Page 52 of Dangerous Exile

His tongue swirled around her swollen nub and then his lips locked onto it, rolling it back and forth.

Death, death was coming for her and her screams told him exactly that. Her fingernails dug so far into his shoulder she could feel the warmth of blood seeping out.

He sucked until her body started to shudder, a barrage of nonsensical words flying in a scream.

He pulled away, looking up at her with devil eyes, his chin dipping into her folds, rubbing with the rough stubble that had appeared on his face during the last day. “You like the edge, Ness?”

“Wh—what edge?” She formed the words, but they didn’t sound right in her own mind.

“This one.” He dragged her left leg up and over his shoulder, then dipped down to suck her nubbin again, his tongue swirling hard.

Saints and demons. The edge—the damn edge she needed to go over. He knew exactly how to make her body bend to him. Beg for more. Her right hand still locked on his shoulder, her left fingers moved to his hair, clutching his head as her body pleaded for more. But how could there possibly be more than this? More than this painful, glorious, raw pleasure that she wasn’t sure what to do with.

But her body knew. Her body wanted him inside of her.

Freeing her leg from his shoulder, she dropped, sliding down, her breasts dragging against his mouth and then chest. Further down until the tip of his shaft reached her folds and she wrapped her legs around him. Balanced on his knees, he chuckled, his mouth finding his way to her neck as his hands wrapped around her waist, holding her steady.

She plunged, sending the full length of him deep up into her.

Ballocks. It didn’t hurt.

His cock slid up into her—tight, filling her—but it didn’t hurt. The exact opposite. How could it be that this was exactly what her body had been pushing for, begging for?

He lifted her, sliding her up along his member, then let her crash back into him. Yes. Hell, yes. Again and again and the edge was back, the very edge he had goaded her to with his tongue.

Up and down, the hard length of him reaching deeper with each thrust.

“I can’t hold it—I need to pull out, N—”

She slammed her hips down onto him, not thinking, trading any rational thought for her body to go over this edge she so desperately needed.

A growl ripped through his chest and his cock expanded deep within her, warmth flooding her and spiraling her over that very edge. A cry ripped from her lips, her body fracturing into streaks of pleasure burning straight from the sun. Even as she gasped for air, her body jerked, curling into him as burst after burst vibrated through her core, contracting viciously around his hard shaft.

A limp rag against him, she couldn’t move, couldn’t think, only the comforting peace of utter blackness filling her head.

Talen collapsed backward onto the carpet, dragging her body down with him.

She stayed in that position for far too long, her forehead and nose buried into his chest that moved up and down, her lips gasping for breath after breath. Her muscles unable to relax enough to fully collapse down onto him. What in the good earth had Talen just done to her? Demons and angels had just warred in her body and she had come out the victor.

His hand moved upward from the small of her back and he nudged her downward, making her body cover his, every inch of her skin that could be touching him, on him. She needed the prodding for she couldn’t move on her own.

Her body eased into a puddle on top of him and his hand moved farther up along her spine, his fingers entwining in her hair that had lost its pins long ago.

When her breath finally came back to her, her right hand drifted up along his chest in front of her face, watching the muscles under his skin flicker alive at her fingertips. For as much as she now dared to want more—want this with Talen, when she never could have imagined it hours ago—she had to speak to the one thought festering in her brain. “Talen, this…marriage…it is too much. You do not have to sacrifice yourself for me.”

His fingers twisting strands, entangled in her hair, stilled. “Why do you insist this is a sacrifice I am undertaking?”

“Because it is. You are free and now you won’t be.” She shifted her head along his chest to look at his eyes.

He tucked his free arm under his head to see her better. “Or is it that you are the one worried that you won’t be free? You said you trusted me, Ness.”

“I do.” Her head shifted down, her cheek brushing his chest as she nodded. “I do.” She repeated, more to convince herself than him.

“Then we get married in Scotland—it’s the quickest choice and it will get you out of London. We marry in Scotland and you can always seek to end the marriage in the future, should you want to. Either way, I will ensure you are taken care of.”

All of this, his generosity, was too much to believe in, to trust in from where she was a month ago. She wedged her right hand onto the carpet and pushed herself up, hovering above him, her gaze pinning him. “Why would you do this for me?”

“Honestly?”