Fires of War (War and Deceit #4) - Erin O'Kane Page 0,28
me untie my boots and remove them so I’m completely naked. He kneels on the floor between my legs, leans forward, and roughly claims my lips. He’s finished waiting. He’s held himself back for so long, and now he’s ready to claim me just as much as I’m ready to claim him.
His large hands cup my breasts, kneading them and rolling my nipples between his fingers, eliciting small, needy noises from my throat. My hands roam his body, and I slide them down his chest and push at the waistband of his leggings, but he pushes my hand away, smiling against my mouth as he kisses me. My nipples are now stiff peaks, and every sharp tweak sends a bolt of desire straight to my clit. Chest heaving in breathy pants, I try to reach for his cock again, desperate to get him as worked up as I am, needing to claim him, except he brushes my hand away once more. Breaking the kiss, I narrow my eyes at him, but he just grins, reaching up to pull me back to him, his mouth going to my neck as he kisses and bites the sensitive skin there.
Fine, if he’s going to play it that way, I think to myself, sliding my hand down the front of my body, determined to give myself some relief if Tor won’t give me any. I reach the apex of my thighs when he starts to tut and shifts away from me, pulling my hands away in the process. “Impatient,” he chides, pushing my thighs wider as he settles himself between them once again. He grabs both of my hands and positions them behind my back, where Tor easily pins them in place with his left hand. With his right, he guides my head forward and claims my lips once more.
Frustrated, I bite down on his lower lip almost hard enough to break the surface until he’s chuckling into my mouth. He lets go of my wrists, freeing my hands, but my freedom is short-lived as his large hands come up to grip my shoulders, pushing me far enough away so I can see the raised eyebrow that causes a shudder to race through me. That look would be enough to send men running, but the corner of his mouth twitches up as he takes in my expression. “Oh, you’re going to regret that, little mate. I am no soft elf.”
The idea of the elves being soft makes me want to laugh, but I push that aside. A thrill goes through me, my fae side wanting to fight him, to make him work for it. He must sense that because his smile widens. “I was going to take it easy on you, but now I’m going to take my sweet time. I’ve waited long enough, I’m going to enjoy tasting you.” When he leans forward, I think he’s coming in to kiss me, but he actually pushes me down onto the bed, using his weight to press me into the soft furs. He leans back and stares down at my spread thighs resting off the edge of the bed, a wicked gleam entering his eyes. I go to sit up, but he just shakes his head at me, placing one of his large hands on my stomach, effectively pinning me down as he leans in to place a kiss against my clit.
Bucking against his hand at the sudden contact against the sensitive nub, I cry out in surprise. I can’t go anywhere, the restraint from his hand making it impossible for me to move other than to writhe against the bed. It’s exhilarating. I never thought feeling trapped would be something that would turn me on. In fact, during sparring with Eldrin, something far less than this has caused flashbacks. But here with Tor, I feel completely safe. I know he would never hurt me, and at the first sign that I wasn’t comfortable, he would stop.
Blowing a cool breath against my most intimate parts, he draws out a long, ragged groan from me before his fingers finally touch me. “Perfect,” he breathes, tracing a finger around my clit and down my slit, dipping inside me briefly. He lifts his hand, his finger glistening with my slick. Ensuring I’m watching, he locks eyes with me as he slides his finger into his mouth, moaning in pleasure as he sucks it clean. It’s dirty and makes me flush, but for some reason, I find it arousing,