Page 79 of All's Fair in Lion and War
Those words.
The perfect words.
The words he’d resigned himself to never hear from her—or at least not for a very long time.
He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs and stared at her soft lips. All he could think about was tasting her—again. But this time he wouldn’t rush. He would take his time. He would worship every inch of her body until she couldn’t move.
He slipped one hand from her cheek to the back of her neck and pulled her closer.
She was trembling in his arms. Excited? Nervous? He couldn’t tell.
He could feel her breath on his face. Hear the pounding pulse of her heart matching his. And then they kissed. He wasn’t sure if he leaned down or if she came up. But their lips met in a tangled frenzy of wet heat.
She took hold of his shirt, pulling and tugging.
Her mouth moved against his, gentle and then harder and then gentle again. Then her tongue pressed against the seam of his lips, prodding and and teasing and begging for more.
The sounds that came from her throat were unadulterated pleasure. He wanted to hear her come again. Wanted to hear her scream as she crested and found her way to bliss.
He remembered her taste on his lips. The smell of her. The way he had ruled her body. Made her thrash and quake and cry out with delight.
They moved as one entity, going from the center of the room until he’d backed her against a wall.
His hands went to her ass, palming it, digging into her buttocks and pulling her closer. He ground his erection against her damp center. He could smell her arousal and he was rock hard.
He guided her legs up around his waist and she locked them around his ass.
The wall wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel her beneath him.
Saul moved them to the couch. Put a knee down and eased her onto the cushions. Then put a hand down beside her so that he could slowly lower his weight down onto her. They weren’t hurt any more, but the memory of his broken ribs made him go slower than he wanted. It would take a few days before he did anything full force.
He trusted the magick.
Trusted the healing. But the memory and pain of his recent injuries was still strong in his mind.
“Hey.” She looked up into his eyes. Hers were glittering with gold. Her lion was peeking out. “You good?”
She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer.
He lowered himself the rest of the way, giving her all his weight. He put an arm under her neck and reached down with his other hand to stroke along her waist and hip. A hungry growl rattled deep in his chest.
A replying purr vibrated from hers.
“I can’t even begin to describe how good I am.”
She giggled. A cute little laugh that made his stomach flip flop.
“What?”
“We haven’t really done anything yet.”
“Oh, but I have such plans. It might be days before we come up for air.” He grinned down at her and loved the blush that colored her face.
“As long as you promise to take breaks and feed me.” She wriggled her hips and he let a deep groan slip out of his throat. “You can do anything you want for as long as you want.”
“Deal.” He captured her mouth again, losing himself in her taste. In the dance between their tongues. “First these clothes have to go. And we’re moving to my bed.”
He stared down at her. She didn’t blink. No hesitation. She smiled up at him, a lazy happy-cat smile.
