My hands tightened in the cloth of his shirt and tugged insistently, needing the barrier gone. Talon mirrored my urgency, lifting his arms so my fingers could drag the fabric over the hard, carved lines of his chest. I bundled the cotton and tossed it into the shadows, leaving nothing but the heat of his bare skin against my palms.
I traced the curve of a tattoo on his forearm, and the sudden, sharp intake of his breath was the only sound in the cavern.
His head dipped down, his mouth tracing the curve of my jaw before his lips found the sensitive skin beneath my ear. The slow trail of warmth continued downward along my throat, each touch unhurried, and devastating in its patience.
My head tipped back against the furs as the softest sound escaped me.
Talon’s hand slid along my side, his palm spanning the curve of my waist before anchoring at the line of my thigh. His grip tightened as he lifted my leg higher around his waist, drawing me so close that he pressed directly into my core.
His hand pulled at the hem of my shirt and tugged upward. I lifted my arms and let him pull the fabric away, the cotton whispering against my skin before he discarded it into the dark.
My hands instinctively crossed over my chest, my eyes looking away.
But before I could hide, his hands closed around my wrists. He guided my arms outward, pinning them gently against the furs beside my head and leaving me entirely exposed to the blue glow of the cavern.
“Never hide yourself from me,” he murmured. “No magic could ever hold a candle to your beauty, little flame.”
I could not hide the way I reacted to his proximity. My body seemed to seek the very heat it had been denied for a lifetime, my chest lifting as I pressed further into the solid weight of him.
Talon’s eyes darkened at the movement. His mouth lowered again, tracing a slow, burning path along my collarbone until his lips found the soft swell of my breast.
His eyes locked onto mine as his lips closed over my nipple, his tongue swirling with relentless devotion.
A broken sound escaped me, and my hands slipped downward, searching blindly for the waistband of his trousers
The fabric shifted beneath my fingers while Talon moved to help me, though his mouth never strayed far from my skin.
I hooked my thumbs into the elastic, dragging it down inch by inch until my fingers could go no further. Leaning back slightly, he tugged them the rest of the way, freeing himself fully, the thick length of him springing free.
My eyes locked on him hungrily.
The ridges of his abdomen narrowed into a sharp V, drawing my eyes lower, where his erection stood proud and unrelenting. Ink swirled across his thighs, spilling over the planes of his hips until it framed the thick, veined shaft rising from the base. Theflushed crown glistened with a bead of arousal, the slick sheen trailing down to rest just above the taut plane of his stomach.
Talon’s eyes dropped from mine, following the trajectory of my stare. The moment he realized where my attention had lingered, a growl tore from his chest.
He shifted, pressing closer until the hard length of him brushed the sensitive inside of my thigh. His hand moved between us then, his fingers brushing gently over the sensitive place that had been aching for his touch since the moment his mouth had first claimed mine.
His thumb found my nub and pressed, causing my legs to tighten around him.
“Tell me what you want.”
His thumb traced a slow circle that sent another shiver through me.
My heels dug into the hard muscle of his backside, urging him closer in response.
“Tell me, little flame,” he rasped.
I reached down, my hand trembling as I wrapped it around the thick base of his shaft. The velvety heat of him pulsed against my palm, the vein thrumming beneath my grip as I guided him until the rigid head pressed against my entrance.
His gaze dropped, fixed intently on the place where I held him. A rough hand closed over mine, his fingers tightening with mine around his length.Together, we slid him through my slick folds, his crown catching against my swollen nub and circling.
I moaned as he pressed forward slightly, the blunt tip teasing at my entrance. But then he pulled back, replacing himself with a finger that stroked through my wetness. He lifted the glistening digit to his lips, sucking it clean while watching me.
“So sweet,” he murmured.
A strangled sound tore from my throat as I caught his wrist, dragging his hand back down. “Stop toying with me.”
His head tilted slightly as he obliged, sinking a thick digit into my aching heat. The sudden intrusion had my stomach tensing instantly as my inner walls clenched tight around him.