Page 95 of The Sea Witch
She guided his head, placing him where she ached. “Lick. Suck. Yes. Like that.”
He was a very good student.
Sounds poured out of her, moans, pleas, cries. He rumbled against her, half encouragement, half bliss. She sensed him everywhere. His hunger, his freedom from the restrictions that held him back.
Release came in a firestorm. Wave after wave harrowed her. Yet he didn’t stop, carrying her over the edge again. Once more.And again. With each climax, more power built within her, the light surrounding her almost blinding. But he kept going, as if greedy for her pleasure.
At last, she could take no more, and she panted, “Enough.”
He stopped at once. When he looked up, his face was glossy with her arousal, and his eyes blazed.
She pulled him up and they kissed deeply. The taste of her own pleasure was on his lips.
“I want it all,” she breathed, reaching for the fall of his breeches.
“You’ll have it.”
His hand tangled with hers as they struggled to undo the buttons.
“Ben,” she said, glancing down.
He pressed more kisses to her throat. “Alys.”
“Ben. Stop.”
He went still.
“Look,” she urged. “Your hands.”
He held them up, and they both cursed.
His markings covered the back of his hands, and climbed up his throat. Sitting back, he dragged off his coat and waistcoat, then pulled open the neck of his shirt. More of the dark lines twisted and curved over his chest and shoulders, tracing patterns on his flesh. The contrast between the figures and his skin was even more stark in the glow of her balancing.
“We’re over a mile from salt water.” He tugged off his shirt to reveal the dark lines all over his torso and arms. “Why now?”
“I’ve seen them in the past.” She pulled her skirts down to sit up as she finally remembered why they seemed familiar. “Months before I met you.”
“What do you mean?”
“These lines and patterns. I’ve seen them once before.” She traced her finger over one arrangement of figures on his deltoid. He flinched away from her.
“Where?” he demanded.
Her gaze held his. “In a mage’s spell book.”
Chapter Twenty
Ben reared back. “You didn’t tell me.”
“I hadn’t remembered,” Alys protested. “Not until now. The way you moved a moment ago—it jogged my memory. We took the book from a merchant ship months back.”
Light from Alys’s balancing had begun to fade, and deep shadows filled the room. Even in this darkness, he couldn’t stand the sight of his markings any longer. He pulled on his shirt and paced to the window. Night loomed over Domingo Town, the buildings forming black shapes against a violet sky, and the first stars appearing like indifferent gods.
His body and mind were still in a riot from pleasuring Alys.
Never had he been so uninhibited with a lover, more himself in those moments than he had ever been, and hell if he didn’t love that feeling.Sheshowed him how to make that happen. Because he’d wanted nothing more than to give her pleasure.
His joy had evaporated the moment he saw his markings.
