Page 165 of A Crown of Tears and Treason
“Yes,” he hissed. “Come undone, Evie. Come for me. I want to drive you wild with desire.”
He was. He was bringing me closer and closer to a point I didn’t recognize, but my entire body tensed for.
Then he inserted a finger inside, lips sucking on me, and I was lost. The coil of tension that had been building inside me burst. My entire body trembled out of control as a sweet, freeing sensation raced from the tips of my toes right up into my brain. I felt weightless and unleashed. Pure pleasure shocked my brain, all my senses igniting.
My lips were moving and sounds were coming out, but I couldn’t recognize them. Except one. His name.
“Zandyr,” I moaned as my body flattened against the table, absolutely and deliciously spent.
“I love my name on your lips.” His darkened eyes were focused on me, as if he wanted to delve right into my soul. Hestraightened in his chair, a pure satisfied smile playing on his lips, as he licked them with a groan. “And I love your taste on mine.”
In a flash, I sat up and captured his lips with mine. We both moaned as our tongues danced together.
“A feast fit for a king,” he muttered as he leaned his massive frame over me. “Did you enjoy that?”
“That was…” There were no words to describe what had happened. But I settled on one. “Amazing. If I had known that’s how it felt–”
“Wait.” He stilled, eyes widening as his mouth hung slightly open. I’d never truly seen Zandyr surprised until now. A small part of me was delighted that I’d caught him off guard. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”
“I–” I gulped. “I lived in a cabin with my parents. The only touching under the covers I did was counting my ribs and rubbing my tired muscles.”
And that was all I’d needed to say, apparently, because he closed his mouth with a snap and nodded.
A lull settled between us, but it wasn’t the least bit tense. It was, gods help me, comforting. The way his palms softly kneaded my thighs in soothing, nonsensical patterns. How his eyes softened on me. I felt safe. I knew there was a big difference between us when it came to experience, but he was patient, and the wave of desire rushing from him never wavered for a moment.
“I understand,” he said. “I’m also going to ask you something. And you can always say no.”
“Go on.” After he’d made my body sing, I would agree to just about anything else he suggested.
“Do you want to practice? With me?”
Chapter
Fifty-Three
EVIE
My mouth went bone-dry. My body understood before my mind wrapped around the question and itadoredZandyr’s idea.
“What–what do you mean?”Exactly? Because it sounded very much like–
“I want to see you touch yourself,” Zandyr said.
Gods. I didn’t know I could redden even more. My skin suddenly felt too constricting. I wanted to squirm out of it, especially when Zandyr was looking at me with molten desire. His pupils had completely devoured the blue in his eyes as he watched me.
His fingers still traced circles on my skin. Patient. Waiting.
“Yes,” I said before I lost my courage.
A deep, primal part of me purred as soon as the word slipped from my lips.
The grin that grew on Zandyr’s face should have been illegal. Damn, how could he look so good? So confident and in control and focused only on me.
“Yes what, Evie?” Zandyr whispered in my ear, sucking on my earlobe.
My toes curled. “I…”
“Say it.”
