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If she could only see herself the way he saw her. A creature of power and strength. At that moment, she could have asked anything of him, and he would have gladly given it. Anything.
Her eyes lingered over his body, over the marks of protection that covered him, the endless scars of countless battles. He’d let her take it in. The scar from a fae blade that had nearly struck his heart. The deeper one near his collarbone, a lesson taught in blood. With each touch, a piece of him opened to her. As if the old wounds were locks only she possessed the keys for. Hers was the most delicate touch he’d ever known. And now she teased him like a vixen. Challenging him.
He saw the hunger in her eyes when he pulled her against him so she could feel just how much he desired her. Sirus didn’t want to be rough, but he was beyond gentleness. He gathered her into his arms. Their kiss sent a shock of lightning coursing through his blood.
Gwendolyn wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, matching his hunger with her own. The rawness of her passion was intoxicating. The small sound of pleasure she made was like music. He immediately craved to hear it again.
Sirus broke away from her lips to feather kisses along her jaw. Her breath was short and ragged with need. He traced his tongue down the column of her neck, along that line of freckles he loved so much. She gasped, then whimpered.
In the garden, Sirus had wanted more. So much more. But this—this was beyond simple desire. He could sense her arousal. Could feel it through his skin. Never had a woman responded to him in this way. Lust and need, he’d known and understood. But never this kind of passion. Never trust.
He lifted his lips from her neck just enough to say, “If you wish me to stop, tell me.”
“Don’t stop,” Gwendolyn said through panted breath. “Please.”
Raw desire surged through him at hearing her plea, and a low growl vibrated within his chest. Her head fell back, and Sirus traced her collarbone with his tongue. “I want you, Gwendolyn,” he confessed. It was the most honest thing he’d ever said in his long life. “I want all of you.”
A desire he’d long held back. Too afraid to think, let alone say.
“Yes.”
A surge of excitement joined the fire pulsing through his blood. In one quick motion, he grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her. Gwendolyn coiled her legs around him. His desire to bury himself in her nearly overwhelmed him, but he would savor this. Cherish it. Every last kiss, caress, and touch.
He lowered her back onto the blankets and nipped at the soft flesh of her neck. The peaks of her breasts teased through the thin black cotton bra she wore. He might have said something about her beauty if he’d been able to form words. Instead, Sirus leaned in and nibbled at the milky skin above her right breast. Gwendolyn groaned, dark and luscious, in response. The sounds of her pleasure echoed through the room, through his bones.
Her silken skin was hot against his tongue. She arched her back toward him, beckoning him further. He traced his tongue around the edge of the thin black fabric of her bra.
“Sirus…” she gasped, digging her fingers further into his hair.
He hooked a finger around the bra and yanked it down. His mouth watered. He languished over the sensitive, peaked mound of one of her breasts with his tongue, teasing at it until she was panting so hard he could not bear it any longer. Sirus took her breast into his mouth. Gwendolyn threw her head back with a harsh cry of ecstasy and tightened her thighs around his waist so hard he ached.
He wanted more.
Sirus rasped a curse against her skin as he ravished her with his mouth. He became drunk off her soft moans and sharp, panting breaths.
Gwendolyn was a vision. Her soft, flushed skin and her chestnut hair that cascaded around her shoulders. He took her mouth in a deep kiss, and she matched each stroke of his tongue until he could take no more.
Sirus tore away and licked at the edge of her breast. She gasped a deep moan, arching her back into him. His hand ran down her body until it reached the hem of her skirt, and he slid it back up her thigh until it reached the groomed patch of hair at her sex. She was so wet, he nearly groaned himself.
She latched onto his arm, her breaths hot and fast. “Yes,” she panted.
Gently, he slid his finger against her and groaned over her nipple at her response. He slid another finger over her slick sex, and Gwendolyn moaned, rocking her hips against his touch, hunting for more. He was powerless to deny her.
Sirus pressed harder, stroking her again. She gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders. He relished the pain.
She looked down to find him staring up at her, his mouth still hovering over her nipple. “Sirus,” she exhaled, running her hand down his arm more gently.
He’d planned to draw it out, but he hungered for her cries. Sirus plunged one finger into her. He groaned as he watched Gwendolyn bite her lips together to stifle the scream that threatened to pour out of her. He wanted that scream.
Sirus swore as he took her breast back into his mouth and slid his finger inside her again. It only took three deep strokes before she was panting so wildly he knew she must be close. She writhed in time with his motions, desperate for more.
He pushed her higher and higher with each stroke. Her nails dug deeper into his arm. The moment he sensed she was right at the edge, Sirus plunged two fingers deep inside her. In two strokes, Gwendolyn found her ecstasy. Her cries nearly drove him to spill in his pants.
Sirus continued to caress her, drawing out her pleasure as she convulsed around him. Once she lay sated and limp, he lifted himself to place soft kisses up her glistening body. When he caressed her lips, her eyes fluttered open.
“You are beautiful,” he told her. He kissed her gently, but she deepened their embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Gwendolyn arched her hips, yanked her skirt down until it fell off the edge of the bed, then tore off her bra and sent it flying somewhere into the room. When she fingered at the button of his pants, Sirus growled at her impatience. He kicked off his boots, then reached down with one hand and slid his pants off his hips.
Her eyes were heavy with pleasure when she glanced down to find his hard tip hovering just above her thighs. She bit her lips together again, and he groaned.
