Page 52 of Throne of Dreams
His cock surged to life. Ached for her. Throbbed for her. “You are the bane of my existence.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“As you should.”
He pulled his fingers out and she whimpered. He smothered it with a kiss. Her mouth opened readily for him, and she tasted of forbidden fruit, hidden secrets—all things dark and delicious. Her tongue was velvet against his own. His hands coasted up her body. Her abdomen, her breasts, to the necklace dangling between the valley of them, until his palms settled gently, firmly, around her neck. Her teeth sank into his bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but strong enough to make him want to fall to his knees before her.
She tugged on the buttons of his shirt and broke apart their kiss, only to say, “Why are you always fully clothed?”
Laughter rumbled from inside his chest. “An excellent question.”
Before he could think, all his clothes were gone, and his cock sprang free. He blinked. Her blouse vanished as well. Maeve had glamoured them off. His boots, pants, shirt, even the silk black shorts he wore as undergarments. They stood naked, wrapped in each other’s arms, consumed with one another, and everywhere her hands touched left him burning for her.
“Nicely done, Your Highness.”
Her misty, green-gray eyes sought his own. “Again, I learn from the best.”
Then her mouth was on him,everywhere.Her lips scorched his neck and shoulders. She planted a trail of hot kisses on every ridge of muscle across his stomach and all the way to the sensitive dip of flesh just beneath his waist. Her tongue licked and flicked, and his body coiled with tension. His blood pounded, echoing in his ears. His soul begged for her. But she took her time. Curious and cautious, she kept every touch featherlight, and it nearly shattered him. Her fingers explored his back, hips, and thighs. And when she got down onto her knees before him, he swore to the skies, to the heavens, to anyone who would listen, that he would die for her.
Maeve’s hand moved over the hardened length of his shaft and this time it was his head that rolled back, desperate for her to touch. To taste.
She trailed the tip of her finger along the five golden studs piercing him and when her pretty lips opened, and her tongue glided over the tip of his cock, it took every ounce of Tiernan’s self-control not to thrust himself down her throat.
“Is it okay if I kiss you here?” Her voice was hushed, like a whisper.
“Yes,” he ground the word out through clenched teeth. “Kiss. Lick. Suck. Just no biting.”
He glanced down and she smiled, the curve of it so feline and so perfectly female. “Yes, my lord.”
Fucking gods, he was going to die. And if this was the way he went, so be it.
She did exactly as he instructed. She kissed. Licked. Sucked. And she suckedhard.If he wasn’t careful, he’d come before her, and that was something he refused to do. He’d had every intention of moving slowly with her this time. Of worshiping her. Now all he wanted to do was bend her over a table and drive himself into her until she was screaming his name.
That smart little mouth was taking him deeper and faster, and as much as he hated to do it, he pulled himself out. She glanced up at him with glossy, wet lips and he scooped her up into his arms before she could protest. He would not take her hard and fast again; he’d made that mistake the first time. No. She wanted him to sing to her and touch her, and that’s exactly what he was going to do.
Tiernan laid her down upon his bed and covered her body with his own. Her golden pink hair sprawled over his midnight pillow like the dying rays of the sun. Her breasts rose to greet him and she shifted her hips, spreading her legs so he could settle himself between them. While his fingers traced every swirling tattoo covering her body, he started to sing.
A song meant only for her.
“Eyes like the Lismore Marin,
She stole hearts, and it was more than
Any had seen in o’er a hundred of years.
She’s both moon and she’s sunlight,
And the stars, they will burn bright,
For her alone they will catch all of her tears.”
Tiernan kissed her lips,her legs, her stomach and shoulders. It was excruciating to watch her wiggle and writhe beneath him, but he was determined to take his time and savor every inch of her satin skin. He needed her to know, tounderstand, this was more than a casual bedding. He wanted to burn himself into her memory, so every time she closed her eyes, she would know she belonged to him. He nudged her thighs wider to make room for his broad shoulders, and this time when he sank two fingers deep inside her, he suckled at her clit. Her hips bucked, but he held her down and a broken sob escaped her.
Tiernan shifted, brought himself directly over top of her, and whispered along her cheek, “Cry for me.” Maeve shuddered and it was then he saw the misty sheen in her eyes. “Beg for me.”
“Please, Tiernan.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders, held onto him like she was about to fall apart. “Please.”
“As you wish.”
