Page 141 of Clash of Storms
Sirius broke from her skin and grinned at her. "Are you ready?"
"For what?"
Dragging her drawers down her slender legs, he settled between her thighs. "For this."
Holding her thighs wide, he lowered his mouth to her aching flesh.
Malin cried out in a mixture of shock and pleasure, her hips arching off the furs. The slick wetness of her desire melted over his tongue. Delicious. He lapped at her with slow, torturous strokes, tracing small circles around her sensitive bud.
The second her fingers curled in his hair he gave a growl of approval.
Yes.
Malin gave herself wholeheartedly over to pleasure, despite the creeping pink stain that crawled up her throat at such blatant intimacies. Every soft gasp he wrung from her lips made hisdrekigrowl with pride. She was trembling, begging, pleading.Too much, she cried.
Anything short of Heaven was not enough.
And so he buried his face between her thighs and pursued her pleasure with a relentless intent to ruin her. Pinning her thighs beneath his forearms, he spread her with his thumbs and devoured her.
"Sweet. Merciless. Goddess," Malin breathed, arching and writhing beneath him.
The tremor that ran through her shivered beneath his tongue.
"Please. Oh,please."
So close. The edge shivered through her. Sirius retreated until only the faint, teasing flicker of his tongue kept her on the edge, prolonging the sensual torture. Malin's spine arched, her fingers clenching in his hair. He watched as she threw her head back, her lips parted, and her breath arresting in her lungs. There was nothing better than the sight of her face on the verge of pleasure.Mine. All mine.
"Come,"he told her.
And then he suckled hard.
The spasm wracked through her as if she'd been struck by lightning.
Malin cried out, and then pleasure was exploding through her veins like a supernova. Caught in the link with her, he felt it send them both spinning until his cock felt like a battering ram in his pants. He had to disentangle his senses or risk spilling himself.
And as pleasurable as that would be, he wanted to be inside her when he came.
Sirius lifted his head as Malin collapsed in a mess of silk, breathing hard. He'd never been so satisfied with himself.
"Still alive?" he teased, rising up over her and wiping his mouth.
Malin lay panting in absolute surrender, her lashes fluttering over her dazed eyes. Heat flared in those dark depths at the words. Then she slid her hand behind his nape and hauled him down for a sloppy kiss. Their tongues clashed, and he knew she could taste herself on her lips.
"Barely," she whispered, drawing back to catch her breath.
"If you can still think, then clearly I haven't succeeded."
"What do you intend? Complete and utter devastation?"
"For a start." His voice roughened as he nibbled at her jaw. "I want you boneless with pleasure. I want your throat hoarse from screaming my name. I want every inch of my skin imprinted upon yours until you barely recall another male's name."
"My arrogant, territorialdrekiprince," she purred, stroking her fingers along his jaw. "You already own my heart. What more do you want?"
"Your soul."
He captured her fingertips and bit them.
"As intriguing as that sounds, you're not the only one who wants to devastate."
