Page 55 of A Heart of Crimson Flames
She shook her head. “This will just be one more thing you regret in the morning.”
“Or is it somethingyou’llregret?”
“I don’t regret anything.”
“If I do, I’ll deal with it then. Because right now, I don’t care.”
Her eyes widened with intrigue, the dark hair falling across her brow. “What?”
“I don’t care anymore,” I said. “I want you right now and I don’t want to think about the world and our mating bond and forever. I want you to touch me. I want my body to belong to you again.”
Her smile turned wicked. “And if this once again ends in tears?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I cut in. “Who cares if I cry afterward—you certainly don’t. You want all of me? Have it. Fuck me.”
She cocked her head, lust morphing her face. “You’re starting to sound a lot like me, Princess.”
“And you love it, mate,” I purred, watching her smile widen as I prowled closer, stopping when my skirt brushed the leather of her trousers. “So are we just going to stand here, or—”
Maez’s hands shot out and she grabbed me by the waist. Stumbling backward toward the bed, she hastily sat, yanking me into her lap. Her mouth collided with mine, barely having time to close her smiling lips before our teeth knocked together. She moaned against my mouth as her hand skimmed up my leg and squeezed my bare ass. She was so damned pleased with herself.
So was I.
I rocked against her, enjoying the friction of her rough leathers as her tongue explored my mouth.
“I fucking love your body,” she said, hands roving up and down my curves as if they couldn’t decide where to settle. “I love every dip and curve and dimple.”
Her kiss was so deep and all-consuming that every other fear drifted to the back of my mind. As she kissed her way down my neck and started kneading my breast with her rough fingers, I threw my head back.
“Yes,” I whispered like a prayer to the Moon Goddess high above us.
There was not a shred of doubt in me now. I wanted this. I wanted her. Desperately.
“Briar.” She groaned against my lips, balling handfuls of my dress in her grip and guiding my hips against her.
I loved the way she said my name, like she spoke to the deepest part of me, the part beyond the roles we played, just one soul to another, however dark and twisted—it was just her and me now.
Maez leaned back, dropping into the soft pillows behind her. Her tight grip on my hips guided me forward farther and farther until I was straddling her head. I gasped, rising up on my knees, afraid I was going to be too rough with her. But her grip just tightened on me, and she pulled me down against her open mouth.
I cried out as her tongue lapped at my clit. The feeling from this position was so overwhelming I keeled forward, needing to grip onto the headboard to keep from shattering.
My thighs trembled trying not to suffocate Maez as her tongue lashed over my sex, but she was having none of it.
“Sit.” Maez pulled me down against her mouth harder until I was well and truly riding her. “I want to drown in you.”
A gasping moan escaped my lips at her heated command. And damn if I didn’t want to drown in her, too, to lose myself so fully within her that all I could feel wasus. The ending and the beginning. Shredding to ribbons every barrier between us, tearing down the last vestiges of doubt until we were consumed by an equal power everlasting.
A deep groan pulled from my lungs as I dropped my forehead against the upholstered headboard, biting into the fabric to keep myself anchored as Maez worked my clit. My whole body pulsed with pleasure as she sucked my swollen bud into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, feasting on me as if I was her last meal on this earth. I felt weighted down with lead and featherlight all at once, the only thing holding me to the world was her mouth on my body.
I started moving against her, rolling my hips, pushing harder, bolder as I chased my pleasure. Her hands kneaded my ass, encouraging each movement. When she moaned against my throbbing sex, I came, a fierce orgasm tearing through me and I screamed around the fabric gagging my mouth. It was so world-shaking that every cell in my body felt like it ruptured into fizzing wine, melting like candle wax until I was nothing but sensation.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me until I was shuddering, my muscles still beyond my control. My high-pitched gasps slowly ebbed to deep lungfuls of air as I tried to find my way back down into my body and my mind.
It had never been like that before. It had been good—Gods, had it been good—but this was something else, something sacred, something so consuming that it eclipsed anything else.
I crumpled forward, dropping on top of Maez. I propped my chin on her chest to look at her as she wiped my release from her lips with a wolfish grin. I wasn’t crying, I wasn’t running. I was here, and if she didn’t want to kiss the top of my head and hold me, then I didn’t care. I would hold her. I would be everything I needed.
I held her gaze, wanting to see the impact of my words as I said, “I will never regret that.”
