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The pain in my body was nothing compared to the feeling that radiated between us.
"It's my pleasure," I said, stroking her hair back away from her face.
I didn't need to speak the words. We both knew that the last tether of the geas had not been broken.
Her smile was full of sorrow and concern, but I caressed her cheek and shook my head. "No. Don't worry. I can do this."
I gently lifted her head from my lap and slipped out from beneath her, bundling blankets up to make a pillow. After crawling to the other end of her body, I rested at her feet.
"I saved the best for last," I said. My breath felt ragged in my chest, but it wasn't with concern this time. It was because if she let me, I would taste her, give her the pleasure I'd been dreaming of. "If you'll let me."
"We cannot-"
"I know. I can't have sex with you. This is… Not quite sex, but something just as intimate."
I saw a shiver run through her body, as if in anticipation, and her hips ground a little circle.
"But what if-"
"Please, Selene." I crawled up her body so that I was hovering over her, face to face. "Let me taste you. Let me love you. If I'm going to die, then I want to do it between your legs. I need you."
She thrust herself up, crushing her lips to mine, claiming me with that kiss. I lingered there, unable to stop myself from pressing against her. She flung a leg over me, and I couldn't help but grind the bulge of my cock against her core. God, I wanted her so badly, but if all I could do was taste her, then that was what I would do.
Selene
Brody left me panting,wanting more. I wished he could thrust himself inside me, sheath his cock. I ached to be filled.
He could not know it, but he was the first man I had ever felt this way about. The first man I wanted to mate with. Of course, I had looked upon others as they moved within the retreat, but no one had ever taken my fancy in the way that he did.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his breathing ragged with want.
I nodded, unable to speak, uncertain I even could. I did not know what he was about to do, but I knew I wanted it. His hug had been lovely, his massage so soothing, but his kiss had heated me up and the sight of him between my legs made me burn for him.
He moved back, his hands sliding down my body to rest on my knees. He paused only a moment before he pushed them out, splaying my legs. I moved my clawed feet, making room for him there, my core pulsing, wanting. I felt exposed in a way that I had never had before.
And then he slid his hands down my thighs, parting them even wider, his thumbs dragging up the fabric of my skirt. My breath caught in my chest as he leaned down, his tongue tracing along my inner thigh to where his hands were. Only a sliver of dirty fabric coveredme. My mother had refused to bring me fresh clothing, but Brody looked at me as though I was wearing the most beautiful gown. Or wearing nothing at all.
He bit his lip, plump from kissing me.
"I want to taste you. Can I?"
Unable to speak, I nodded my head, a tremor running through my body. I was nervous, excited, and could not understand why the geas had not already broken. Even the waiting, the wanting, was delicious.
And then he pushed the fabric aside, his lips opening in a gasp as he laid eyes on my most intimate part.
"Feathers," he whispered, shaking his head in amazement. I pressed my thighs together, squeezing him out, all sense of pleasure disappearing. He found me strange. Human women didn't look like this; I'd known that from the windows I'd spied through, but I'd forgotten in the heat of passion.
"No," he said firmly, sliding a hand between my legs. I pressed harder, but then looked at him, saw his gentle smile. "You're amazing, beautiful, wondrous. I've just never seen… please. I want to feel you."
I breathed deep, forced myself to relax at his touch, to let him open my thighs and graze his tongue against the skin there again as his fingers dipped to my mound. He ran them softly through the downy feathers and I could feel him smile against my thigh.
"You're amazing," he murmured. "Unlike anyone I have ever known." He kissed me again, edging ever closer to my core. "And not just because of this."
He slipped his fingers down, sliding through the feathers to part them and expose my lips. I had no knowledge of what he expected to see, what he wanted, but all thought was driven from my mind a moment later when he licked along my slit, his hot breath heating me more than I already was.
"Brody," I whimpered, one hand going to his head, gripping his hair. I tried to sit, but he pushed me back with one hand, the other still on my mound, parting me wider as he pressed his tongue against me again, laving me until he hit my clitoris and sucked the hard nub into his mouth.
"Oh gods of wind," I gasped on an exhale. His lips curved, and I knew he was smiling at the delight he was giving me, and it was. I could feel every nerve in my body tighten in response to his efforts. Somehow, he had a hand beneath me now, a finger circling my entrance as he continued to work on my nub, sucking, licking, his tongue flicking down to dart inside me now and then.
