The Warrior King (Inferno Rising #3) - Abigail Owen Page 0,79
as the scent of sex, a true aphrodisiac.” Then she grimaced. Way to ruin the mood with facts.
Only Samael chuckled against her. Then left her gasping as he sucked on her earlobe. “I’m definitely aroused.”
Then he pressed a hand to her back, moving her into his touch. Slowly he trailed those tantalizing fingers lower, teasing her with the barest of touches, stroking through her rapidly dampening folds until, finally, he slipped one finger inside her in an agonizing, slow slide that had Meira panting by the time he was done.
He paused there, and her breathing hitched as she waited for his next move. Using his thumb, he pressed into her clit, pressure and sensation stealing all her reason. At the same time, he ran his other hand up her thigh, over the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, brushing the underside of her breast, and the barest flick over her nipple before moving higher to cup her neck.
Through the pulsing desire buffeting her from him came another emotion that set her own desire to screaming pitch. Pure alpha control.
“I’m going to love you slowly,” he murmured, low and rough, his dragon hovering at the surface. “I want to memorize every part of your body. Learn what makes you catch your breath.”
Meira closed her eyes and gave up all her control, willing to follow wherever her mate wanted to lead.
That thumb pressing steadily against her, moving in the slightest of circles, held most of her attention. “You’re doing a good job so far,” she choked.
His smile tickled against her neck. “I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you in that mirror.”
She had, too, if she was honest. In dark corners of the nights when she shut down her own guilt by assuring herself that fantasies were only that.
Keeping that torturous hand in place as she knelt, legs spread wide for him, open to him, he claimed her lips, possessing her in such a way, with the softest kisses that reached into her soul, that her brain went fuzzy. She hardly noticed how he ran his other hand down her arm, then brought her own hand up to his mouth.
He released her lips so that he could press kisses to the pads of each of her fingers, and one in the center of her palm. He blew a stream of fire, caressing her skin with heat as he drew away, then placed that palm on his chest directly over his heart.
“Soon now, we’ll share our fire and our bodies…and we’ll belong to each other.”
The heat in her hand seeped into her skin and traveled her veins to her core. She was already wet, but he grinned as he felt her reaction to his words. “Tell me where you like to be touched.”
Meira shook her head. “I don’t—”
He pressed into her and derailed her brain.
“Tell me, Meira.” Both humor and intensity gleamed at her from eyes turning to liquid black flame.
“I don’t know. I’ve never—”
Shock reverberated out from him, followed swiftly by a primal kind of satisfaction that buzzed through her like fine wine. “Fuck. Woman, are you trying to kill me?” His voice came out strangled, and she chuckled, but that only made her rub against that steady hand, which made her gasp.
“You can’t tell me what you want, huh? How about you tell me what feels good?”
He left her hand over his heart and trailed his fingers down the oversensitized skin of her arm.
“Why?” she managed to ask.
He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips. “Because the mind is as much a part of sex as the body,” he growled against her mouth. “And I want you here with me, feeling every moment, every touch, to the fullest.”
She blinked up at him, her body already on fire. “I don’t see how—”
He dragged his hand over her, between her breasts to swirl a finger around her navel. “Do you like this?”
Her stomach muscles jumped beneath the featherlight touch. “Mmm-hmm.”
“And this?” He brought that wandering hand up to cup her full breast, brushing over the nipple.
“Yes.”
“What does it feel like?”
Meira licked her lips. “Tingling, and, um…warm.”
“Warm where?”
She forced the gears in her mind to engage. “Where your other hand is…”
“Your clit.”
She nodded.
“And what about this?” He rolled the tight bead of her nipple between his fingers, and she arched up into his touch.
“Oh, yes. Zapping and heat.”
“And here?” He pressed into her clit then eased off and she chased the touch, her hip tipping forward.