Page 88 of Dare
Please.
Yet he wouldn’t be the only one. Taking pity on us both, I widened my stance, exceeding his wishes and exposing my sleek folds. In this balmy room, the nub of my clit swelled.
“Fucking hell,” Jeryn swore. “Perfection.”
Yes. That.
Let him realize everything he’d been wrong about.
Excitement fizzed in my stomach, another boost of power surging through me like thunder. He’d seen me naked enough times, and I’d felt those eyes on me countless other times too, but never like this. And I liked the difference, and I wanted more of it, and I needed that now.
The knife flicked back into its hilt. Jeryn shoved the weapon into the sheath at his waist.
And then he sank to the floor. And I swallowed a hot gale of air.
On bended knee, Jeryn hooked my right thigh over his shoulder. This close to my spread pussy, his eyelids grew heavy, his gaze absorbing every pink and pliant inch.
After a moment, his head craned. Jerking a few errant locks of blue from his forehead, Jeryn bonded his gaze to mine, his features stripped to the bone.
That candid stare breached a corner of my heart, a terrifying emotion sneaking through. This sort of cruelty should be threatening, yet it wasn’t. Although I knew my worth and didn’t need his appraisal, that didn’t stop my soul from bursting.
This future king had begged. And now I’d gotten him to kneel.
Lowered before me, Winter’s ruler waited like a subject. And although I should have felt validated, greater need washed through me.
I wanted him to get up and put us on equal footing. I wanted my hands in his hair, my fingers caressing the blades of his cheekbones, and my touch thawing the ice of his eyes. I wanted us melting together.
The request teetered on my lips, then dissolved as the heat of his breath brushed my clit. A gasp trembled from me, the vibration traveling to my knees, so that Jeryn felt my response.
A deep hum scrolled from his mouth. Securing my thigh to his shoulder, his fingers tightened, fastening me in place. When I made no protest, the prince took that as encouragement. His rapt attention quested from my face to my spread cunt.
And then he dipped his head.
His profile vanished into the gulf of my legs, that blue mane grazing my skin. From this angle, I beheld only the crown of his hair. Yet oh, how I felt his nearness, how he panted against my intimate flesh.
With agonizing slowness, the vile man drew out the moment to the point of excruciating. Then at last, a groan ripped from his lungs. And the wet flat of his tongue flexed against me, dragging along my crease in a single, prolonged lick.
Every word I’d ever known, every feeling I’d ever felt, and every thought I’d ever had dissipated like mist. My fingers seized the overhead ropes. My mouth dropped open on a cry. I stared, watching Jeryn’s bowed head, my body trembling as his tongue swept across the slit of my pussy, laving the folds and gliding up to the distended flesh poking from the hair.
The pointed tip of his tongue sketched the tip of my clit before rowing backward and repeating the motion. Another whine curled from me, spurring on the prince who lightly stroked the length of my cunt, mopping up the slickness. An appreciative moan sliced from Jeryn’s chest as he tasted, swabbing me back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until I became delirious.
Embers vaulted up my spine. Despite not being a virgin, I’d never known such anguish, hadn’t envisioned the heights my body could reach.
The prince traced the oval center, exploring my shape, circling and spreading my arousal. My muscles quivered, but I held still. He liked this because it enabled him to explore thoroughly, and forcing myself not to move also magnified the intensity.
At the same time, resisting the urge to gyrate my hips became another form of distress, equally blissful and terrible. I watched the prince’s head sway, each motion punctuated by a flick of his tongue. Moans skittered from me, hinting to Jeryn the impact he was having. This man was an expert in physical tension, skilled in the innermost workings of the body. He followed the signs, hunted for them.
Indulging my desire, he scrolled his tongue around the rim of my entrance. Glimpsing me one more time, he praised, “Keep your pussy open for me.”
Then his tongue slipped between my soaked folds. And the world capsized. Snapping into an arch, I threw my head toward the ceiling.
“Ah!” I keened into the rafters, into the rainforest, into the sky.
Jeryn growled, the texture of his voice hitting my flesh. My walls parted and suctioned around him, my pussy throbbing, dripping down his throat. In a steady rhythm, he probed his tongue in and out, swallowing every drop that seeped from me.
The frayed nightgown hung from my shoulders, and my hair hung in the air, and I hung suspended. Ecstasy fired through my veins. Something tight and hot coiled in the juncture of my thighs, worsening as Jeryn beat his tongue firmly into my core.
Unable to help myself, I swatted my waist toward his mouth. Like a ferocious tide, the tempo sped up as he reached farther, deeper, higher. I rocked my hips, whisking my pussy against his face.