Every nerve in my body flared awake at the foreign pressure and a quiet sound escaped me before I could stop it.
Talon’s gaze darkened.
He moved slowly, circling his wrist so the pad of his finger brushed along every sensitive place inside me, exploring with patient curiosity that made my stomach twist and my thighs tremble around his hand.
A whimper tore from my throat and my hands flew to his chest, nails digging into the hard muscle and leaving faint crescents in his skin.
His mouth curved when his finger found the same spot again.
“Right there,” he murmured softly.
A second finger pressed forward, easing into the tight heat beside the first. The stretch pulled a sharp hiss from my lips and instinctively my hips shifted back, my body tightening around him at the unfamiliar fullness.
Talon stilled instantly.
His eyes flicked up to mine, the teasing heat in them fading into something searching.
“Too much?” he asked quietly.
Heat flooded my cheeks and I turned my face away, focusing on the faint glow of the river rather than the intensity of his gaze.
“Kaelia.”
His finger slipped beneath my chin, guiding my face back toward him with a gentleness that left me no choice but to meet those pale eyes.
“If you want me to stop,” he said, his voice low and rough, “you tell me.”
My lips parted but no words came out.
His thumb brushed slowly across my jaw, the touch almost reverent. “But do not hide from me.”
“I am not hiding,” I whispered.
His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, to the place where his hand still rested between my thighs.
“Then let me see you.”
Before I could respond he shifted, guiding my wrists away from my chest and spreading them gently against the soft furs behind me, his palms sliding up to cup the weight of my breasts. His fingers tightened slightly, and a soft gasp spilled from my lips at the rough pressure.
“Do not ever doubt my want for you,” he murmured.
Then he lowered himself between my thighs.
His hands slid beneath my legs, urging them wider as his dark head dipped forward, his breath warm against the sensitive heat between my thighs before his tongue finally dragged through my center in a slow stroke.
My fingers buried instantly in his hair.
A cry escaped me as my hips lifted into his mouth, chasing the sensation, my entire body tightening when his lips closed around me with hungry precision.
He moved with devastating patience, his tongue working slowly while his fingers slid back inside me, stretching me again, deeper this time. The initial ache melted quickly beneath the wave of heat his mouth pulled from me, pleasure building until my thighs trembled around his shoulders.
“Talon,” I breathed.
I tugged hard at his hair, dragging his mouth away from me when the sensation grew too sharp, too overwhelming. He lifted his head immediately, lips swollen and wet, his gaze dark and heavy as it met mine.
He rose over me, caging me against the furs, his eyes burning as they searched my face.
“I want you,” I whimpered. “Now.”