Scythe & Sparrow (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #3)(48)
I soothe the little sting with a shrug. “Never said I wanted one.”
Fionn nods. He seems relieved. “Then we need to have rules.”
“Maybe can we make some when your hand isn’t on my pussy? Because right now is not the best time to form logical thoughts.” Fionn lifts his hand away, and a crushing wave of unanswered need courses through my veins. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”
“Rules first. We don’t want to fuck this up before we even start.”
“Fine,” I say as I roll my eyes. “No … cuddling.”
Fionn nods. “Okay. That’s a good one. No kissing on the mouth.”
“No sleeping in each other’s beds.”
“No holding hands or PDA.”
“No pet names. But Doc doesn’t count. You’re just … Doc.”
Fionn breathes a laugh, the warmth summoning goose bumps as it fans across my skin. His molten eyes soften, just for a moment. “And we’ll check in with each other, yeah?” he says, and I give him a faint smile. “We’ll just keep talking.”
“Right.” I nod. My head keeps bobbing, my lips pressed into a tight line, every muscle in my body coiled tight until a hidden wire inside me snaps. “Except for right now. With all due respect, Dr. Kane,” I say as I fold one hand behind his head, “shut the fuck up and eat my pussy.”
He laughs. But it’s dark and deep. His eyes are wolfish on mine as he lowers his head between my thighs. The first press of his mouth to the fabric covering my pussy ignites liquid heat in my chest. It sparks a craving, a need. But need is a venom. It burns. It claims. It conquers and defeats you. And I surrender to it. I forget everything about who I am, where I am, what this is. I just want more. More of his hands wrapped around my flesh, pushing my legs wider. More of the way he rumbles a throaty moan when I rake my nails across his scalp and grip his hair. I even beg for it when he bears his mouth down on my clit, still sheathed beneath the damp, silken fabric. Please. Yes. More.
When I drop my head to the back of the couch, he still watches me. Every time I look down at him, he’s waiting, a magnet ready to snap me back into place. He wants me to watch, I can tell. It’s in the crease that appears between his brows, the way he lavishes me with ravenous kisses through the thin material. He keeps my broken leg slung over one shoulder and then slides his hands up my thighs. One keeps going, slipping beneath my shirt to trail a path of tingling heat up my belly, to the center of my chest, to the hem of my bra. He pulls one of the cups down and runs his thumb over my nipple, coaxing it into a firm peak.
“Rose,” he whispers. He pulls my panties to the side and lavishes my clit with his tongue until I close my eyes. I’m panting, sinking into a euphoric haze. “If you—”
“If I want you to stop, just tell you, yeah yeah, rules, blah blah—”
“If you don’t want me to stop, Rose,” he says with a dark smile and hooded eyes, “then you’ll keep your eyes on me.”
I swallow. “Okay …”
“Good girl,” he says, and slowly descends, his gaze unblinking until the moment he presses his tongue to my clit and moans into my flesh. His expression is one of both satisfaction and need, as though this is something he wants, but it’s still not enough. As though he’ll always need more. I know how that feels. That sensation is already embedded into my chest like a splinter that will never be pulled free. In just a few brief moments, I realize I might have sacrificed more of myself than I bargained for with this arrangement. Because I don’t know how I’ll be able to walk away from this once it’s over. And it’s barely begun.
I want to close my eyes, for just a moment, but I don’t. I can’t bear the thought of Fionn stopping. Not as he tears my panties at one hip, not bothering to pull them all the way off. He plunges two fingers into my pussy and I know I’m soaking his hand. He pumps them in a slow rhythm, and I moan as he seals his mouth over my clit and swirls his tongue over the swollen bud of nerves. His fingers curl, stroking my G-spot, and I whimper, melting further into the plush cushions. When I rake my fingernails across his scalp he groans his approval, a vibration that pushes me closer to an edge I’m not ready to fall over. I want to draw this pleasure out. I want to live in every moment of Fionn’s tongue lavishing my clit, of his fingers thrusting in my pussy. Of his eyes fixed to mine, dark and lethal.
And then he sucks on my clit, and I lose the battle to not fall from the cliff of desire.
My back bows. I cry out. One of my hands tightens around the edge of the cushion, the other around the back of Fionn’s head as I press him to my center. He has mercy on me when I close my eyes and forget all about his rules and demands. Stars burst across the black canvas of my closed lids. My pulse drums in my head. I unravel in Fionn’s grasp, and he chases every moment of my spiraling pleasure with his tongue. Only when he’s sure I’ve had enough and can’t take more does he lift his mouth away and slide his fingers free of my soaked pussy.
It’s a long moment that passes with just the sound of my ragged breaths between us. I still haven’t opened my eyes when he lowers my leg from his shoulder. But he doesn’t release it. He scoops up the other one, and a heartbeat later, I’m being lifted from the couch. When my eyes flutter open, his gaze is trapped on my parted lips. For a moment, I think he’s going to break his first rule and kiss me, but he wipes that thought away with a flicker of a smile.