Page 32 of A Song of Saints and Swans
My vines.
With that request in mind, I started to pull my shirt over my head but paused when I noticed she was simply watching me, making no move to get undressed herself.
“Are you… sure about this, Anthia?”I hesitantly asked. “I only need to remove my shirt for my vines to come out, if that helps.”
Her gorgeous violet eyes narrowed. “If you think I’mnotexpecting to see you as naked as the day you were born, then you don’t know who you’re dealing with. Nowstrip.”
Yes, ma’am.
I smirked, but gladly obeyed, feeling the familiar heady rush of endorphins that came along with pleasing my goddess. When I’d completed my task, Anthia leaned forward, unapologetically taking me in with both her gaze and her touch.
She started by tracing my abs with the tips of her fingers—a featherlight sensation that was near torturous. My already rock-hard cock jumped when her breath ghosted over me, but I otherwise tried to remain as still as possible.
“No wonder you’re so arrogant,” she teased, glancing up with a smile. “You’re flawless.”
“Sculpted by the gods.” My voice was far too strained for arrogance, but I tried my best, even throwing in a wink for good measure.
She rolled her eyes before dropping her gaze to my aching cock. It was straining toward her—angry red and weeping precum. Still, I didn’t move a muscle.
I want her to trust me.
“Look howgoodyou’re being,” she cooed, her praise almost making my knees buckle. “Is this thick cock for me? Is it mine to play with?”
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “Everything I am is yours. Whatever pleases you, pleases me.”
She hummed in approval, dragging a single finger along my pulsing shaft, making me shiver. “Mmm… I like that. Because if I’m to become your consort, you won’t be warming anyone else’s bed except ours. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Anthia,”I rasped, dangerously close to coming from her attention alone. The need totouchher—to not only feel her skin on mine but replenish my fading energy—was almost blinding.
Behave for your goddess.
“Maybe I should sample the merchandise first,” she murmured, her tone cold and detached—just how I liked it. Lowering her hand, she cupped my balls, rolling them in her palm before lightly tugging, maddeningly aloof in her inspection as I fell apart.
Please…
A whimper escaped me, making her chuckle. “So needy,” she observed, blowing on my cock and making it twitch. “So desperate to get inside me, hmm?”
Please, please, please.
Her eyes snapped to mine. “No touching until I say.” Her tone was firm, but the slight waver beneath the surface betrayed her nerves.
My sweet survivor.
“Of course, Anthia,” I replied, burying the rage that flared up at the thought of everyone who’d made her afraid. “I’d never do anything without your permission.”
The swan held my gaze, taking a moment to assess my sincerity before opening her perfect mouth and swallowing me down.
“Fuck,”I choked out, clenching my fists to stop from burying my hands in her hair. The silky blonde curtain tickled my bare thighs as she pulled back, then took me deeper, the soft drag of her tongue making my eyes cross.
Sliding off my length with an audible pop, Anthia made a show of slowly licking her lips, savoring her prize.
“Anhel,please,” I sobbed, knowing how pathetic I sounded, but not giving a shit.
Her mouth on me had delivered a blast of energy straight to my dying source, but I needed more. I needed my angel to own me so completely that the only oblivion threatening my existence was the pleasure she gave.
Ignoring my plea, she stood and languidly removed her clothing, maintaining haughty eye contact as she did. I’d already been blessed with the sight of her naked—in Marena’s arms, no less—but this performance was solely for me.
An oasis to a dying man.
