoughts that wanted to run rampant away. She’d put her brain through enough; now it was time to just feel.
She started at that massive chest she was so enamored with, running her hands over him in long, appreciative arcs. Anna heard his sharp inhale when she thumbed the hard point of his flat nipple.
“Sensitive too?”
“Not as much as my horns.”
“Hmm.” She wormed one arm between them and cupped the side of his head so she could tease at the base of one horn. Her other arm slipped under his unbuttoned shirt to trace the thick mass that made up a wing base. “What about this?”
Frey wheezed. “Much more sensitive.”
She strummed her fingers along his back, exploring every dip and ridge of muscle and bone. His skin was a little different than hers, a bit more like buttery leather, but it was soft and warm and just so him. He was a pleasure to touch, and he let her have her way, his hands set benignly on her hip and playing with her hair.
She felt him tense the further south she touched, and when she finally teased at the waistband of his low-slung sweats, along that plane of flat muscle just above his straining cock, Anna couldn’t help an evil little grin.
“Not as good as this, though.”
