Page 72 of Thief of Souls
An enormous hand splays over my ass, grinding me against him. Sensation shoots through me, stealing a gasp from my lips. “Careful, my love. Or maybe I’ll throw down my own challenge.”
“Mmm.” I kiss the words against his lips. “And what… might that… look like?”
Suddenly there’s a hand in my hair, and he rolls me onto my back. “Something like this.” His teeth sink into my breast, his hands slipping under my silken nightgown. “First to cry mercy.”
“Mercy?” I throw my head back and give a smoky laugh. “Have you met me?”
There’s a growl in answer, and then a heated laugh against my skin. “Oh, Zemira. You’re so brash right now. But you just took the leash off the dragon. Think you can tame him?”
He kisses his way down the center of my chest, hands parting the silk of my robe.
“I know I can,” I whisper, looking down the length of his spine and shivering.
Muscle ripples in his back. Keir looks up, amber eyes locking upon me as his hot mouth closes over my nipple. The lash of his tongue burns, the hot suction of his mouth lined up directly with something between my thighs. I arch into him recklessly.More.I want more. I want teeth and pain and pleasure and sin. I want him to ruin me.
The ache within is too intense to contain. Gripping fistfuls of his hair, I ride his thigh, desperately trying to demand more. Teeth rake over my nipple and then he simply fists the thin fabric of my chemise and tears it apart with a wet-seeming sound.
The second my other breast is free, his mouth closes over it.
“Keir,” I gasp, but he’s not finished yet.
He tears apart the entire chemise in slow jerks until it lies in two halves. I’m losing control of my glamor. The faintest of lights starts to glow beneath my skin.
“Pure starshine,” he whispers, kissing his way down my abdomen. Our eyes meet again. “No mercy. Just remember that, Mira.”
Slipping his thumbs under the edge of my drawers, he lures them down, seeking out the throbbing mess between my thighs. Lifting my hips, he draws my undergarments down my legs, and then he’s tossing them aside and returning with a vengeance. Splaying me wide, he dives between my legs like a man determined to devour an entire banquet.
No mercy.
Not even a single word of warning.
He goes after me as if he’s spent weeks, months,yearsdreaming of this moment and he’s not about to waste a single moment more.
The hot lathe of his tongue swipes up my entire slit, even as he pins my thighs down.Fuck. My eyes go wide as pleasure shocks through me. The gravelly rasp of his stubble on my inner thighs provides the bite of pain, but it’s the way his tongue delves inside me in some defiant parody of the way he kissed me that sets me alight.
Keir groans, and then he’s kissing his way into my wet, swollen flesh. Thrusting his tongue inside me, then dragging it up, flickering it over the bud of my clit. Pushing me toward that edge as if he intends to throw me off it without giving me a single chance to breathe.
I scream as he shoves a hand flat against my abdomen, forcing my spine to flatten. I want to grind myself against his mouth, but I’m not in control here. He is.
“Beg me, Mira.” It’s a hot breath against wet flesh. “Beg me for release.”
Never.The defiance lights through me, but then, hot on its heels is the thought: What the fuck am I fighting him for?
“Please.” I moan, grabbing shameless fistfuls of his hair and arching against him.
His tongue stabs into me again, teasing, torturing. He knows where I want it. “More.”
“Please. Oh, fuck.Please!”
He finds my clit and suckles it into his mouth, even as he drives two fingers into me.
There is no warning.
I simply shatter like a thousand radiant stars. Heat and ecstasy. Burning so hot I’m going supernova. White light fills the room.Me.I’m glowing, until I can see the shadow of Keir between my outthrust legs. The force of climax arches my spine obscenely, until I’m screaming his name, even as he thrusts and kisses and bites and licks at me.
There is no mercy.
Collapsing against the mattress, I beg now for relief. “Stop. Stop! Oh, gods!Keir.”
