Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,88
leaving it for her to sit on. His gaze roamed over her, and he cast her that awed expression. “If I live another ten millennia, I’ll never forget how you look at this moment.”
When he licked his lips with that pointed tongue, urges gripped her. Instinctive needs. She craved her lips on him. Her tongue on his fiery skin. . . .
“It’ll be everything I can do not to come the instant I taste you. My cock’s about to explode.”
“Well, don’t come. I have plans for that cock.”
FORTY-TWO
Sian’s jaw slackened. He tried to answer her. Failed. In a strangled voice, he finally managed, “At your service, beauty.”
Somehow he’d have to hold back his release. Envisioning more of what she’d done to him last night in the bath, he vowed not to disappoint her. For now, he would enjoy his treat. . . . “Show me where you’re wet.”
Eyes ablaze and locked on his, she opened her thighs.
He groaned at the sight. Her little clit was so swollen, it must ache. She rolled her hips, and her plump lips parted for him. Fuuuck.
In the firelight, her glistening sex was a vision. “Spread your legs wider for me.” She trustingly did. With a broken sound, he parted her with two fingers. “Lila.” He could see inside her pink sheath. His cock strained for it.
Sian could tease her until she asked to be claimed. This very night, he could know what ejaculating felt like. The mystery would be revealed.
No, Sian! She might resent him afterward, and he desired far more from her than just sex.
He settled between her legs. Trailing his lips up one thigh, he flicked her supple skin with his tongue. Kisses up her other thigh made her rock her hips again, offering up his destination. “Your pussy’s getting wetter before my eyes.” He inhaled her delectable scent, letting her feel his exhalations against her clitoris.
“Don’t tease me. I want to know what this is like.”
“You want to know? Every night of my life, I’ve imagined licking an orgasm from you.” His tongue lashed her bud.
She cried out, undulating for more.
He nuzzled her drenched lips, growling, “Worth the fucking wait.” Tasting his mate. Rightness. The balance. She was soft as silk against his mouth.
Her breaths had shallowed, her breasts quivering. Already on the edge. Surrendering to him, she murmured, “Demon, I’ll never get enough of this.”
He briefly pulled back to rasp, “Me neither.” He set back in, laving her rosy flesh.
She gave a sharp moan. “About to come!”
He nipped her thigh. “You’ll come when your husband says you can. Not till you get wanton for me.” He covered her entrance with his mouth, his tongue penetrating her.
“Abyssian!” Her whimpers made him crazed. “Pleasepleaseplease.” She grasped his horns.
He jolted with shock. Don’t come! Gods, don’t come! When she gave a tug on his horns and rocked to his tongue at the same time, Sian lost his mind.
“Uhhhhnnnn!” Burying his mouth against her, the demon roared, sending vibrations into her flesh.
As she gripped his horns, he dug his claws into the stone table, and his wings snapped wide, billowing the hearth fire. He brought his lower wing claws down hard, sinking them into the table on either side of her hips. Thunk, thunk.
“Abyssian?” She used his horns to raise his face.
Mouth seamless with her flesh, he gazed upward. She watched as his eyes flooded with black.
The sight made her even wetter, his wildness spurring hers. “Need to come, Abyssian!” She shamelessly undulated, stroking his horns, desperate to ease this pressure.
He growled as he tongued her inside.
“Yes!” Her core tightened, her body readying. “Oh, gods, oh, gods! I’m going to come . . . come so hard.”
He gave her clit a suck.
Her eyes shot wide. The world tilted until all she knew was his hot, hot mouth. She threw her head back and screamed.
In a frenzy, he shook his head between her legs, snarling against her.
Her sheath clenched, contractions seizing her again and again as he devoured her. She tightened her grip on him and moaned, “Abyssian.” The tremors began to subside, but he kept kissing her.
Releasing his horns, she fell back on the table, arms thrown over her head. “My gods, demon . . .”
The king of hell sat at his dining table feasting on her, and she was tempted to let him continue. But she was more tempted to reciprocate. His wildness had called to hers. Now his hunger did.