Page 77 of Secrets of Avalon
I trail a path of devotion down her form with soft, open-mouthed kisses that linger on each beloved freckle, savoring the honeyed sighs and shuddering breaths that spill from her lips like the most exquisite symphony.
As I venture lower, tension coils in her muscles, and a flicker of nervousness appears in her eyes. Immediately, I move back up, cupping her face in my hands, my thumb stroking over the delicate arch of her cheekbone. "You are so beautiful," I say, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Do you trust me?”
She nods, relaxing under my touch. I back away from her spread legs and her glistening core, calling to me more than any siren’s song. I get off the bed and drop to my knees, using her legs to pull her to the edge of the bed so I can enjoy the feast that is her body.
The first taste. Fuck. So sweet, I growl against her clit, letting her hear how pleased I am.
“Please,” she moans.
I push her knees wider and curl my tongue inside her body, drinking in her spice and sweetness. I ply the little bundle of nerves above her entrance in slow, deliberate circles with my tongue. Her moans and cries urge me on. She’s so close. The tension in her body is about to burst.
I lock my mouth over her swollen clit and suck hard. Honey and spice flood my tongue, and she combusts beneath my hands and mouth. I could spend the whole night. Every night. On my knees. Consuming her and it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough.
“Hawke.” My name on her lips makes me instantly harder. Her hands are reaching for my head. She weaves her fingers through my hair.
I thrust my tongue deep inside her again and use a finger to rub small circles around her clit, spreading some of her arousal. She’s going to come several times before I take her fully. Her hips thrust, lifting and pushing herself into my mouth.
“I want you to come again, Melinda.” I bite down firmly on her clit.
She gasps, curling up toward me, pulling on my hair as she implodes. “Hawke?—”
A few moments later she flops back with a breathy whine, and I stroke my tongue over her clit again, soothing the oversensitive flesh. At least for a moment. As soon as a couple of slower breaths are exchanged, I capture her clit again with my mouth and smile against her body when her hips buck and her legs squeeze either side of my head like a vice.
“Open for me.” I push against her thighs with my forearms. She can’t see my pleasure or feel it yet, but watching her writhe and whine is my absolute new favorite thing. Every sound. Every movement drives me higher.
So perfect. So beautiful.
Her legs relax again, and I don’t hold back. I will get another release from her. One more. I fuck her with my tongue, lashing her clit until her back arches off the bed and her body thrashes. She’s not screaming my name yet again, but I’ll get her there.
“Good girl.”
“Hawke, please.”
“Please what?”
“I need?—”
“Soon, I promise.”
“Please.”
That last please pushes me over the edge. I crawl up over her on the bed, slip an arm beneath her and drag her with me up toward the pillows. Her legs part and wrap around my hips, and I push gently against her opening. It’s so tight. So wet. She’s ready.
Her eyes open wide and meet my gaze. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“Only for a moment and then only pleasure, I promise.”
Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling her molten core down on my hard shaft.
So warm. So perfect. So right. Home. Mine.
I put a hand on her hip to hold her down and a beautifully needy cry rumbles from her throat. Pushing forward an inch or two, I give her body a bit more to get used to. She tenses below me, and a gasp steals her breath.
“Hawke—”
“So perfect. Your body was made for mine.”
A couple of tears roll from the corners of her eyes. Terror flashes in those whiskey brown depths. I freeze. Fear creeps around my heart like thorny vines. “Melinda?”