“I thought you said no more talking,” I huffed.
He let out a frustrated sigh and continued his slow exploration of my collarbones and neck with his tongue and mouth. When his knuckles grazed the underside of my ribs, just beneath my breasts, I made a keening noise. Sliding a hand under me, he unhooked the clasp of my bra and tossed it to the floor. My jeans followed soon after.
His eyes scanned down my body, a hungry expression on his face.
A faint blush bloomed over my cheeks as I realized that I was nearly naked, while he still was clothed.
Despite the warmth of the fire below, a shiver ran down my spine as he lowered himself to press a kiss to my thigh, over the skin where his name was written on my body.
“Does it bother you, still?” His voice was soft, his eyes dark as he peered up at me from between my legs.
My body hummed with electricity, buzzing with warmth, my mind too overwhelmed to process his question. “What?” I panted.
He dragged a nail over the tattoo, sending a flurry of sparks across the sensitive nerve-endings. “This,” he said.
Oh.
“I guess I’ve gotten used to it,” I admitted. “Among other things… ”
Casimir smiled in that slow, feline way of his. Like he knew his name might as well have been branded onto my soul for how much he already possessed me.
I belong to the Darkseer.The words I’d once spoken out of rash self-preservation were now coming to fruition, like a prophecy.
The Darkseer’s eyes turned, if possible, even blacker at my reply. A gasp tore from my throat when he dragged his tongue across the brand. Dangerous. Violent. Sweet.
“Good,” he growled.
And then his lips and teeth were everywhere, and I was adrift in a sea of sensation. I sank deeper, the kind of drowning I’d only dreamed of. The kind that only exists in fables and folklore. His magic enveloped us both, sparking with black fire and warmth, lingering like a caress on my skin. Every place he touched was tainted with it, and I knew I would never purge him from my body now, not when his magic had fused into flesh and bone.His heady fragrance was magnified tenfold under my tongue, his skin salty and sweet.
I quickly discovered that I was woefully unequipped to focus on more than one sensation at a time, and there were more than enough to overwhelm me. I was wrenched from my daze when Casimir’s fingers delved beneath the band of my underwear. Breathless, I reached down to remove them, but he stopped me.
His eyes smoldered with a sultry heat I hadn’t seen in them before. “I’ll do it,” he said. A moment later, he tugged them down my legs, leaving me bare before him.
With aching slowness, he made his way up my body, capturing my gasp of surprise with his lips as he pressed his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the center of my thighs.
I cried out at the contact, and he dragged a finger over the same spot again, making my hips quiver in response.
“So demanding,” he murmured against my neck, his fingers stroking lightly over my clit.
I moaned at the sensation, my hips grinding against his hand, seeking friction. The warmth that had begun to pool low in my core under his touch was now entirely molten and in desperate need of relief. I trembled beneath him, unable to do anything but grip onto his arms hard enough to draw blood as the coil in my abdomen wound ever-tighter beneath his clever fingers.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice coming out in a rasp.
I would do no such thing. “Don’t stop,” I said.
With a low growl that was almost feral, he slipped a finger inside me.
I barely had time to adjust to the sensation before he added a second, eliciting a guttural moan from my throat.
“Fuck, Arden,” he swore at the slick wetness he found waiting for him.
His fingers slid deeper, curling against my sensitive walls as the heel of his hand pressed against my clit.
I was beyond words.
While his fingers worked my cunt, he kissed a searing path down my body, pausing to swirl his tongue against my left nipple, pressing hot, wet kisses against my stomach, not stopping until he reached?—
“Oh gods!” I gasped.