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“Thank you.” She took the compliment with a smile before sliding down to settle down between his knees.
She looked at him, then his bleeding forearm draped over his thigh, and latched on. Each sip was more divine than the last. As her feed turned into a feast, all she could think about was how delicious he tasted.
Soren swore.
When her hands traced his chiseled waistline, her name slithered off his tongue.
In response, she lifted her mouth from his arm, rubbing her bloody lips together. She was satiated, yet not at all. Looking up, she met Soren’s darkened glare.
He grinned, ordering her to undress while wrapping a cloth around his wrist with expert speed.
Getting out of Sila’s too-tight leathers had proven to be just as difficult as squeezing into them. Soren had already stripped down and was threatening to rip them off of her, and she was about to let him until they finally gave.
A shift of Soren’s arms and he’d pulled her astride his lap.
“I wasn’t done,” she teased, jabbing his shoulder with the point of her nail.
“Done with what?”
She couldn’t say it out loud, and didn’t have to.
Tasting you.
Releasing his grip on her hips he threw interlaced hands behind his head and smirked. “Oh, by all means.”
Thessa knelt back down, kissing his knee first. Then the other. She moved her way up his bare thigh, slow enough to torture him. Though she was only torturing herself, she loved the taste of him. His skin. His magic. His blood. His?—
Thessa, I’m going to destroy you.
Me first.
When her mouth met the base of his length, he moaned. Forgoing kisses, she licked her way up.
Soren shuddered.
Bracing his thighs, she slid her mouth around him and sucked. Slow and deliberate movements shifted into a hasty game of making him finish.
At some point, his fingers had woven through her hair,helping guide her up and down his length. When he slammed his tip into the back of her throat, she moaned.
That’s what you want?
Seated deep inside her mouth, she nodded in answer.
Soren gripped her head and thrusted hard enough to make her gag, before growling and pulling her off. He jerked his chin to the opposing bench and said, “Sit.”
Never taking her eyes off of the male tinkering with her heart, she slid back and up to her seat.
His voice was low and rumbling as he said, “Now put your legs up how I like them.”
Seconds passed and she hadn’t done what he asked. Instead, she was doe-eyed and rubbing her knees together.
“Thessa,” he breathed. “Are you going to behave?”
She swallowed her rebuttal and set one foot on the bench at a time—utterly exposed. Soren grumbled his approval before leaning forward and ordering her to touch herself.
Heat flooded through her
Do what?