Page 56 of My Eternal Light

A look of pure bliss crossed his face before he dove between her legs. Those talented lips were now dancing across her clit and all she could do was grab at the blankets. “God! Fuck! No, higher!”

When his tongue hit the right spot, she spasmed. It was the only signal he needed. He repeated his slow motions over and over again until she felt wave after wave of ecstasy crash over her. Involuntarily she clutched her thighs around him, grinding him against her.

When she was truly wrung out, she simply fell limp on their blankets. “Oh, my, god,” she whispered, her mouth and throat dry from the screaming. She had never come so hard or so fast before.

When he lifted up to look at her, the amount of satisfaction she could see on his face was nearly her undoing. “Not, fair. You’re too perfect.”

He ran his thumb under his lip then licked it. “I could say the same to you. I’m addicted. I will want to do this at least twice a day, minimum.”

“Gee, I don’t know…” she gave him a goofy smile.

“I’m serious. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

“What about you? You being hard got me going this morning.”

He winked. “Later. I want this to be about your pleasure.”

“Kincaid, we have a problem.”

He frowned. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head. “No, but I really had to pee before we started, now I seriously have to pee, but I can’t feel my legs.”

With the biggest shit eating grin, she had ever seen he got to his knees, scooped her up and stood.

“Dammit Kincaid, you have to stop doing sexy shit or we’re never leaving this mausoleum of a bedroom.”

Chuckling, he carried her to one of the bathrooms. When the door opened, he stopped. “It looks…”

“Normal. I didn’t really notice last night. Why does this look normal, but out there is hideous?”

Kincaid set her on the toilet. “I bet it’s because they had to gut the room. Remember, no one has lived here in thousands of years. They would have had to run electric and plumbing.”

“The toilets work right?”

“They should.”

“Good. Leave.”

Laughing he left, closing the door behind him.

She’d never tell the queen, but Kincaid was offering the best perk of all.

*****

They ate a small breakfast from the basket Cord left for them. She was grumpy about her forgotten coffee until Kincaid pointed out the warming box. It wasn’t a microwave, it just kept things at the perfect temperature. She retrieved her coffee and sighed happily. “I need clothes.”

“We can swing by the shops,” he offered.

“It might be easier to get my stuff, I doubt my credit cards work here.”

Kincaid frowned. “I have accounts at most of the major stores in the city. We could use those.”

“I didn’t want to presume.”

“Given the precariousness of the Witches Council, I’d prefer to stay in Éire Danu if we could. I know we have to get your belongings along with whatever else you need to get set up. But, until we know more about the situation I’d feel safer staying within the city’s borders.”

She nodded. “That makes sense. Do the shops have anything besides the fancy pajamas?”