Page 136 of What Fury Brings
He was scared to touch her, so he went slow, letting his fingers go to the back of her neck, securing her lips to his. His left hand went to the indent of her waist so he could press their hips together.
She made a little noise in her throat that he was going to try to never forget.
Suddenly impatient, Sanos pressed his tongue against her lips, needing to be inside.
She opened. Their tongues danced, and he was swept away with how right this was. To kiss a woman who kissed him because she wanted him. Not because he paid her. She’d initiated this kiss, and the thought of that somehow made him harder.
Olerra drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. It was a move so reminiscent of sex that he felt himself shaking with need. He did his best to ignore his own urges, letting her decide the pace. She was injured. He needed to be care—
She shoved him backward onto the bed. He scooted toward the middle, keeping his eyes on hers. He watched as she removed her armor, one piece at a time. Then she crawled up over him.
Shit.
He tugged off his shirt and kicked off his sandals. She helped him with his pants. Though she was still fully clothed in her tunic, he was entirely naked, and she took him in hand.
He grunted, tilting back his head against the mattress.
“Eyes on me,” she instructed.
“Yes, Olerra,” he said.
“Good boy.” She bent down and licked him from shaft to tip.
“Fucking hell. If you do that again, I swear I won’t last.”
She harrumphed. “I thought you Brutes were supposed to be virile. Doesn’t that mean you recover quickly?”
His eyes heated. “Yes, we recover quickly, but not so quickly as to—”
She sucked the head between her lips.
“Dammit, Olerra.”
He could feel her smile around him, and he nearly came from that sensation and knowledge. The smugness emanating off her. His woman was sexy as hell.
She took him all the way to the back of her throat, without so muchas gagging, and he wondered what manner of apparatus she’d practiced on to be able to do this effortlessly. Was it another phallus from her kit? Gods, she’d be the death of him.
She toyed with him, just like when she fucked him with her fingers. She’d take up a rhythm, then pause to suckle the head or explore the underside of his shaft. He was going mad with need, which he suspected was exactly where she wanted him.
It was so good, but there was something he wanted even more. He needed her mouth free so he could hear the one thing that had been missing from their time together.
“Please, Olerra,” he begged. “Come up here.”
She drew her mouth off him entirely, and he whimpered at its absence.
She crawled up him until she straddled him. Then, slowly, she sat, taking him inside her.
He watched her face carefully, looking for any sign of pain, whether from him or her wounds. He could see nothing but ecstasy.
“Just a moment,” she said. He could feel her internal walls contracting around him, getting used to the feel of him. It was the most perfect fit. He couldn’t remember it feeling better.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m perfect,” she said.
“Then why—”
“Because I’m so close to coming, and I don’t want this to be over before it really even starts, so let me breathe a moment.”
