Fires of War (War and Deceit #4) - Erin O'Kane Page 0,29
my core clenching, desperate to be filled. Lowering his mouth to me once more, he licks the length of my opening, dipping inside a couple of times. Writhing on the bed, I grip the furs, my knuckles going white with the force as his hand keeps me from moving around. Suddenly, his tongue is replaced by a finger as he eases it inside me, followed by a second. Pumping them into my channel, he goes back to licking, sucking, and kissing my swollen clit. My breath hitches in my throat as I’m overwhelmed by all the sensations, everything heightened since the ceremony earlier.
“Tor,” I call out, not quite sure what I’m saying or asking for, but his hand immediately lifts from my chest and his fingers slow their movements inside me, sliding out and resting on my clit instead. Lifting his head so I can see him, he leans over and presses a slow, passionate kiss against my lips. I take a moment to enjoy having him here with me as I clear my head. It’s just Tor, my mountain man, and me.
“I’m here, Clarissa,” he whispers softly, his fingers rubbing small circles against my sensitive nub, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. “Do you need me to stop?”
“No,” I breathe, running my hands down his back, enjoying his reaction as he shudders under my touch. “Never stop.”
Pressing another kiss to my lips, he smiles and nods, his beard tickling my face. “That, I can do.” Returning to his position between my legs, he continues his ministrations, his fingers returning to my slit as he eases them in, but I notice he makes sure to stay in my line of sight so I can see him. Hooking his fingers, he hits the sweet spot, his free hand coming up to play with my clit. “Come for me, Clarissa, I want to feel you pulsing around me.” His dirty words push me over the edge, and I throw my head back as pleasure rocks my body.
Once the waves of bliss have abated, I open eyes I didn’t realise I had closed and find a satisfied looking Tor watching me. My gaze trails over his tattooed chest and down to his still clothed erection. I should be sated after that, especially from the force of that orgasm, but seeing him like this… I want him. I want to claim him, and until he is mine, no amount of orgasms will be good enough. Desire alights within me again, and I crawl to the edge where he’s still kneeling.
“Remove these,” I order, gripping his leggings, not in the mood for playing any longer. Something flashes in his eyes, and I see his cock bounce through the fabric. He likes me taking charge, I realise with interest, putting that information in the back of my mind for another time. Without another word, Tor stands and pushes his leggings down, kicking the offending fabric away. He’s not wearing any underwear. A thrill goes through me, and from the grin on his face, I get the impression this isn’t the first time he’s gone bare.
Now fully naked, he climbs onto the bed, kneeling in front of me, and like two magnets, we can’t stay apart any longer. With our arms wrapped around each other and our chests pressed together, our lips meet. I finally reach down and wrap my fingers around his cock, squeezing the base and enjoying his groan of pleasure. Pumping the hard length, I gasp into his mouth as he reaches between our bodies and sharply tweaks my swollen clit. It should hurt, after all, it’s sensitive from my previous orgasm, but thanks to the fae desire roaring through my veins, it only makes me want him more.
“Fuck me,” I demand, biting down on his lip again.
“I thought you’d never ask.” His voice is deep and rumbles through me as he kisses me fiercely. “I want you to ride me. Do you think you can handle that?” He says it with a smile, but he means it as a genuine question. With me on top, it will be a tighter fit, and Tor’s cock, although not the longest of my mates, is wide. My fae side is thrilled by the idea. Being in charge and riding our mate as we claim him—it’s perfect.
“Not a problem,” I purr, my heart flipping at his expression of joy at my response.
Tor moves up the bed so he’s leaning against the headboard, his legs out before