Mark of Love (Love Mark #3) - Linda Kage Page 0,121

womb. My hips bucked against his palm.

“I bet you taste better than blueberry, strawberry pie right now,” he murmured in my ear, pressing in hard as if trying to savor the feel of my inner muscles hugging his fingers. Then he said the unthinkable. “Just imagine if that was my tongue doing this.”

That was all it took. Like the breaking of a tautly pulled string, a great release snapped open inside me, and I came, wave after wave of my orgasm pulsing through every nerve ending I owned. Indigo swallowed the sound of my cry with his mouth, and I gripped his hair, holding on until my surges settled, and I went limp and boneless.

The moment my mouth fell away from his and I tucked my face into his throat, his fingers eased and slid free of my body. He put both arms around me and held me close, kissing my temple as I trembled against him and tried to regain my wind.

“Any pain?” he asked.

“What?” I blinked, unable to think straight.

He chuckled his amusement and brushed some hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. I closed my eyes as my consciousness slipped.

His mouth pressed against my hair. “Sleep, my empress,” he instructed. “You should be able to rest now.”

Clutching his arm, I did. I slept deep and dreamlessly for probably a good hour. When I woke again, it was far into the night, and Indigo had fallen asleep against me, his face heavy against my shoulder, and his breaths even in my ear.

For a moment, I simply lay there, feeling changed. I’d always resisted this exact kind of intimacy with a man, and now I started to wonder why. Maybe because Melaina had praised it so much, which made me think I had to revile it. Or maybe because I’d seen so many people abuse and misuse the act of sex, making it seem evil and calculating.

But after one small, beautiful encounter with this man right here, I realized it didn’t have to be cold and manipulative. You didn’t have to use it for your own selfish personal gain. Indigo had been completely selfless and giving when he’d touched me, generous beyond measure, and it had felt like we’d shared the moment together instead of like two people who were gluttonously groping each other to greedily take what they wanted.

My body began to crave the encounter all over again. But this time, I wanted to be the selfless giver.

Studying the angles of his face in the moonlight, I was freshly awed by this creature that had landed in my life. He could be mine. He wanted to be mine. All I had to do was reach out and take him.

So I did.

I slowly lifted my fingers and lightly traced the outline of his cheek and jaw. “I, Quilla Graykey,” I whispered with barely a sound. “Take you, Indigo Moast, as my forever bonded mate. A tie rendered that no mortal can break. Through time, space, and dimension, our two souls can now also work as one.”

A breath hissed from my lungs as I finished my house’s ceremonial vow. Never in my life had I thought I’d ever say it to anyone. And yet I didn’t even experience a flicker of regret as I pledged myself to him. Leaning in, I sealed my bond with a soft kiss.

Then another. And another after that.

When I ran my hand down his side and over his taut abs, he stirred, beginning to wake. Then, with a hungry groan, his arms curled around me and pulled me closer. I slid my fingers back up until they drifted over his cheek, along the side of his neck, over the sculpted contours of his chest.

“Mmm,” he murmured low in his throat and stretched against me before pulling me close. “What’re you doing awake, empress? That was supposed to knock you out for the rest of the night.”

“Didn’t work.” My fingers kept toying with his chest, discovering a flat nipple and coaxing it to harden under my ministrations. “I guess this means you’re going to have to give it another go.”

“Another?” His eyebrows lifted with interest. “Have you become orgasm obsessed now?”

The idea seemed to intrigue him. I could tell I had his complete attention. So I answered honestly. “Yes.” With a grin, I trailed my hand down, straight over tightening abs and to the waist of his trousers. “But this time, it’s your turn to orgasm. I want to be able to watch