Page 170 of The Call of Crimson
Tenderly, Aurelius peels the undergarments down my thighs.
His mouth is sin incarnate, tongue sweeping up through my folds in one slow, devastating pass. I throw a hand over my mouth the second he sucks my clit between his lips. My other hand tangles in his inky hair.
A low chuckle vibrates through him. If I could see, I know I’d find that smug look of pure male satisfaction carved into his too-perfect face.
He swirls his tongue around my clit in slow, torturous circles. My hips grind against him of their own accord, greedy and helpless. It’s like I lose all bodily autonomy when he’s between my legs. What he demands, I readily give.
His tongue alternates between teasing my clit and spearing into me like he’s fucking me with his mouth. When two fingers slip inside my dripping entrance, I nearly lose all control, a soft moan escaping.
“Shhh,” he hushes me before curling his fingers forward in a motion that makes my legs tremble.
We both still when the soft click of heeled shoes echoes through the kitchen just outside the pantry. It’s probably just a servant, but the fear of being caught has my heartbeat racing.
The fear slowly turns into excitement, the possibility of being discovered, despite the consequences, heightening my arousal. I writhe, my hips rocking against his mouth in a desperate plea for more.
Such a naughty princess. The thrill of being caught…
I shake my head, unsure where the thought was coming from.
The footsteps retreat, and Aurelius resumes his slow assault, tongue and fingers pushing me closer and closer to bliss.
My hand tightens in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as my inner walls begin to clench around his fingers.
The need to come apart around him floods my system, a violent tingling warmth growing at the base of my spine.
A new set of footsteps sounds. These are decidedly male, though.
But I’m too close to release to stop now. Just before I find bliss, I throw up a silencing shield.
In a move that’s pure punishment for disobeying his order, Aurelius bites down on my clit. The masochist inside me cries in sensual feminine satisfaction when the pain tips into pleasure, sending me flying straight over the edge.
His name erupts from my lips in a moan that never leaves the shield.
He laps at my center softly, soothing the pain his teeth caused. As the last waves of pleasure ebb, he places a soft kiss on the top of my pelvis while pulling my undergarments back into place.
The skirts of my dress fall as he stands. “You will pay for that disobedience later, little demon.”
“Breyla?” Ayden calls from the other side of the pantry door.
“I’m going to exit first and distract him. You’re going to use those beautiful shadows to hide yourself in here until we’re long gone,” Aurelius commands, taking a bite of something, an apple from the smell of it.
“Will you be at the council meeting?”
“Unfortunately.” Aurelius brushes a knuckle along my cheek, the unexpected tenderness tightening my chest. “Now be a good girl and eat this before you pass out. I can hear your stomach growling.”
“Breyla, are you in here?” Ayden calls again, closer this time.
Aurelius drops the apple in my hand, ushering me into the furthest corner of the pantry. Once I’m fully cloaked in shadows, I drop the shield as he summons a Faerie light and opens the door.
“It’s just me, brother,” he says smoothly as he steps out.
“Oh, it’s you,” Ayden says flatly. “Have you seen Breyla? The council meeting starts in ten minutes, and I can’t find her anywhere.”
Aurelius grunts. “I haven’t seen her in nearly a month.” Bitterness coats the lie that rolls off his tongue.
“An unfortunate consequence of your own actions,” Ayden replies coolly.
“That you’re conveniently benefiting from,” Aurelius bites out.
