Taming of the Beast (Scandalous Affairs #2) - Christi Caldwell Page 0,83
a giddy sense of joy for cheating death.
And yet, the moment Tynan had asked her if she knew what she was doing, putting the decision in this moment on her, she’d known this was all she wanted.
Her eyes closed, her breath coming in wanton little spurts, noisy ones that blended with the equally wicked wetness of his mouth as he kissed her there, in this most forbidden of acts.
But then, the apple, too, had once been forbidden and now was a succulent fruit to be enjoyed.
Faye tangled her fingers in Tynan’s dark locks and pressed him to that part of her that throbbed for him. And he obliged. Lord, how he obliged. He increased the speed with which he stroked her, alternately nibbling on her lips and tonguing her channel.
Faye moaned.
Never had she felt more alive. This acute sense of pleasure that had sparked to life, that now coursed through her, every nerve ending completely awakened and alert, contrasted so sharply with the threat of death she’d faced.
She had survived, and she wanted nothing more than to revel in the joy that came from living.
“Ye’re so wet.” His adopted proper tones had dissolved into a coarse cockney.
Grunting, Faye tightened the grip she had on his hair and thrust against him. “Mmm.” All words failed. She’d been reduced to a keen sensation, a bliss that bordered on pain.
“Do ye want this?” He pressed his tongue within her, and she hissed and lifted sharply into him.
He drew back. “Uh-uh,” he teased, replacing his mouth with a finger, teasing her gently when she needed more of him. All of him. “I want to hear you say it, Faye. I want you to tell me you love this. Tell me how desperately you need it.” He took another light and fleeting taste of her folds, suckling that flesh.
She gasped as he coaxed an uncontrollable shiver to roll through her.
And then, suddenly, he stopped. Faye cried out.
Drawing back, Tynan once again withheld that gift she so desperately craved. Nay, needed.
“Yes,” she wailed. “Yes, I love it. Yes, I need it. Please!”
Tynan thrust a finger inside her sex and began to stroke that long, rough digit within her.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, thrashing her head back and forth and lifting her hips into his touch. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. And then he was obliging that unspoken yearning.
He parted her folds with his mouth once more and alternately sucked her nub and pressed his tongue inside her channel. An incessant pressure built to the point of unbearable, an ache that needed to be assuaged, and every one of those intimate kisses brought her higher and higher. To a place that drove out all reason, a place where she was reduced to pure, unadulterated feeling.
And then she exploded.
Faye screamed, bucking wildly against his mouth. Grabbing him tightly by his hair, she ground herself against his face as wave after wave of glorious pleasure rippled through her. She continued arching into his tongue, wanting this moment to never end, bucking and writhing and twisting her hips upward, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her body.
On a gasp, she finished. Her body drained by the force of her release, she collapsed onto the table. Her legs, limp, fell open, and she lay there, replete.
Sweat slicked her brow as she sucked in breath after ragged breath, her lungs having ceased to properly function.
Then Tynan placed a last lingering kiss upon the inside of her thigh, patting her lightly on her wet curls. He stood, unfurling to his full height, framed between her legs. The fire cast a beautiful light about him, a makeshift halo lent by the shadows, that angel’s image tempered by the remnants of her desire that glistened on his mouth.
“You liked that, did you?” he asked, his voice a husky purr of pure masculine satisfaction and pride.
“Very much so,” she murmured. The book she’d snuck from her brother’s office and secretly commandeered for her own could have never prepared her for… this. It had laid out the love acts performed and detailed in words the level of pleasure a man and woman could achieve through those various joinings, but not a single written word strung together with another could ever properly capture the magic of what she’d known with Tynan. “In fact, I quite loved it,” she said, and as his lips quirked in an all-too-pleased grin, Faye shot her legs out and wrapped them about his waist.