Page 16 of Taste of Thorns
“Seems I’m as sweaty as you now.”
I spin around in his arms and wrap my own around his neck. I kiss him. My body tingles with my two recent orgasms, that strange new sensation – my magic? – buzzing in my veins. I feel alive. And, yes, maybe even happy. “I guess you’re going to have to join me for that shower, then, huh?”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He chuckles, scooping me up again and walking me straight into the giant cubicle.
He clicks his fingers and a torrent of heavenly warm water comes raining down onto our heads. It’s scented and colorful bubbles float out from the water.
He kisses me some more, as the warm water slides over our faces and our bodies and I can’t help smiling against his mouth.
He must feel it, because he leans back and peers down at that smile.
“Your smile is beautiful too. Fucking radiant. You should smile more, Kitten.”
“I haven’t exactly had a lot to smile about.”
He cocks up an eyebrow.
“Two orgasms not enough to make you smile, huh?”
“I am smiling, aren’t I?” I laugh.
“We could always go for a third. And a fourth,” he suggests, his eyes shining with wickedness.
“Oh no, I don’t think I could.”
But I should know Dray Eros is never going to turn down a challenge like that.
He places me down onto my feet and then he’s pushing me against the tiled wall and drops down onto his knees.
Before I can protest again, his face is buried between my thighs and his mouth is already doing crazily wicked things to my clit.
The water continues to splash down on us. Running down his long platinum hair and his broad back. He has my legs pinned open and seems oblivious to the water running over his face. I wonder how the hell he can actually breathe.
But that’s my last sane, coherent thought, because soon everything in my head is scrambled by the way he’s licking and flicking at me with his tongue.
My legs seem to dissolve away and I’d be a puddle on the shower floor, swirling towards the drain, if he didn’t have me restrained against the wall.
I screw up my eyes and cry out again and again, writhing against the slippery tiles.
“Nearly there, Kitten,” he says against me. “Nearly there.”
He flicks me brutally hard with his tongue and everything sparks inside me.
“Stars!” I groan, trying to find purchase against the tiles.
“That’s three, Kitten. Shall we go for the fourth?”
I peer down at him, blinking up at me through the water and shake my head feebly. I’m wrecked. Boneless, my limbs jello, my brain mush.
“Oh, come on, where’s the fun in that!” And he’s back there, this time all his attention directed at my pussy as he licks around and around the entrance, dipping his tongue in and fucking me there, soothing away the sting from where he fucked me earlier. Every now and then he deviates, to plant a gentle kiss against my clit, but I’m wound so tightly now, even that little action is enough to have me sobbing and begging him to make me come again.
The fifth kiss, long and lingering, has his face contorting in concentration but his eyes bright and dancing. It tips me right over the edge into oblivion. My vision disappears completely and I slide down the wall, meeting him on the floor.
“I reckon you could probably go for more, six, seven, even eight.”
“No,” I say sternly, like I’m talking to a misbehaving puppy dog and not a full-grown shifter. “You’ve wrecked me. I am destroyed. I won’t be able to walk straight for the rest of the day.”
“Perfect. You can spend the day here then, in my bed with me. We have a day off after all.”
