Page 154 of By the Moonbeam and the Mist
Without taking his gaze off me, he unclipped it and threw it to the side, where it landed with a thump on the floor that got drowned in the next roar of thunder from outside.
That wretched heat writhed and squirmed in my core as his fingers moved further up and grabbed my underwear, sliding them off with smooth precision and tossing them aside as well.
The lower half of my dress still covered everything that pulsed and ached for him, though, and when he just stood there, towering over me while I lay on my back, I almost screamed.
“Steeler, if you don’t touch me right now, so help me God…”
“I’m just curious.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “Do you still gasp when I do this?”
He placed a hand on each of my knees and yanked them apart.
A gasp tore through me.
He grinned with all the wickedness and humor I’d come to love.
“Do you still curl your toes when I do this?”
Moving his hands up my legs, he shifted the dress upward until I was completely exposed to him before shifting his thumbs to my clit.
I just barely managed to resist crying out, but my toes… they curled. My back arched at the delicious hint of touch, desperate formore. More pressure, more movement, morehim.
“Do you still make the same sounds when I do this?”
I watched through a daze as Coen Steeler sank to his knees on the coffee table before me and spread me wider, wider, wider, until he was eye level with that most yearning, aching, desperate part of me.
“So beautiful,” he repeated, and caught my eye for an instant. “Every piece of you, Rayna.” Then his attention flicked back down, and he smiled with those fangs on full display.
By the moonbeam and themist.
The thought that he wasthat close. That he was just staring at me with such wonderment and possession and hunger andferocity…
“We can stop whenever you want,” Steeler said, his breath hot against me. “No matter what, if you want me to stop, if you change your mind, you say so. Okay?”
I nodded.
He yanked down my legs to repeat, “Okay? I need to hear that pretty voice of yours say it out loud, Rayna.”
“O-okay,” I gasped. “Okay.”
Then I flung my head back and closed my eyes.
“This is what I would have done to you if I had won our bet,” I heard Steeler say.
Just before the warmth of his mouth sank into me.
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Amoan fluttered out of my throat.
Steeler’s fangs dragged down my clit, his tongue gliding down my entrance and back up again with a brutality that had my hips rolling forward against their will, wanting more, more, more…
He raised his head before it could reach a crescendo. When I opened my eyes briefly, it was to find him staring down at me with lips that already glistened from how wet he’d made me.
“You taste even better than I remember,” he said, eyes blazing with the reflection of the fire. “But you’re holding back.”
Of course I was holding back. Mere months ago, I’d wanted to drive into him with a knife. Now, he was driving into me with his tongue, and I was scared to let myself enjoy it too much.
