Page 84 of Bound
Chapter 30
Amoret
Gage suckles at my nipple through the gown, every sweet delicious tug like liquid desire between my legs.
My head falls back, luxuriating in his calloused hands as they graze my legs, my sides, my arms. Each rasping pass flares the heat under my skin until I am burning with need. With his fire.
Despite his words, he is reverent but wicked as he moves to my other breast, the fabric dampening under his ministrations. The combined onslaught of hot and cool makes my head spin. As does the evergreen and ash scent spilling from his much larger form.
His hands fist into the hem of the gown. There is a wet rip and I stare down at him.
The fabric is torn in half, leaving my naked body open to his gaze. I shift away, to close the sides. His hands grab my wrists, stilling me.
“Don’t,” he growls.
I shiver.
He lowers his head. His cheek nuzzles my breasts before taking my nipple back into his mouth. The hot cavern and gentle pull makes me squirm as my belly gives a fell swoop. “You smell so fucking good,” he rumbles, kissing along my stomach. His hands let my wrists go as he runs his roughened palms down my thighs. Strong fingertips sink into my flesh, prying my legs farther apart.
“Gage?” I try, voice tremulous.
His nearly black eyes roll up to look at me and my heart quickens even more. “Are you asking me to stop?”
“What? No. I don’t … What are you going to do?” I manage.
His lips peel back into that wolfish smile. “I want to kiss you again.”
Oh.
I exhale weakly and bend to meet him.
“No, Amoret,” he croons. “Not there.”
I blink. “I don’t understand.”
One finger slips higher up my thigh in dizzying whirls. He teases along my slit, and I stop breathing. The touch is slow, testing. And it feels so good it borders on pain. “I want to kiss you here.”
My face scalds. “I …”
His finger slips into my warmth, teasing and playing along my slickness. I go boneless. “Say yes, Amoret,” he tells me, his voice rough. Commanding. As it was when he ordered me to eat.
I stare down at him. “Yes.” The word is tremulous. But sure.
His eyes close and he presses his face to my nether lips. The first small peck is sweet. I relax, amused but willing. Then something warm and wet dives into my heat, brushing the bundle of nerves at my apex.
I cry out as the pleasure of that one touch shoots through me.
Gage’s hands tighten on my legs, keeping me upright as he tastes and devours me with a hunger that can only be called ravenous.
“Oh gods,” I gasp, bucking without meaning to in order to get him closer. He growls, lifts me, and tosses me onto the bed.
I bounce, head spinning. But before I can reassert where I am, he wraps his hands around my thighs and wrenches me down to his waiting mouth.
Spread wide under his tongue, I am laid bare in more ways than one.
Every touch causes the warmth in my body to build. My toes curl as pleasure arcs and zings. He slides his hands under my rear, lifting me more as his wicked tongue dives deep into my sheath.
The intrusion is like light, soft pink and fuzzy around me. And it feels so good. My hand moves of its own accord, sinking into his long waves and holding him to me as my hips jerk.
