Page 77 of Lost in the Dark
“Yes,” she whispered.
He held her gaze and slowly parted her knees. He crouched between those knees reverently, like a petitioner before the Chastry’s altar. That huge form kneeling before her made her feel vulnerable—powerful.
“You want to feel like that woman in the painting?” he asked, voice a low caress.
Hands slid around her torso, thumbs brushing across her breasts, flicking her nipple through the worn fabric of her dress. Suddenly, her poor garments were a blessing. Sensation flooded through her.
“Yes.” She bit her lip. “Oh, yes.”
Her back arched, pressing her body into his touch, silently begging for more.
He obliged. Those glorious fingers tugged down her drawers, those lips kissed a line along the inside of her thigh.
She gripped the edge of the sideboard as sensation rippled over her.
What felt like a boar’s tusk brushed her skin.
A frown flickered over her face, but when she looked between her thighs, all she saw was a glorious man worshiping her.
He stretched up between her legs, his nose before hers. Those storm-cloud gray eyes bored into hers and his fingers traveled to her most private parts and slipped between her folds and oh, gods…
Eyes fluttering, she leaned forward and tried to kiss him.
His head dipped.
Fingers fisting in his hair, she meant to protest. She did. Then he smiled from his position between her legs, and licked his lips. Only his tongue didn’t retreat. It continued to slide out of his mouth, impossibly long and forked at the end—exactly as the tongue had been in that painting.
She froze, torn between fear and burgeoning desire.
Something slid across her folds that wasn’t a finger.
Smooth and long, a single stroke sent stars across her vision and she slammed headlong into desire—
Holy gods!
Who knew it was possible to feel such things? She’d fallen off a horse in the fields and the local healer had told her the impact had broken her hymen. None would have known if she’d explored her body with a local boy—only the one’s worth exploring had left for the city, and the rest hadn’t inspired her knees to part.
Unlike the man between her thighs now, who made her weak simply by looking at her.
She held onto his hair, her breath coming faster.
How did he know just what to do?
That impossible tongue filled her, doing things she’d never even imagined when she snuck out to be alone at night. Sensation built within her. A tightening coil of need, pushing her forward. Was this what it was like to fall? Because if so, the Chastry had lied about it being wrong.
This was the most impossibly perfect thing she’d ever experienced, and still she needed more.
“Enulf,” she gasped, “I need…”
His tongue rippled inside her and her words dissolved into a cry of pleasure.
“Let go, Anna,” he ordered, his voice vibrating through her even as his tongue continued to work within her. Her body coiled, tighter and tighter beneath his touch. “Let me make you come.”
Sensation crashed over her.
She hurdled over an invisible cliff of sheer ecstasy. Her vision became a sky full of stars, her body vibrating with lingering waves of pleasure. She clung to the feeling, wanting to savor every moment.
When she regained her senses, she found Enulf kneeling before her, licking his hand clean of her juices. A huge, handsome man cleaning brought another layer of warmth to her chest. She smiled at him and ran her fingers through his hair. “If this is serving the estate, I could get used to it.”