Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(118)
At last he drew back, breaking the kiss and leaving me breathless. He seemed so big sitting beside me on the bed—so strong and imposing yet I knew his strength would only be used to protect me, never to threaten me. I felt safe with him, safe enough to bare my neck for him when he nuzzled me there with his mouth…safe enough to moan for more when he kissed and licked the sensitive column of my throat.
“I’ll give you more, mon ange,” he promised. “But slowly…we must not rush. I want you to enjoy your first time—and I wish to enjoy it with you.”
I wasn’t about to protest, especially when he kissed his way down my neck and chest and started licking my sensitive nipples.
“Laish…” I moaned softly as he sucked one into his mouth and nipped the tight peak gently, sending a tingle of pleasure/pain straight to my *. “Oh, Goddess…”
“The Goddess is not here,” he murmured, releasing me and looking up. “Neither are the Creator or the Destroyer. There is only you and me, mon ange, and tonight I intend to worship your body with my own…to treat our union as a holy sacrament.” He kissed my breast reverently
“Laish…” I whispered again. “That’s…beautiful.”
“You are beautiful, mon ange. And you deserve to be treated with love and respect—to feel completely at ease during your first time.”
“You’re doing a pretty good job of putting me at ease so far,” I admitted breathlessly, pressing my other breast towards him.
“I am glad. Mmm…” He cupped both breasts in his big, warm hands. “I love how dark your nipples are—like ripe berries. I can’t get enough of them.” He sucked my other nipple, lashing it with his tongue, then taking it as deeply into his mouth as he could.
The hot, wet pull against my sensitive peak made my * throb. I gasped and threaded my fingers through his hair as I shifted on the bed, unable to sit still during his sweet torture.
He seemed to like that because he moved to my right nipple again while twisting the left gently between his thumb and finger. I moaned appreciatively, thrusting my breasts out shamelessly to offer him greater access. I knew I shouldn’t act like this but I couldn’t help how good his hands and mouth felt on my body. And I wanted to enjoy myself—to enjoy this pleasure which was going to cost me so dearly in such a short time.
Laish seemed to spend forever on my breasts and nipples and I could feel my * getting wetter and wetter the whole time as I shifted and squirmed all over the bed, wondering when he would go further. Wondering when we would get around to the main event.
When at last he looked up from my breasts, I fully expected him to say it was time. I certainly felt like it was—I was wet and hot and ready to do what I’d been dreaming about for years.
But instead of getting on top of me or getting me onto my hands and knees like the vision I’d seen in the mirror, he slid off the bed and started to part my thighs.
“Wait a minute.” I tensed my legs, keeping them closed. “What are you doing? We already did this last night—there’s no way we can break the barrier by committing the same sin twice, is there?”
“This is not just about breaking the barrier to the last circle,” Laish murmured, looking up. “It’s about preparing you…and about tasting your luscious * one last time.” He licked his lips and kissed the top of my thigh, letting me feel the wet heat of his mouth. “Also, I need to make sure you’re wet enough to take me. What better way to to encourage your honey to flow and your * to open for me than by tasting your sweet cunt?”
As always, his dirty words turned me on more than I wanted to admit. Although I still felt a little self conscious about letting him do this, his clear enjoyment of it helped me relax and allow it.
“Well…” I let my thighs drift apart slowly. “I guess if you really want to…”
“More than anything.” Laish insinuated himself between my legs at once, his broad shoulders splitting me wide. “Gods, you’re already so wet, mon ange.”
Looking down, I saw that it was true. Last night, at least, I’d had the little white panties to help contain my moisture. Tonight I was bare and my * was swollen with need and shiny with my juices. So were my inner thighs—proving exactly how much I wanted him.
“Goddess…” Feeling incredibly self conscious about my body’s obvious reaction to Laish’s touch, I made a halfhearted attempt to close my legs.
He put his hands on my knees and held them open gently but firmly.
“Don’t be ashamed of your needs, Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “Your lust is beautiful to me. I love how wet you get.”
“It’s embarrassing,” I mumbled, feeling like my cheeks were burning.
“It’s beautiful,” he countered. “Not to mention incredibly hot. Now spread wide for me, my little witch, and let me lick you clean.”
Feeling like my heart was pounding in every part of my body at once, I did as he said. I still felt a little embarrassed but what else could I do? I had made a conscious decision to trust Laish and I wasn’t going to change it now.
Still, I couldn’t help writhing when I felt his hot, wet tongue dragging over the tender flesh of my inner thighs. Laish seemed to enjoy my reaction because he did it again and again, lapping my sensitive skin and sending shivers through my entire body. He really was licking me clean, just as he’d said he would—getting every drop of my honey off my thighs before turning his attention to my *.