Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(119)

The night before when he’d been tasting me, he’d been very slow and careful, simply pressing the flat of his tongue against me and barely moving for most of the time. Tonight, it seemed he’d decided to take a more direct approach.

He licked me, long and slow and hard, starting at the bottom of my slit and dragging his tongue up to the very top of my cleft, making me jump and moan with each long, deliberate lick.

I hadn’t thought I could stand direct contact to my throbbing clit but Laish proved me wrong with each stroke of his tongue. Maybe it was because his tongue was so much softer than any hand or fingers could be or maybe it was just because I was so incredibly aroused from the way he’d kissed me and sucked my nipples for so long. For whatever reason when I felt his hot, wet tongue dragging over my swollen folds and sensitive nub, I didn’t jerk away or feel like it was too much. To the contrary, it felt just right—so right I would have come right away if Laish hadn’t pulled back.

“What…what are you doing?” I gasped, looking down at him. “I was getting close…really close.”

“I know you were, mon ange, but if we are to break the barrier, we must save your orgasm for last,” he murmured.

I saw the truth of what he said but I couldn’t help being disappointed. My whole body was attuned to his touch—aching to find the sweet release I craved. But I couldn’t have that—not yet.

“All right,” I said, taking a few deep breaths to try and regain control. “Now what?”

His eyes were half-lidded. “It occurs to me that while I have tasted the outer part of your *, I have never penetrated you with my tongue. Perhaps we should see if that has any effect on the barrier.”

“We…we should?” I bit my lip, feeling nervous all over again.

“I think so. Why, does the idea of my tongue buried in your sweet little cunt make you uneasy, mon ange? Do you fear to open yourself and let me tonguef*ck you?”

I caught my breath at his dirty words. Goddess, I loved when he talked like that—especially when he looked at me with those hot, half-lidded eyes burning with lust at the same time.

“No,” I said, taking him up on his challenge. “No, I…I’m not afraid.”

“Good. Then you won’t mind if I do this.” He rose for a moment and grabbed one of the pillows beside me on the bed. Then he fitted it under my bottom, elevating me, making me even more open for him.

“Laish…” I protested halfheartedly.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “I thought you were not afraid.”

“I’m not,” I said, my voice shaking only a little. After all, he’d had his fingers inside me and he was shortly going to have his shaft inside me too, if this didn’t pay the debt. It was just that this act felt so personal…the idea of his tongue sliding into my * was so intimate.

“It is intimate, mon ange,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on my inner thigh. “That is what makes it so pleasurable. Knowing that you trust me enough to open yourself completely—to let me taste you to your very core. Gods, it makes my shaft hard just to think of it!”

Knowing that this turned him on so much made it easier for me to relax. I loved how into tasting me he was—how much it seemed to arouse him.

“Of course it arouses me,” Laish growled softly, clearly catching my thought. “The idea of pressing my mouth to your sweet cunt…of giving you such a deep and intimate kiss…of bringing you pleasure and lapping away your sweet honey as it flows over my tongue as you moan and buck against me—nothing could be more arousing.”

“Do it then,” I whispered, spreading my thighs a little wider. “Do it to me, Laish. I…I want you to.”


I didn’t need to ask him twice. With a low growl of desire, he pressed his hot mouth to my open * and I felt the tip of his tongue probing gently around my entrance. He found it but took another moment to lap my throbbing clit before moving back down to slide into my channel.

I gasped when I felt his wet heat enter me. He seemed so hot—almost as if he would burn me but in a good way, if that makes any sense. I could feel him filling me, tasting me as deeply as he could and thrusting in and out, showing me exactly how he was going to f*ck me when the time came.

Because it was coming and I knew it. Though the feeling of his tongue inside me was incredibly arousing, I didn’t feel the familiar shimmer in the air and the barrier didn’t give way.

I did feel myself starting to get closer to the edge, though. Especially when Laish reached up to cup my breast and began tugging gently at my sensitive nipple.

“Oh…oh!” I gasped, arching my back. I was getting close again…so close… But before I knew it, Laish was drawing back, his mouth shiny and wet from my juices.

“Forgive me, Gwendolyn, but you know we cannot let you come yet.”

“I know,” I moaned, shifting on the bed. “But Goddess, Laish, I was so close.”

“You’re going to have to be close for a long time before you can let go, mon ange,” he murmured, kissing my throbbing * tenderly. “The more sexual energy you release, the greater the chance of breaking the barrier without me coming inside you.”

“All right,” I whispered breathlessly. “I know. So…now what do we do?”