Page 41 of Must Love Libraries and Libations
“Please. Yes. Please.”
Gripping my hips, he gently began to work his tongue, and then his lips, across my feminine folds.
I cried out, my hands grabbing at his horns.
“Erasmus, I’m sorry, I?—”
“It doesn’t hurt,” he whispered. “Hold on to me,” he said, then went in again.
The sensation was indescribable. His forked tongue did things to me I’d never imagined possible, his strong hands holding my hips as I writhed beneath him.
“Erasmus,” I gasped, feeling something building inside me.
“Feel it all,” he whispered against my heated skin. “Let me give you pleasure.”
And then, I felt something new. His tail trailed up my leg. As his lips and tongue worked, I felt something else. The tip of his tail, warm and slightly rough, pressed gently against my entrance. The sensation was foreign but incredibly arousing, adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure he was giving me.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Oh, gods. Erasmus…yes.”
The combination of his mouth and the gentle press of his tail slipping in and out of me sent me spiraling over the edge. I came with a cry that echoed off the stone walls, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
He held me through it, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs as I slowly came back to myself. When he moved up to gather me in his arms, I could feel the hard length of him pressing through his clothes.
“That was…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t find words for what had just happened.
“Everything,” he said, his voice rough with want.
I reached for the fastenings of his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine. “I want to touch you, too.”
He helped me, shrugging out of his shirt with urgent movements that made his wings rustle behind him. His chest was magnificent, all carved muscle and warm, stone-colored skin. I traced the ridges of his abdomen with wondering fingers, marveling at the way he shuddered under my touch.
“Your wings,” I whispered, reaching around to stroke the powerful appendages. They were softer than I’d expected, the membrane warm and sensitive. When I traced along the edge of one wing, he made a sound that was pure pleasure.
“Primrose,” he groaned. “I… It’s been a very long time since I’ve been with anyone. And never someone like you.” His voice was vulnerable in a way that made my heart clench.
I cupped his face in my hands, meeting his uncertain gaze. “You matter to me, Erasmus. I think…I think I’m falling for you.”
He went very still. “Primrose…” For a long moment, he just stared at me, his breathing ragged, his whole body trembling. Then, so quietly I almost missed it, he said, “I’m falling for you too.”
The moment the words left his lips, the wine cellar filled with brilliant pink light. The music swelled to a crescendo, and, suddenly, we were tumbling through space.
“Primrose,” Erasmus called, grabbing me protectively, his wings wrapping around me as the witch’s magic took hold of us. We swirled in brilliant pink light, music mixing with giggling laughter as we tumbled through the air.
And then…
With an unexpected thump, we landed in a heap on what felt like a much softer surface, Erasmus’s full weight pressing me down, his wings still wrapped around me.
“Ow,” I mumbled against his shoulder.
“Primrose. Are you all right? Are you hurt?” he asked, immediately trying to lift his weight off me while his wings unfurled. The movement made us both very aware that we were still very undressed, neither of us knowing where we were.
“I’m fine, but we’re practically naked. And where are we?”
The blinding pink light made everything blurry.
“I don’t know… I…”
But then, a familiar chittering sound made us both freeze.
