My chest heaved as he drank me in, the aura around him rising higher as the pulse leaped in his neck.
“So beautiful. So exquisitely perfect.” His gaze glided over my skin, traveling from my open thighs still cradling his head, to my stomach, then across my belly and up to my breasts. “I’ve been wanting to see you again. That brief glimpse at Liss Lodge wasn’t nearly enough.”
“I was skin and bones then.”
“You were still beautiful. I’ll always find you beautiful, Ilara.” His breath sucked in. “And now, you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. All curves and swells. I could spend eternity giving you pleasure, memorizing every dip and turn of your flesh.”
His eyes were wild when he prowled upward and kissed my breast, first one and then the other, before rolling my nipple with his tongue and then sucking. I moaned, arching into his touch.
“I could spend all day here,” he growled.
I moaned again when his fingers trailed up my sides, and then his clothes were flying from him, shredded completely under his magic before he stood naked above me.
My breath caught, snagging on the appendage between his legs that was so stiff and hard it curved upward. His cock was huge. So large and utterly beautiful with the twisting, throbbing veins and broad head that held a bead of dew on its tip.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered.
I hadn’t been with many males. Only two in my lifetime, and I’d never had a male in my mouth, but looking up at the prince now, at his utter power and ferocity, had my belly quivering and liquid longing flooding my core. I needed to taste him.
Norivun’s nostrils flared, and he shook his head. “I’m tasting you first. I fear what I’ll do if that pretty mouth of yours closes around me before you’ve found your pleasure.”
I bit my lip, and the wildness in his eyes grew.
His head lowered. “You smell like the sweetest bud I’ve ever scented.” And then his mouth was going to my core.
His lips and tongue met my sensitive flesh with a clash of heat and fire. I bowed off the bed when his mouth latched onto me, his tongue starting slow as he groaned with each lick. But with each flick of his tongue, the energy around him soared as I became frantic in his arms.
He was driving me wild, taking me toward the brink, and as his hands curled tighter around my thighs and a deep possessive growl worked up his throat, it went straight to my clit.
“Norivun, oh gods, Norivun!”
It was as though he was a starving male coming to his one and only feast. He devoured me with his mouth, sucking and pulling, licking and biting in the most intense way that made my legs lock around his head as my fingers turned into claws in his hair.
I rocked against his face, moaning and clawing as he devoured my flesh, demanding that I surrender to him completely.
“Oh gods!”
He flicked my clit again with his tongue, and then I was shattering all around him, coming so hard that I saw stars, but he didn’t stop. He slipped two thick fingers inside me, hooking them at the end until he scraped against a spot deep within me, and—
Mother Below!
A second orgasm ripped through me, coming so fast on the heels of the first that I didn’t know where that one ended and the second began.
I moaned and clawed more, coming so undone in his arms that my eyes rolled back in my head, and my entire body spasmed.
It was only when I lay panting and shuddering that he finally released me. Carnal light shone in his eyes, his mouth glistening with my essence.
He crawled up me, his body scraping against mine, and despite the fact that he’d just completely wrecked me, I shivered, and amazingly, I still wanted him.
He lay down on top of me, his lips curving. Satisfaction poured off of him so strongly that it bathed the room.
I bucked when his erection prodded my entrance, and he raised an eyebrow in silent question.
Somehow, I managed to reply, “Not yet.”
A look so crestfallen fell over his expression that I laughed.
“When?” he asked, nipping at my neck. “When can I fully take you?”
I placed my hands on his shoulders, wiggling as he kissed me. “After I win the Trial.” I rubbed my legs together, trapping and squeezing his cock.
He hissed.
“Lay back.” I used a huge rush of my air affinity to spin him beneath me. His shocked expression was worth more than a million rulibs, and I grinned in delight. “I’ve never tasted a male before.”
His eyes darkened. “It’s best that I don’t know of any males that you’ve been with, Ilara Seary.”
My lips parted. “Are you jealous, my prince?”
He bared his teeth. “Quite. I can’t stand the thought of any male being with you, and I’ll kill them for seeing or touching what’s mine.”
That possessive look flared in his eyes, and my stomach dipped at how savage of a mate he would be. I had no doubt he’d follow through with that threat. Any male who looked at me twice could fall prey to the prince’s affinity.
Lips curving, I eyed him hotly as the flame inside me grew. “Then it’s good that the only male I want to taste is you.”
“Careful, female. If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have you against that wall before you can speak as I plunge—”
I slipped his cock into my mouth, and his words vanished. He went utterly still, his entire body stiffening until he was as hard as Isalee steel. Wings jutting out behind him, his hips bucked.
Tentatively, I took more of him into my mouth. His length and girth were large, but he tasted pleasant, and I danced my tongue across his shaft, exploring and doing what I’d always been curious to try.
He hissed when I swallowed him deeper, and his breath sucked in so hard I feared he’d stopped breathing.
I released him from my mouth. “Are you all right, my prince?”
Veins bulged in his neck. “Yes,” he rasped. “Fine. I’m fine. Fuck, Ilara. I’m more than fine. Do that again.”
Smiling, I pulled him into my mouth once more, and then I didn’t hold back. I sucked on him like my body sang for me to do and wrapped a hand around his shaft’s base as an instinct drove me.
And then I was feasting on him as he’d done to me, tasting and devouring him until his thighs tightened so hard that his body bowed.
Picking up my tempo, I sucked and bobbed on top of him, swallowing and devouring.
“Ilara!” His hands gripped my hair tightly, his entire body stiffening to a board, and then a roar ripped from his throat.
His seed flooded my mouth as his hips bucked. He came as violently as I had, and I relished every second of it, savoring the power and control I had over this male, before I swallowed down his essence as greedily as he’d consumed mine.
When the pumping from his cock finally subsided, I climbed over the prince to lie on his chest.
He was breathing rapidly, his breaths coming so fast I feared he was hyperventilating. But he gathered me in his arms and turned until I was tucked into his chest. I listened to the powerful beat of his heart as his hands were everywhere, running up and down my body, through my hair, around my shoulders. Their march was like a possessive procession as he kissed my neck and seemed to stamp mine upon me wherever he touched.
A stirring began inside me again, and longing grew as the familiar ache in my core began anew.