Page 73 of What Whispers in the Dark
“Fuck,” came his breathy curse against her neck. “Fuck,” he cursed again—growled it like a starved male—as if his name onher lips was his entire undoing. “Say it again. Just like that, clever girl. Say it again.”
So, she did. Over and over to the rhythm he set with his mouth. His tongue, teeth, and lips. Exploring the length of her body, devouring her with a ravenous hunger only satisfied by his name being moaned into the Airatheldran air.
Alora bowed off the settee, pulling on her shadowy restraints further when he lowered her leggings, and again at the first bite on her thigh. His teeth scraped inward, swirling his tongue to soothe the pleasing sting.
Silently begging him,begginghis tongue—his mouth—anythingto keep going. To continue moving as she arched into him, offering the place she wanted him the most. Begging he would grant it. That he would end this torment and?—
Every last thought emptied. She threw her head back as a fractured groan spilled from her when his finger parted her and glided inside.
Garrik made a sound much like a snarl of satisfaction and a desperate plea as he circled her bundle of nerves, reveling in what he discovered.
“So wet for me.” Somehow, she managed to keep breathing as Garrik’s groan of pride and approval thrummed straight to her core where that finger circled. Slow, taunting. Teasing strokes that had her hands fisting nothing but air.
His torment continued—punishingly slow. Wringing out her reply in choked gasps and whimpers, “Yes.” Those delicate inner walls clenched around nothing. Empty, needing him there too. She lifted her hips—begging?—
“Mmm,” he purred against her. Kissed her flesh just outside. “Greedy.”
Oh stars.
Begging—begging?—
A moan ruptured from her. Echoing across the porch pillars, the trees, the lake, the mountains.
The veins in Garrik’s forearms swelled as he at last slipped a finger inside and curled it, brushing along that spot that had her forgetting everything but his name. Setting a smooth, steady pace. Swirling and swirling and swirling with the other. Coaxing her to that sweet, fragile edge.
Garrik kissed her again as she rocked against him, urging him faster—so muchfaster.
“You are all I can think about,” he rasped thickly. “You consume me.” And gritted out, “Every time I sink into you … every time I get to do this…” Slowly,slowly, he eased in another finger. Pumped them. Again and again. Until she was certain starflames would burst from her. “I do not think this will ever stop—how I feel about you. How intensely, severely I love you. The stars could not offer me peace in eternity to make me stop.”
His words—by every cursed star in the sky—his words.
She choked out a sob.
Embers flickered around her, threatening flames. And she was hopeless to stop it as his love washed over her in ruthless, relentless swells. Like a world-ending burst of his magic and hers, like tortured souls and unending devotion collided, an unbridled moan ripped from her as release barreled down her spine and she shattered on his fingers. Rapturous and delirious as he stroked her through each blissful wave, she strained against her binds, every inch of her burning and taut, shuddering beneath him so violently she wasn’t sure her starfire hadn’t exploded.
He may have been speaking. May have called her name or chanted it against her flesh as he kissed up her skin like he was determined to worship every last inch of her. But she couldn’t think pastneedinghim.Now.Needing to unspool everythingshe felt for him—the undiluted love and devotion and reckless abandon…
Garrik withdrew his fingers, pinning her with dilated orbs of silver as he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them inside. Tasting her. Devouring her very essence from his flesh with a groan so primal it nearly set her on fire. “You taste like starsdamnedtemptation, clever girl,” he groaned, curling his tongue around his fingers, one by one, lapping up every last drop. “I am hopeless against you. Fucking addicted for another sip.”
She wasdonewaiting.
Darkness stormed inside her wedding ring the moment she called to his powers within the stone—hersto command. The shadows around her wrists burst off them. Unleashing herself on him, Alora surged forward and pulled him to her lips—tasting herself as his tongue swirled along the roof of her mouth. Claiming her just as wild and rapturous while her hands roved down his solid chest.
They were all tongue and teeth and groans. Nothing else existed. Not even the clarity of where she ended and he began.
“You have ruined me. Youarethat powerful.” Garrik rasped between kisses. “I have lost who I was because of you. I swear to every damned star in the sky, don’t you ever fucking stop.” His hand plunged into her hair, curled around her neck.
Ruined him—ruinedhim? He ruinedher.And she wasn’t sure she’d survive without another taste.
She couldn’t think; couldn’t focus. Every nerve in her body was on fire. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this.” Everything about him was perfect. She was going to make certain he felt it.
Her fingers found the leather of his belt. Teased the metal.
Stars, his lips—his incredible, intoxicating lips?—
Wood cracked. Splintered and shattered.
She could have died the moment Garrik ripped his head from her, his muscled chest heaving, body trembling. Those silvery eyes sealed the moment he pulled her forehead to his. Voice shaking, admitting, “If I do not practice control, I willdestroyyou.”
