Page 207 of Revels on an Angel’s Grave

Emmeline’s heart raced at his words, and her core ached for him. Roremar stared down at her in disbelief, thumb trailing over her glistening lips. “You look fucking divine.”

“Fuck me like I am,” she breathed.

Roremar’s silver eyes glowed. “I plan to. Every day for the rest of my life.”

He leaned over her, shimmying her sleeves off her shoulders.

“Three.” He dragged the skirt up her body, watching every inch, every scar it exposed.

“Three?” Emmeline asked as she lifted her hips then arms, and he tossed the pile of blue fabric aside, leaving her in only lace panties and the chain baring his ring.

“Three,” Roremar repeated, sitting back on his heels, dark ink covering his arms and torso, muscles taut. He braced a hand on each of her knees, spreading them and taking her in, snake bites and all. “You’ve given me one, but you’re going to come three times tonight. One for the two times I had to watch you finish without you being mine and another to outnumber them.”

Emmeline’s breath hitched as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. “You say that like it’s a threat.”

“With the way we’re going to ruin each other, it is.” Another kiss to the inside of her thigh, lingering on the most brutal scar with such tender care, she wouldn’t be surprised if the mark disappeared.

“Fates,” Emmeline panted.

Roremar flashed a satisfied smirk and pressed a kiss to the lace barely covering her, his mouth hot against her soaked center. His fingers curled around the waistband.

“Lie back, Huntress.”

Then, he ripped them down her legs and replaced them with his mouth.

And fucking Fates, he was good with his fingers, but Roremar’s mouth was divine. He parted her and licked up her center, sucking with such perfect pressure, her back arched.

Roremar looked up at her as he ruined her, dark hair drooping across his eyes, that stare ravenous and possessive. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer, and tilting her hips to angle her exactly as he wanted.

Ravenous, possessive, and commanding.

And Emmeline wanted to see more of it—would let him do anything he wanted to her.

“Angels,” she panted as his tongue swirled, her head tipping back.

Roremar gripped her tighter, two fingers plunging into her entrance. Pressing a kiss to her thigh, he rubbed tight circles at the apex of her thighs. “So starsdamned divine. I’m so lucky to get to love you, Emmeline.”

“Fates,” she breathed as heat tunneled through her, as her core clenched and thighs squeezed tighter. “I love you, Roremar.”

His mouth dropped back to her pussy as she said it, and she dug her hands into his hair. He took his time, tongue and fingers in perfect rhythm until she was crying out his name, her unintelligible pleas to the Fates slurring together with each second.

“That’s it, Emmeline. Take everything.”

She took and took. And he didn’t relent until she came down, tear-streaked eyes blurring the stars spinning overhead.

Slowly, Roremar pressed kisses up her stomach as his fingers slowed. He stopped at her breasts, lavishing each, and she nearly came again from the unexpected bite of pleasure where she was so sensitive. His other hand toyed with his ring against her chest, the metal burning into her skin.

Roremar looked at her like every fortune began and ended with her, like he was committing this moment to memory.

She took him in in turn. Clothes fully lost at some point, kneeling between her legs, tattooed body immaculate. Fates, he was perfect. Every inch, down to his very soul. Perfectly carved from some kind of legend and perfect for her.

The shape of his shoulders, the cut of muscles she was desperate to feel above her, the carved V pointing toward his cock that was sinful in her mouth but that she needed to feel inside her.

“Two,” Emmeline panted once she finally found her breath.

“Two,” he echoed, as breathless as she was.

He hauled her lips to his, his commanding movements making her feverish. After so long of being told he couldn’t have her, he was taking. She matched him, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing until Roremar lay beneath her.