Page 81 of Swift Wings Shadowed Heart
“I don’t either.”
That surprises me. Many men do. It’s a straightforward way to also avoid unwanted marriages or illegitimate children that could come back to haunt them.
“No matter,” he says, shaking his head. “I won’t leave here without getting a taste of you, Rhealyn.”
My name uttered in his deep voice sends a fresh wave of desire through me.
Without a word, he wraps his hands around my waist, picks me up, and sets me at the edge of the pool. Never breaking eye contact, he hooks his fingers around the waistband of my underwear and slides it down. I lift my backside to help him. He gives me a crooked, satisfied smile, then slips them all the way down and discards them. His gaze travels down my body. The heat between us grows. His eyes linger on my exposed breasts for a moment before moving lower, taking in every curve and dip. I feel myself blushing under his intense gaze, but at the same time, I love the way his eyes devour me, the way they add to the excitement and desire coursing through me.
He reaches out a hand and runs it along my inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine. I let out a soft gasp as he leans in closer, his lips kissing the top of my knee. His tongue swirls suggestively over my skin. A jolt of electricity spirals to my core. I take a deep breath and let out a small moan. He takes it as encouragement and kisses his way up my thigh, approaching the spot where I need him most. His hand travels up my other thigh in sync with his mouth. When he reaches the seam of my leg, he pushes, opening me wider.
“I’ve been wanting a taste of you ever since that night on that balcony,” he says.
Gently, his hand reaches between my legs, spreading me open. My heart races as he lowers his head and kisses the top of my mound. His warm breath teases my sensitive skin, making me shiver in anticipation. His index finger traces a path down my folds, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. He slowly slips a finger inside me, making me gasp and cling to his shoulders for support.
My hips start to move against his hand, seeking more of his touch. He adds another finger, curling them, hitting just the right spot that has me moaning uncontrollably.
“Please,” I whisper, unable to form any other words as pleasure consumes every part of my being.
He moves closer, his mouth hovering over my core. He whispers something I don’t understand before flicking his tongue over my clit. The sensation is volcanic, sending jolts of ecstasy through me. I close a fist around his hair, unable to control the sounds coming out of my mouth. His fingers continue their relentless pace inside me as he expertly works his tongue over my swollen bud.
I feel myself building up to an intense climax, but he senses it and slows down, teasing me with light licks and gentle caresses. He wants to prolong this moment, to savor every inch of my body before giving me what I want.
But I can’t take it anymore. I need it now.
“Please,” I beg.
He pulls away and looks at me from under his dark, glossy eyebrows. “I like that.” He slides his hands under my backside and lifts me a few inches off the pool’s edge. He holds me aloft as if he’s serving himself a delicious platter. He licks his lips. “What do you want?”
“I…”
“Yes?”
I shake my head, feeling a blush of shame. I’m not used to this.
“Just ask, and I’ll give you what you want,” he says.
“Please, Vaylen. Make me… climax.”
He lowers his mouth and his lips close around my clit. Immediate pleasure spreads through me. His tongue flicks, and I moan loudly, my voice echoing through the space. He continues to work his tongue over my clit, his fingers still moving inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I feel myself building up toward a climax once again.
“Do you want me to make you come?” he asks, his voice low and filled with desire.
“Y-yes,” I say breathlessly. “Please.”
He intensifies his movements, his tongue working even faster against my sensitive nub. His fingers curl and rub, hitting just the right spot that has me seeing stars.
I’m on the edge now, teetering between pleasure and release. Vaylen senses this and slows down once again, teasing me with gentle licks and kisses. What in all the hells?
I can’t take it anymore. “Please, I want you to make me come, Vaylen,” I beg again, the words falling easily now.
“Oh, yes. Good girl.”
One last time, he increases the speed and pressure of his tongue against my clit while simultaneously thrusting his fingers in and out at a rapid pace.
Pleasure builds and builds until it explodes into an intense orgasm that rocks my entire body. My back arches off the pool’s edge as waves of the most exquisite feeling wash over me.
Vaylen doesn’t stop until I’ve ridden out every last ripple of ecstasy. As I come down from my high, he gently lowers me back onto the water, nuzzling his face in my neck and shaking with his own need.
