Page 112 of Sweetling
It was Molly’s turn to arch her brows. “Bite me? Is that all?” Perhaps in those first days, she might’ve found such a declaration terrifying; his fangs weren’t small. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a few twitches of trepidation over feeling the pain of it, yet it didn’t seem too much to ask of her. Not now, when she knew exactly who she held in her arms.
Allarion choked. “Isn’t that enough? I’ve never wanted to sink my fangs into another lover before.”
“Well, now I feel special.” She smiled up at him, although she didn’t think her attempt at lightheartedness truly reassured him. Taking his face in her hands, Molly made sure to speak clearly so he understood her when she said, “Allarion, many people enjoy a little roughness with their lovemaking. If you want to bite me, you can.”
The shock was evident in his eyes. “But…to take your blood…”
“It’s all right. I don’t particularly like pain in my bed play, but if you feel you need this…just be gentle—and make it up to me.”
A shuddering breath exploded from him, and Allarion clutched her close, burying his nose in the hollow between neck and shoulder.
“My beautiful, generous mate,” he crooned, “you are too good to me.”
“Mm, that’s probably not true. But you’ve been nothing but good to me. It’s a small thing to ask in return.”
That rumble cascaded through him again, but rather than the explosive cadence of before, it was almost like a purr, seductive and deep. His hands turned from almost clutching to caressing, fingers tracing up and down her curves.
“Oh, sweetling, I promise you, by the time I’m ready, you’ll beg for my bite.”
Molly hummed in interest, glad that the matter seemed settled. She happily eased back into receiving his fervent kisses, although their passion now was more measured, a building up rather than a frenzy.
She couldn’t honestly say the idea of a bite—a true one that broke the skin, not just a love nip—didn’t give her a smidge of trepidation. However, it was worth it. Allarion was worth it.
This had troubled him for weeks now, and if it was the only barrier remaining to their finally enjoying each other fully, well, the answer was simple.
His hands wove magic of their own around her, touching her everywhere he could reach, stoking the flames a little higher with every caress. He deftly spirited them across the room to her large bed without his mouth ever leaving her skin.
When he did lean up, it was to again admire her garments.
“You got this just for me?”
“Just for you,” she agreed, popping the last button of his tunic.
“Have you been planning this? Your seduction?”
“It wasn’t much of a plan other than putting it on, but yes.”
With a finger and thumb, Allarion pulled loose the simple knot keeping the negligee closed. The slippery tie fell around her hips and the translucent robe fell open, revealing the partially transparent fabric beneath. Molly knew her nipples would be just visible through the stays, dark points begging for attention.
His searching fingers found one, tracing a teasing circle around the peak with the barest touch. Molly bit her lip, resisting the urge to press herself into his hand.
“I think these should all come off,” she said, tugging at his open tunic.
A wicked smile curled his lips. “Anything you wish.”
“Oh, I wish very much.”
She stood back a step, doing some admiring of her own. Like in all things, his movements were efficient, economical, graceful, but he somehow managed to make them seductive. It was the way his gaze almost never left hers as his tunic slipped from his shoulders and his undershirt came unlaced. He toed off his boots and stepped out of his trou with the elegance of a dancer, and by the time he stood before her naked, Molly’s mouth had run dry.
He stood before her proudly, letting her look at her leisure. She already knew he was a fine man, every muscle packed tight withstrength, but seeing him stand there, his legs spread and stance firm, had her heart fluttering all over again. His ridged abdomen led down to narrow hips with a distinct vee, all pointing to the dark purple cock bobbing against his lower belly. That ball piercing reflected a pinprick of light, and the memories of how it’d felt catching against her tongue arrowed between her thighs.
When she moved to slip off the negligee, Allarion stopped her with a gentle hand.
“Oh, no, sweetling, this should stay on as long as possible.”
He drew her back into him, taking handfuls of the silk and lace. Molly thrilled to feel every inch of naked flesh pressed to her. Having him totally naked while she still stood clothed—albeit scantily—had her hands and mouth growing greedy. She needed to taste and feel and have all of him. Now.
Feeling the lustiness in her touches, Allarion answered in kind, his tongue curling round hers and his hands sliding beneath the negligee to take great handfuls of her backside. His breath hissed against her lips as his cock rubbed against the silkiness of the stays.
