Page 70 of Queen of Whispers and Mist

There was no embarrassed squirm or virginal flush. Instead, Shadow held his gaze and shifted so she could remove her clothes. She started with her borrowed shirt and a scrap of lace he almost asked her to put back on. Pulling both over her head, she tossed them to the side, then lowered herself back down and began working at the fastenings of her pants.

“I might need your help with these,” she said, her lips curling into a siren’s seductive grin.

“I live to serve.” His fingers hooked into the sides of her damp leathers and peeled them down her thighs. She lifted her hips to help him, and he nearly swallowed his tongue as her body was bared to him. From the pillowy mounds of her breasts with their dusky rose nipples to the toned slope of her belly and flare of her hips, she was perfection. Every inch of her.

“You undo me,” he rasped, hands trembling with the need to touch her.

Her answering smile was pure sin.

“Your turn,” she demanded as he tossed her boots and pants in the same general direction she’d thrown the rest of her clothes.

His shirt, or what was left of it, was barely more than rags. He tore it easily from his body and let it fall to the ground. His pants were a bit trickier, requiring him to get back to his feet so he could shove them off.

When he was finished, he raised to his full height, staring down at her splayed body as hungrily as she raked her gaze over his. She lingered on the heavy weight of his erection, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. He had to take himself in his hand and squeeze the base to keep himself from spilling then and there. But he wasn’t the only one affected. Watching the way her body responded, her nipples pebbling and a gentle flush stealing across her skin, he worked his palm up and down his shaft. A whimper escaped her, and she rubbed her thighs together, seeking the same friction he granted himself.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

“I think that’s supposed to be my line.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

“What if I want you to beg?”

She lifted her eyes to his, her breath hitching. “Please, Ronan.”

Unable to deny her anything, least of all his body, he knelt between her legs, positioning himself with his shoulders bracketed by her thighs.

“What are you doing?”

“What I’ve been dreaming about since the first time you held me at knifepoint.”

“Oh,” she breathed when he swept his tongue along her seam with an approving rumble.

He repeated the move, this time sinking two of his fingers inside her tight sheath and sucking on the swollen bundle of nerves at the top.

“Stars,” she panted, thighs clamping hard on either side of his head.

Ronan grinned and then really went to work, varying the pressure and intensity of every suck, lick, and teasing bite, depending on her reactions. It wasn’t long before he’d mastered a combination that had her shuddering beneath him, her moans desperate and the fingers laced through his hair gripping tight.

“Darkness above, Ronan. Stop playing with me.”

He peeked up at her, smirking. “Do you want to come, kitten?”

“Yes!”

“Shall I use my mouth?” He feathered a kiss over her dripping center. “Perhaps my fingers?” He curled the two fingers still inside her. “Or do you think you’re ready for my cock?”

Her lips parted in a soft ‘o’, and his smile stretched.

“I told you talking doesn’t ruin it.”

“Ro—” Her exasperated groan tapered off as his thumb circled over her clit.

“I’m waiting.”

“Cock,” she panted. “Stars, I need you inside me, Ronan. Now.”

“Thank fuck.”

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