Page 71 of What Whispers in the Dark
Garrik sighed, registering the meaning behind that look.
“I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”
He exhaled a chuckle through his nose, but she couldn’t find the humor in any of it as he grinned. “I did not give you much choice, now, did I?” He trailed a hand down her back, pulled her waist closer, flush against him. Then added, “Having spent the day with you on your back, naked beneath me.”
With memories like that, how could she argue? Though she still didn’t like it.
Despite it, a smile twitched on her lips, remembering how they began at breakfast, touching each other, learning every inch and burning it to memory. Then later, at the lake, fucking on a blanket atop the floating dock in the velvety sunlight before he dawned them to their tub. Amidst the glittering bubbles and warm water, her chest perched against his. Straddling him, Garrik had proceeded tothoroughlymake certain she was spotless…
Alora’s toes curled inside her boots.
Not only with his hands and a cloth but with his tongue after.
And when the water became too cold, when he wrapped her in a towel made of clouds, he took his time worshiping her with his body beside their fireplace until their bed became their home for the evening.
Poor humans. For not having fae lovers. Alora’s cheeks scarleted.
Garrik hummed. “Picturing my death, clever girl?”
Her knees tightened, rubbing the dark fabric on her inner thighs together. Picturing not death, but … how his intoxicating body moved. Every glorious muscle, dip and swell, scar and facet of flesh. How undone he became when release shattered him and he spilled into her over and over. His face, his roars, the addictive sounds and moans and every breathless plea and cry of her name.
Alora swallowed. “S-something like that.”
A dark, low chuckle rumbled from him. A cold finger trailed along the soft flesh below her ear. “Clever girl,” he drawled. The words menacing. Enticing. Like a cat that’d caught vermin only to play with it instead of pleasuring in the kill. He tisked his tongue, drawing his knuckle down her neck, pebbling her flesh every inch by torturous inch. “I do believe you are lying tome.” Something like wicked delight lingered there. Wicked and raptured and possessive.
“Maybe,” she hinted, breathless.
Quaint knowing lingered in his eyes. But Garrik simply smirked, and instead of addressing the matter further, asked, “Tell me, wife. How do you wish to spend our day?”
She could think of a few things …
Starting with her tongue tracing the veins of his length until she swallowed him deep, drawing him to the brink of insanity, to the point he’d fuck her against a wall, unchained from self-restraint or sense.
Garrik’s eyes heated; his breathing changed. No doubt the same images flashed in his mind as in hers. “There will beplentymore time for that.” A promise she knew he’d keep. “Seeing as we engaged in such … taxing activities yesterday, perhaps we should do something … less eventful.” Garrik looked as if the very words pained him, cut into his skin, and made him bleed. A war settled in his eyes.
She intended to win it.
Alora smirked and trailed her finger along the open buttons on his tunic. Traveling down, down, down until she danced them along the first fastened one.
Garrik tracked the movement, finding her ring finger and the gift of his powers wrapped around it. And despite the warning quirk of his brow, Alora popped the button, kissed the exposed scar there, and toyed against his flesh. “What would be the fun in that?”
“Do not tempt me.” Stars, he sounded unraveled. Teetering on the edge as she lowered another kiss. “I have…” She may have popped another button. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I have not yet fulfilled the library of things I wish to do to you—dowithyou—and am dying to carry you to our porch settee and fuck you till noon.Starsdamn, Alora. Do you see what you doto me?” He swayed backward, gesturing with his chin down the muscled planes of his body to the considerable bulge straining against his pants.
She didn’t contain the proud hum at how hard he was for her. Didn’t stop herself from venturing down his tunic so,soslowly while watching his face. Alora stopped at his belt, teasing the metal with a ravenous question in her eyes that he registered clearly.
Garrik seemed to consider for a moment. He needed nothing but a nod of warrant, allowing her further, before her hand wrapped around his cock over the leather.
She lightly squeezed.
His groan was purely undignified. It may have made her mouth water. “Do you know how hopeless I am? Wanting you—desiring you every damn minute of every day?” he rasped.
She knew the feeling.
Where months before, she never wanted the touch of a male again, but with Garrik … with Garrik … she couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t explainwantinghim—needinghim—in every heartbeat. Of craving, with one look, the feel of him. The way he smelled, tasted, the sound of his voice, and every word he’d speak.
Just …him. Allof him.
She’d think she had gone entirely mad if he didn’t look at her the same. Like she was the last star in the sky and he was the last kernel of darkness.
