The Ippos King (Wraith Kings #3) - Grace Draven Page 0,115
asked why he never married, and he'd told her of his wife, describing her beauty and love of hair ribbons. He barely recalled the face of the flirtatious woman in the market who'd given him the flowers, but staring at the ribbon still tangled in Anhuset's hair, he remembered tossing the bouquet in the wagon, eager to get back to the camp and the Kai woman waiting for his return. “I can comb around it.”
“No. Take it out. No one can see it anyway, and it's just a nuisance.”
He didn't cut the ribbon out but spent extra time unraveling strands of hair until it came loose. As much as he wanted to keep it, he offered the ribbon to her when he was done. She held it for a moment before tossing it to the side. “Remind me to grab it before we leave,” she told him. “I'm sure the monks have a midden I can toss it into on the way back to our rooms.”
There was no way that treasure was going into a midden if he had anything to say about it. He kept the words behind his teeth, finished combing her hair, and scooted around her to slide back in the water. She stayed on the pool's edge, her expression a study in stoic reserve, her yellow eyes unblinking as she watched him. She held an invisible shield in front of her, a defense against embarrassment at him finding the ribbon and the belief that surely, surely he understood why she'd tried wearing it properly, and worst of all, why she had failed.
He did understand and fell even deeper in love with her. It wasn't the right time to tell her either of those things or even dwell on the symbolism of her wearing the ribbon at all. She would only lash out and close off even more. Instead, he steered the conversation in a different direction.
“You,” he told her in a teasing voice, “have the most delicious breasts.”
As he hoped, the outlandish remark worked its magic. The shield went down and her eyebrows went up before she laughed her raspy laugh. “Is that so?” She stared down at her chest before turning to one side and then the other, displaying the objects of his admiration like fine wares. “What makes them so delicious? And which one do you prefer?”
He rose half out of the water, and she leaned forward so he might sample. She slid her fingers into his hair, claws massaging his scalp while he tasted each breast and she moaned her approval.
“It's impossible to choose,” he said after moving from her breasts to her mouth. The small interlude served to heighten his need to taste all of her. He coaxed her to stretch out on her back, her legs splayed so that he wedged between them, his head resting on her knee. He kissed the sensitive skin behind that knee, smiling when her toes on both feet curled. He continued up her body, bypassing her thighs despite the protesting throb of his cock, to kiss her belly, placing a ring of kisses around her navel.
Anhuset's breasts rose and fell with her ever quickening breaths as Serovek retraced his path to the place he'd purposely bypassed, settling between her thighs, nudging them farther apart.
The taste of a Kai woman, he soon discovered, was similar to that of a human woman, but that's where the similarity ended. This was Anhuset whom he made love to with his mouth and tortured with his tongue, and there was no other like her in all the world.
Her climax was a beautiful, thrashing thing to behold, even if he risked having his nose broken again by one of her knees. When she no longer arched and bucked and growled, he slid up her body, cupping his hands around her face. This kiss was leisurely, deep, luxurious.
“You taste like me,” she said when they paused to take a breath.
“And you taste better than the finest wine.”
“Such a honeyed tongue you have,” she said before clasping him tight in her arms and rolling so that he lay on his back atop the clothes and she sat astride him, perched on his thighs. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, sliding up and then down, pausing to capture the drop of semen beading its crown with a fingertip. His hips thrust upward and he gasped. She brought her finger to her lips and licked. “Honeyed tongue, honeyed cock,” she proclaimed.