Song of Blood & Stone (Earthsinger Chronicles #1)(44)

He kissed the shell of her ear, her jaw, her chin. “I will show you, if you will show me.”

“Show you what?” she whispered as his tongue tickled her neck.

“Your secrets.”

“I haven’t any secrets.”

He focused on her other ear, tugging on her lobe with his teeth. She shivered, the tiny motion sending a spark all the way to her toes.

“Your body begs to differ.” He stood, lifting her easily. After she settled on her feet, he leaned in for another endless kiss. Molten longing pooled between her legs.

“There is sylfimweed in the kitchens, I trust?” she asked.

“I should think so with the number soldiers I reprimand for being found sneaking out of storerooms with maids.” He placed a hand on her belly. The thought of having his child was not something she could entertain in the moment. Yet another fanciful idea to quell. She would go to the kitchens in the morning to obtain the herb.

Jack frowned as he pressed against her stomach. Thinking of half-breed bastards, no doubt. Before she could reassure him that she had no such designs, he kneeled and placed a kiss over her navel through her dress. She froze. He reached down to the hem of her dress, then slid his hands underneath to caress her ankles and legs. Her breath hitched. She needed the damnable dress off. Now.

Fumbling with the strap wrapped around her bosom, she found the end and gave it a strong tug, causing most of it to unravel. Jack watched with rapt attention as the dress loosened and eventually gave way, leaving her top half bare and only a thin silken slip covering her bottom half.

Hot with undiluted desire, his eyes traveled up her body to meet hers. Never breaking their locked stare, she walked backward to the four-poster bed overtaking the room and sat facing Jack. He still kneeled by the fireplace, staring at her. What would it take to snap him out of it? Inspiration struck, and she ran a hand over her breast, mimicking one of the women from the magazine. Jack’s soft gaze snapped to attention, and he stalked over to the bed.

She crawled back until she hit the pillows, then lay down, her legs barely spread apart. Jack prowled in her direction like a cat ready to pounce. He grasped one leg, tugging it to the side, mirrored the movement with the other leg, and then crawled between them.

A shiver rippled through her as he caressed her legs, hands sliding under her slip, running up her thighs, pulling the material up to her waist.

“No knife?” He sounded disappointed.

“It didn’t match the dress.”

The silky scrap of underwear Nadal had provided for her was all the protection she had from his thumbs as they ran up and down her opening. He kissed her once there, through the fabric, before moving his tongue up her stomach to circle her navel. The anticipation of feeling him inside her swelled.

He worshipped her body with his tongue, pressing kisses every place he could reach. Hands on the curves of her bottom, he spread her legs wider, settling his weight between them. When he finally reached her breasts, Jasminda feared she was in danger of passing out from all the sensations. Kneading a breast while his tongue went to work on the nipple, circling and sucking on it, he then moved to the rounded flesh to kiss and caress. His other hand rubbed her through her panties, creating a wet spot where her juices overflowed.

Jasminda arched up, wanting more but at the same time longing to touch him, too. She freed her arms from her sides and slid her hands down his back, digging her nails into his flesh when he did something particularly delightful with his tongue or fingers.

The panties had to come off. Jack’s head popped up, focused on the material sliding down her legs before she kicked them away. She reached for the front of his trousers but stopped, perplexed at how to undo them.

He grinned and showed her the buckles and buttons, easing them off along with his drawers. Kneeling above her, completely naked, he cradled his thick penis in his hand. She sat up, enthralled with the sight of him. She reached out for it, stroking his length. His eyes closed on a hissed breath. Jasminda loved learning him, changing the pressure and monitoring his reaction as she squeezed and caressed.

With a low rumble in his throat, he pulled away and came to rest on top of her, bringing his face close to hers. He was settled at her entrance but made no move to go further. Just cupped her face and kissed her silly once again. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to keep going, go all the way. She just wanted more of him, all of him inside her the way she’d dreamed.

He eased a hand between their bodies and stroked her, sliding silkily through her wetness. He continued, probing deeper, and she tried to widen her legs even more. Finally, one finger worked its way inside her. She bucked and wriggled beneath him, wanting more, and he chuckled softly before inserting another finger and working them in and out of her, sliding deliciously.

She moaned when his thumb circled her most sensitive area. He kissed and caressed her, creating an amazing buildup of longing and desire. She teetered on the precipice, overwhelmed by what was coming when he pulled out his hand.

Gasping at the loss, she looked up at him, wide-eyed. He positioned himself once again at her entrance, his expression seeking approval.

“Jack,” she cried. “Please.”

With the permission granted, he eased himself into her. A sharp, stinging sensation accompanied the feeling of being stretched wide. She strained as he pushed further inside her and focused on his face inches from her own. The discomfort was expected, and tempered in large part by her excitement.