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His praise sends a fresh wave of heat through me, my hips rocking helplessly against his mouth. He groans, the vibration making me whimper, and then he pushes a thick finger slowly inside me, only one, curling it just so while his tongue neverstops circling my clit. The stretch burns, but it’s good, so good, the fullness makes me moan.
“That’s it,” he rasps, his voice rough with hunger but still impossibly tender. “Take it, sweetheart. I know it’s your first time; I’ll be gentle. Just let me feel how tight you are.”
His finger moves, a slow drag in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue. My thighs shake, my hands fisting in the sheets. I’m so close. I can feel it building, tightening low in my belly.
“Fenric, I—I can’t!”
“Yes, you can,” he tells me, sucking softer now, encouraging me. “Come for me, Annie. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
I sob, my hands fisting in the linens. It’s too much!It’s not enough.
“That’s it,” he growls against my flesh. One arm wraps around my thighs, holding me still as his mouth and finger work me open.
“Come for me!” he commands.
And I do.
White heat crashes through me, my back bowing as I cry out. He drinks every drop, his groan vibrating through me, until I’m limp and trembling.
When he lifts his head, his lips glisten. He kisses my inner thigh, then crawls up my body, cradling my face. “Still with me?”
I nod, dazed. His hardness presses against my hip, and I blush, realizing. “You don’t…?”
Fenric smiles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Not tonight. You’ve done enough for me today,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead. “This was all about you. I only want to make you feel good.”
His warmth surrounds me as he gathers me against his chest. I melt into him, my fingers tracing idle patterns over hisskin as our breaths slow together. The adrenaline of the day begins to fade, and the last thing I remember is the warmth of his heartbeat beneath my ear, as sleep drags us both under.
Chapter Fourteen
Fenric
Iwake with the sunrise draped across my chest and Annie draped across everything else.
She’s curled against me, soft and warm, and smelling like crushed flowers andme, because I spent half the night mapping every inch of her with my tongue, learning the salt-sweet taste of her skin, the way she shivers when I drag my teeth over that spot just below her ear.
One leg is hooked over my hip, her thigh brushing where I’m already hard and aching for her again. Her arm is slung across my stomach, fingertips grazing the old scars from my past near-fatal stupidity.
Last night…fuck.If I’d known pretending to be mates would earn me the right to make her come apart like that, I’d have dropped to my knees for her the moment I saw her in that Gods-damned dress.
She stirs when I shift, lashes fluttering as she lets out a sleepy, satiated noise against my throat.
“I have to go,” I whisper into her hair, though every instinct snarls at me to stay buried inside her warmth. “The tournament waits for no Bull.”
Her eyes crack open, still hazy with pleasure and sleep, but sharpening fast. “You’renotsupposed to fight,” she says, voice rough in a way that goes straight to my cock. “Elda said—”
“Elda always has something to say,” I growl, rolling her beneath me in one smooth motion. She gasps, bare skin sliding against mine, and I kiss her deeply before she can protest, my tongue tracing hers. When I pull back, her lips are wet, her chest heaving. “But right now, I’d rather hear whatyousay.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Fenric.”
Gods, I love my name in her mouth. Especially when it sounds angry.
I smirk and drag myself away, ignoring the ache in my ribs as I reach for my clothes. Behind me, the sheets rustle. I glance over my shoulder and nearly lose my resolve.
She’s sitting up now, the blanket pooled around her waist, her hair a wild tangle of gold. The marks I left on her throat are dark against her skin.Mine.
“You’re so stubborn,” she mutters, but there’s no real heat in it. Not when her gaze keeps dropping to my bare chest.
I finish buckling my armor, then stalk back to the bed. She tilts her chin up, defiant, but her breath hitches when I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug just enough to make her lips part.
