Page 71 of Must Love Libraries and Libations
“Are you certain?” he asked, even as his hands traced the curves of my waist through my thin chemise.
Instead of answering with words, I tugged him toward the small sofa in the corner of his study, but he caught my hand.
“Not there,” he said softly. “If we’re doing this, I want to do it properly.” He led me through the door to his adjoining bedroom, where moonlight streamed through the windows. “I want to take my time with you.”
The careful way he said it sent heat spiraling through me, and I reached up to trace the strong line of his jaw. “Then take your time,” I whispered.
With infinite care, he lifted my chemise over my head, his golden eyes drinking in every inch of skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his hands skimming over my shoulders, down my arms. “So soft.”
When his mouth followed the path his hands had traced, pressing kisses to my throat, my collarbones, the swell of my breasts, I gasped. His forked tongue was a revelation, the dual sensation making me cry out.
“More,” I whispered, surprising myself with my boldness.
He lifted his head, eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want, love.”
“You,” I said simply. “All of you. I want to see you, touch you…”
With shaking hands, I reached for his shirt, and this time he helped me, shrugging out of the fine fabric. His chest was magnificent in the moonlight, 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.
“Primrose,” he groaned, his hands growing bolder, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks until I was trembling with need.
I reached for the fastenings of his trousers, and he stilled. “Primrose…”
“I want this, Erasmus. I want you.”
When he was finally as bare as I was, I caught my breath. He was magnificent and intimidating in equal measure. My eyes widened as I took in his impressive length, and he noticed my reaction.
“We’ll go slowly,” he promised, his voice tender. “I would never hurt you.”
He laid me back on his bed, and then his mouth was on me again, trailing fire down my body. When he reached my thighs, I gasped and tangled my fingers in his dark hair.
“I love your taste,” he murmured against my skin. “Let me taste all of you.”
What followed was exquisite torture. His forked tongue worked magic as it glided across my clit. When I felt the tip of his tail join the symphony, penetrating me softly, I cried out.
He worked me through the waves of pleasure, 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 against me.
“Now,” I whispered, still breathless. “Please, Erasmus. I need you.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, and we both held our breath at the contact. Even after what he’d done to prepare me, the stretch was intense as he slowly, carefully pressed inside. He was larger than I’d expected, and I had to breathe through the initial overwhelming fullness.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” he whispered in my ear.
When I finally relaxed, when the stretch became pleasure instead of pressure, I rolled my hips experimentally. The groan that escaped him was purely animal.
“I’m ready,” I whispered.
What followed was tender, passionate, and earth-shattering. He moved with careful control at first, but as I urged him on, my nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist, his restraint began to fray. His wings spread wide above us, blocking out everything but him and the incredible sensation of being completely filled, completely claimed.
He groaned against my neck, his movements becoming more urgent.
“You feel like coming home,” he whispered in my ear.
When my release crashed over me for the second time that night, I cried out his name so loudly I was certain the bookwyrms would wake. The feeling of me clenching around him sent him over the edge as well, and he buried his face in my neck as he found his own completion.
“Primrose,” he whispered, his voice strangled as he spasmed, filling me.
Breathing hard, he lay his head on my chest.
