The weight of his gaze burned across my skin as I moved again, slower this time, testing the motion, learning the way his body reacted beneath my hands.
My palms flattened against his thighs, feeling the hard lines of his muscles tense and flex under my touch as I licked at the underside of him.
“Faster,” he grunted.
I obeyed, drawing him deeper as I moved, the rhythm growing steadier, more confident. When the head of him nudged the back of my throat I faltered for a heartbeat, my breath catching.
His head tipped back with a sharp curse.
“Oh, little flame,” he groaned.
His hand slid down, fingers curling around my throat—not tight, but firm enough that I felt the heat of his grip.
My lips stretched wide, attempting to accommodate the wide girth of him. I ignored the pain in my jaw and used my tongue to trace the pulsing vein that stretched across the left side of him.
“Swallow it all.”
My legs clenched instinctively at the sound of his voice and a quiet sound escaped me before I could stop it, the vibration pulling another groan from him.
His fingers tightened slightly, guiding me even closer.
My eyes watered as his crown nudged the back of my throat, and the urge to cough was becoming too strong to resist. My lungs were burning due to the lack of breath, but I did not pull away. I leaned into his movements, my cheeks hollowing as I drew him deeper, focusing my attention on the sensitive tip of him.
“Perfect,” he rasped.
His hips shifted suddenly and the motion caught me off guard, pushing him deep enough that my nose pressed against the inked skin of his groin. Saliva dribbled from my swollen lips as I coughed around him.
“Do not pull back,” he warned, lowering his hips so he slipped a few inches out.
Before I could take a full breath, he drove his hips forward again. I almost pulled back, but the pulse of him on my tongue had me holding my breath and lapping up at the beads that dripped from his crown.
“Kaelia,” he moaned, his thrusts picking up speed.
I screwed my eyes closed, my jaw bobbing in time with his thrusts. My mouth was a mess of saliva and his arousal, my lips sore from his relentless thrusts.
Not even a moment later, his body went rigid and he grunted as his release filled my mouth.
I took every drop, swallowing without a second of hesitation. I wanted him inside me in every way possible—I wanted his taste, his heat, his mark. I kept my mouth on him, my tongue flickering over the fading pulse of his length until his body finally began to soften and his grip on my neck relaxed into a caress.
When I finally pulled back, I lowered my head and rested my cheek against his thigh, my breath fanning across his skin.
“I trust you,” I whispered. “And thank you for hearing me.”
His hand came down slowly, fingers threading through my hair. “I would do anything you ask of me, little flame.”
His thumb brushed across my temple.
“I just ask you to be patient,” he said, his voice gentler now. “All in due time. I cannot compromise anyone’s safety.”
“How long?”
Talon’s hand stilled. I waited for his response but when I was greeted with only silence, I bit down on my bottom lip as my eyes began to water.
“You have had two hundred years to do the right thing. How long, Talon?”
He sighed, a long, heavy sound, and ran a hand through my hair, pulling me slightly closer. “Soon.”
I bit down on my lip harder, the metallic taste of blood chasing away the taste of him.