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“Sleep isn’t what I want right now,” she murmured, studying his face. “If I am to die, first I want to live.”
She batted her long eyelashes at him and blood rushed to his groin. While holding eye contact, she picked up his wrist and placed his hand on her waist. His fingers dug gently into her soft flesh beneath the fabric of her dress.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “It might not be what you expect.”
“That’s the point. And yes, I’m sure.”
Riella lifted her knees toward the ceiling as Jarin’s pulse increased. He’d never wanted anything more than he wanted her in this moment. She let her knees fall open, revealing her translucent underwear, through which he could make out the delicate lines of her entrance. The material lying over her opening was dark with dampness, making him half-mad with desire.
Jarin pulled himself up to kneel between her legs, his hands resting on her slender calves. The sight before him made his erection harder than steel. She rested her arms above her head, her platinum hair splayed around her like a halo. In the pale moonlight, she glowed like the otherworldly being that she was.
Grasping one of her ankles, he lifted her leg to his mouth and kissed the inner line of her calf. His eyes were still on her face, and she smiled. As he kissed his way over her knee and to her thigh, he trailed his fingers up her other leg.
The intoxicating scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, making his blood surge. He put one large hand on her hip and with the other, traced small circles on the damp spot of her underwear, barely grazing the tender flesh beneath it. She squirmed with pleasure.
“I want more,” she whispered.
You and me both, he thought.
Every muscle in his body was tense with the effort of preventing himself from taking down his trousers, tugging her sodden underwear to the side, and spearing himself into her sweet pinkness.
But he couldn’t do that to her. Not tonight. Despite her insistence that she wanted to experience everything life had to offer, she didn’t truly know what she was asking for. She couldn’t comprehend how overwhelming his cock would feel if he unleashed himself on her, when she’d never had sex before. He would work up to it.
Licking his lips, he tore off her underwear and cast them aside. She was even more perfect without the constraints of the fabric. Her slick opening was flushed a delicate rose color, the paler outer edges merging with the pearly cast of the rest of her skin.
At the top of the folds was her shining, swollen little clit. With a groan of longing, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth firmly to her drenched folds. She exhaled sharply in surprise, then sucked in a long breath while writhing on the sheets.
Jarin ran his tongue from the very bottom of her slit, all the way up the center. He stopped on her clit and applied a pulsing pressure, which made Riella moan. Before she could get used to the sensation, he ran his tongue in random, ceaseless patterns across her wet folds. Whenever he reached her clit, he encircled it with his tongue and kissed it.
When he felt the telltale tensing of her body, he slid his tongue into her entrance, as far as he could go, moaning at the exquisite fragrance and tightness of her. He smiled to himself, because she really did taste like the ocean, only sweeter.
He worked his way back up to her clit, running his tongue across it in a steady, coaxing rhythm. Then he slid two fingers inside of her slick folds, the pressure of her muscles immediate and intense against his intrusion. But she drilled herself down on his fingers, moaning, and he drove a third inside.
He alternated smoothly between thrusting into her depths and hooking his fingers to touch the soft spot inside that turned her moaning into rapid pants. While sliding his fingers into her, he kept the relentless pressure on her swollen clit with his tongue.
When she reached the pinnacle of pleasure, he felt the waves moving through her body, from her core outward.
Yet, he did not let up. His face drenched with her desire, he continued until she crested another wave, and then another.
Only when she was weakened and breathless on the sheets did he finally release her from his mouth and hands.
When he moved to lie next to her, she buried her face in his neck. And it made his heavily guarded heart burst wide open.
CHAPTER 19
The next morning, Riella and Jarin set off into the ocean on a rowboat to contact her friends.
“Do you believe this will work?” asked Jarin, his body moving with the steady back and forth of his strokes.
He was much better at rowing than Riella, having the advantage of years of experience. The siren found handling the oars to be cumbersome and awkward. Hieros Isle out of sight, the glittering blue ocean extended in every direction.
“I can only hope,” she replied, struggling to make the oar enter the water at the correct angle. “I haven’t tried to Send since Polinth changed me. I’m not sure I can still do it.”
“I suppose we’ll find out.”
The siren had awoken that morning in his arms. For a few blissful seconds, she’d forgotten everything bad about her past, present, and future. All she felt was the soft tickle of the morning breeze through the window and the lingering glow of the pleasure he’d given her in the early hours of the morning, when the moon still shone.
But the peace did not last, and cruel reality came flooding back. Ferrante’s prophetic words repeated in her head. In her mind’s eye, she saw the red flash of Polinth’s spell as he caught Seraphine.
