Page 130 of Riv's Sanctuary

As he brought her fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply, she made a soft sound in her throat as she watched him and he had to fight to not pull her closer.

Instead, he settled for her hand, moving it to his lips and hesitating only slightly before he pulled a finger into his mouth.

Phekking hell. She tasted divine.

The moan that rumbled through him vibrated against the digit in his mouth and he watched as her gaze waned a bit, her lashes dipping. When she looked at him again, the lust had returned to her gaze.

"Riv," she breathed. "What are you doing?"

Phek if he knew, but it felt good.

It felt so phekking good.

"Do you want me to stop?" He cleaned that finger and took another into his mouth.

She tasted like nothing he'd tasted before, something bordering between hijh spices and sweetness, and as he licked her, he knew he'd made another critical mistake, for there was no way he was going to be able to turn back after this.

He'd gone too far.

"No..." came her breathless gasp, so long after he'd asked the question that he'd forgotten what she was answering and for a moment he paused, thinking she was rejecting him.

"Don't stop. I—I like this...whatever this is."

He moved closer to her then, his other hand holding onto her arm to steady it.

A soft sound left her again and he wished she would stop that. She had no idea how close he was to forgetting everything he'd been repressing for so long and just taking her back to his bed where he'd ensure she'd feel every inch of the frustration he'd been nursing for days.

As he finished cleaning her fingers, he looked down at her, licking the remnants of her scent off his lips. Her hand rested lightly on his chest as she looked up at him, her gaze searching his.

"You’ll probably come to your senses and leave, but..."

But what?

She raised upright, then, her face coming so close to his he was sure she could smell herself on his lips. Then she did something he didn't expect.

She pressed her lips against his.

It was a soft, insistent sort of mouth-pushing he’d never experienced before.

At first, he thought she wanted to take air from him and at that point, he felt as if he’d let her do anything if it meant she’d stay close to him for just a little longer.

But when he felt the smooth wetness of her tongue against his lips, when he opened his mouth to her and her tongue brushed against his, rubbing and stroking, he knew this wasn’t a sort of air stealing. It was a sort of mouth phekking.

A precursor to the real thing?

He groaned and pulled her closer and she opened up to him, the mouth phekking growing more intense as he tried to match her tongue movements with his own.

But it ended all too soon.

All too quickly, she was pulling away, her eyes downcast, refusing to meet his gaze.

“La-rehn?”

What had he done wrong?

Had he not mouth phekked her properly?

He could try again.