Lord of the Abyss - By Nalini Singh Page 0,55

sipped. Hot and dark but with a delicate feminine musk that intoxicated senses still sensitive after the visitation of the curse.

The reminder made him frown, lift his head from his exploration of Liliana's sweetness. "Was I terrifying?" He didn't scent fear on her, needed to make certain it didn't linger in her blood.

"What?" It was a breathless word.

"When the curse came upon me?" He caressed her with his fingertips, deciding that next time, he'd have her on her back in bed, so he could spread her more fully, see everything he tasted. It would be good. She was so soft and flushed and pretty.

For him.

His smile was probably very uncivilized.

Liliana went as if to rise, but he stopped her by the simple expedient of stroking her with his tongue once more. Trembling, she held her position. "You were terrifying," she said. "But you were rather beautiful, too."

He liked that answer, liked that she'd seen both beauty and danger in him. What he liked even better was that when he reached down and rubbed his finger on that little nub at the apex of her thighs at the same time that he kissed her long and deep in her most secret place, she made a hotly feminine sound before her body clenched and grew even more slick for him. Lapping up the proof of her pleasure, he inserted a finger inside her again.

"Micah!"

Tiny muscles clenched on his finger over and over again as tremors shook her frame. Pleased, he stroked his hand over her hip until she stopped trembling. "No, Lily," he murmured when she would've pulled away. "I'm not done."

He'd never had a woman, never wanted any of the silly village creatures so rank with fear. After a while, that part of him had seemed to go to sleep, leaving him the perfect Guardian, cold and without need of any kind. Then had come Liliana. A woman who looked at him as if he was wonderful, told him fantastical tales and filled his castle with laughter. He wanted to lick and suck and bite at her until he knew her every pleasure point, her every sensual weakness. "I like the taste of you."

"Micah, if you - " A short scream as he covered her with his mouth again.

This time, he decided to try little flicks and licks using his tongue, rubs with his thumb and sucks with his mouth. Lifting away his lips when she began to buck against him, he played his finger through her slickness before sliding it inside...then adding another. Quivering, she gasped, but didn't ask him to stop. So he pumped his fingers, slow and deep and again. Her body clamped down on his, tight as a fist. Tighter.

His cock surged.

Feeling her spasms subside into shuddering aftershocks, he withdrew his fingers and pulled her down to sit on his lap, ensuring her nakedness met the pulsing rigidity of his own. Soft and wet, she tensed, then folded back against him, boneless. "I gave you much pleasure, Lily."

He saw her lips curve up at the corners as she lay with her eyes closed, her head against his shoulder. "You sound quite satisfied with yourself."

"I am." Reaching forward, he pulled up her dress, ignoring the small attempt she made to slap away his hands. "I like looking at you," he murmured, and her hands dropped. When he'd exposed her thighs, a paler shade than the honey-brown of her skin where the sun had caressed it, he put his hands on them. It made her shift on him, causing his arousal to nestle more snugly into the hot, wet place between her thighs.

His hands clenched on her, his head dropping back.

The feel of it was so raw, it took him long moments to realize Liliana had gone motionless. "Micah?" Her hand closing over his. "Will you come inside me now?"

"No." He wanted to try this first. "Move on me, Lily," he whispered, nuzzling at her throat.

He saw color tinge her skin, but she didn't deny him, sliding along his hard flesh in small, sensual movements that made his arousal throb. Groaning, he shifted his hands up to close over her breasts. She gasped, her nipples tight points against his palms through the dress, but didn't stop the hot little movements of her body over his cock.

Hands tightening on her breasts, he buried his face in her neck and urged her to speed up with harsh murmurs against her skin. When she did, pleasure shot a lightning bolt through his