Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(52)

“It was amazing,” I admitted in a low voice. “I never thought…I mean, you hear about it…read about it…watch it in movies…but nothing compares to the actual experience. The actual pleasure.”

“Pleasure that you gave to yourself,” he reminded me, smiling. “Pleasure you can duplicate again and again…now that you know how.”

“I, uh…” I felt my cheeks heating up. “I sort of want to duplicate it now. I mean, that was amazing but I still want more.”

“Understandable—you have many long, hungry years to make up for.” Laish captured my mouth in a soft, hot kiss. Then he pulled back a little and looked into my eyes. “But this time, you will not be touching yourself,” he murmured.

“What do you mean?” I felt my heart, which had begun to slow to a normal rhythm, begin to pound again.

“I mean that it is my turn, Gwendolyn. My turn to touch you and make you come.”

This time he sat back against the headboard and made me straddle him.

“I want to watch your face when you come, mon ange. Want to see it in your lovely green eyes when you lose control.”

The new position caused my swollen * to spread wide for him and he growled softly in approval when he saw how hot and wet I still was. It was both embarrassing and arousing to be face to face with him when he cupped my sex, his long fingers circling expertly around and around my clit as he looked into my eyes.

“It occurs to me that I have not penetrated you yet.” His long fingers stroked teasingly around the entrance to my *. “Do you fear to let me touch your maiden barrier?”

“I, uh, don’t have one.” I felt my cheeks getting warm. “I lost it riding a bike when I was a kid.”

“Ah…” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Then there is nothing to stop me from doing this.”

Slowly, two long, strong fingers slid into me. I gasped and then moaned softly as I felt him press against the end of my channel.

In me—he’s actually inside me! a panicked little voice at the back of my head shouted. But the pleasure I felt from his fingers filling me more than overpowered it.

“Laish,” I whispered. “Goddess…”

“As before, there is only me, mon ange.” He sounded amused and aroused at the same time. “Do you like the feeling of my fingers inside you? Inside your soft little cunt?”

As he spoke, he began to stroke gently in and out of me, pressing deep in a way that made me moan and writhe on his lap.

“I…yes,” I admitted, unable to lie. “I know I probably shouldn’t, but I do—it feels so good.”

“It can feel even better, you know,” he murmured, his ruby eyes lazy with lust. “I wonder how you will like having my tongue inside you, when I taste your sweet * for the first time?”

“Having your…what…what do you mean?” His words caused a whole new level of tension and fear and lust to open up inside me.

“Do not fear,” Laish murmured. “We will not go so far tonight. But as greater and greater sins are required to move through the Infernal levels, it may soon become necessary.”

“But I don’t know if I want you to…to do that to me,” I protested. “And you shouldn’t have to just to, you know, get us through to the next level.”

“Do not misunderstand me, Gwendolyn.” His eyes blazed. “I do not do these things with you only because of necessity. It will be both a privilege and a pleasure to tease your little * to orgasm with my tongue. To taste your sweet juices right from the source.”


“You really want to…to taste me?” It wasn’t like I hadn’t heard of oral sex before—I wasn’t a kid, after all. But I’d gotten the idea from girlfriends that it was something most guys only did out of a sense of obligation. One of my friends in college had summed it up as, “Two quick licks before he sticks.” So it was hard to believe that Laish was really looking forward to it. But the hot, hungry look on his face told me he was telling the truth.

“Most assuredly I want to taste you, mon ange. I can barely wait.”

Holding my eyes with his, he withdrew the fingers he’d been thrusting into me and lifted them to his face. He inhaled deeply at first, as though savoring my scent. Then he slipped them into his mouth, sucking and licking as if trying to get every last drop of my honey.

Guilt and lust burned through me in equal measures.

Oh Goddess, I shouldn’t be watching this…shouldn’t be imagining what it would be like to let him do that to me! But I couldn’t help it—though I knew it was dangerous and wrong, I still wanted it…wanted him. Once more the little voice in the back of my head tried to warn me of danger and once more I pushed it away. I didn’t want to hear it now…I just wanted to concentrate on Laish. To hear what he was telling me and feel what he was doing to me.

I bit my lip as he sucked his fingers clean and slowly withdrew them from his mouth.

“So you really…really like it?”

“I love it. You are delicious, Gwendolyn,” he growled softly. He reached between us and slipped his fingers inside me again for a moment, gathering moisture as I moaned. “See for yourself.” Lifting his hand, he painted my lips with my own juices, sliding his wet fingers over my mouth to make sure my lips were thoroughly coated.