Perceptive asshole.
Wordlessly, I set our food down at the table beside the hearth before drifting back into his orbit.
“There she is,” he murmured, rising to his feet to greet me with a kiss.
“You better not make a habit of this, Vistarii,” I murmured as his lips wandered from my mouth to my throat, his hands wrapping around my waist before drifting to the back of my dress, slowly but deftly undoing the ties keeping it in place.
“Which part, exactly?” Kieran mused. “Because if it’s the wholestroking my cock on government propertything, I fear that’s out of the question. I told you, I practically live here when I’m not at home.”
“I was referring to abusing your position to sneak me out of lectures under the guise of an emergency,” I corrected. “Though I can’t say I condone the former.”
“Noted,” he replied as he reached the last of the ties at my back, loosening the bodice of my dress enough that it began to slip from one of my shoulders. He bent his head down to kiss the freshly exposed skin.
“But if I’m not allowed to fuck myself in here, sweetheart, that means I’m going to need to fuckyou.Which, in your defense, is most certainly the superior option—an excellent point. So turn around,” Kieran said, the authoritative tone intensifying as he took hold of my hip and spun me around to face his desk. “And bend the fuck over.”
The snarl at the back of his throat left me expecting to hear him fumbling with his belt—half hoping he’d take me with aggression after placing a commanding palm against my back, pushing me forward into his desired position, my chest and arms against the dark mahogany writing desk. All that fuss with the ties of my dress, though, and he hadn’t even taken it off…
It only took a few more moments to discoverwhy.Two things happened simultaneously: cool, smoky tendrils of Shadow began to slink around my skin, tugging at the soft green linen until they pulled my dress up and over my head. And at the same time, for the second day in a row, Kieran Vistarii dropped to his knees.
“Godsdamn,” Kieran breathed.
I hadn’t expected this, but I certainly couldn’t say I had complaints as I was laid nearly bare before him, and he proceeded to peel off my panties with slow decadence, as if savoring it. Unwrapping me like a present of his own as the scrap of gifted silk finally fell to my ankles.
Oh, sweet Hel.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KIERAN
The sounds that escaped Arken Asher’s throat as I feasted on her sweet cunt were fucking unholy, and yet they made me feel like a god all the same.
I groaned with my own pleasure, fisting my cock with one hand, the other gripping her thigh to keep her pinned against my desk. My Shadows were doing all the important work for me, a second set of hands forming like smoke, gripping her ass and keeping her spread wide open for me.
What a fucking view.
Withbothof Arken’s pretty little holes on display, my thoughts were somehow filthier than my actions—even with her arousal dripping down my neck and chin, coating me in the evidence of her need. We only had an hour, and I stillreallywanted to get my cock inside her, but I just couldn’t. Fucking. Stop.
The way she quivered on my tongue, hips rolling back to take it deeper, had me just about ready to blow my load all too soon, and again, always with thosefuckingnoises?—
“Gods fuckingdamnit,Arken,” I growled against her hot, wet flesh as she whimpered and mewled. I needed another free hand—I needed to be playing with her clit, I needed to see just how cock-drunk I could get this girl without even putting it inside her.
Thick ropes of Shadow summoned themselves in response, keeping her bound against the desk.
Thank you kindly.
Unwilling to pause my personal feast, I slipped my palm beneath my chin and began to tease at her swollen center with the pad of my middle finger. It slid so effortlessly around that bundle of sensitive nerves, and with just the barest hint of pressure…
“Fuck, Kieran!”Arken cried out.
Gods, she was so sensitive.
“Kieran, please!”
That’s it, sweetheart. Put those fucking sound wards to good fucking use.
I pulled back for a breathless moment, planting a quick bite on her left ass cheek as I watched her pussy clench and pulse up close. What a damn sight to behold.
“I can’t take it,” she panted. “Need you. So bad. Gods, Kieran,please.”