And when she climaxed against his tongue, her heels digging into his flesh, her fingers clutching his hair, he nearly came himself.
He lapped until it left her, and only then pulled himself over her, holding his weight on a forearm in the bed, giving her his warmth, and nibbling at her neck as her breath steadied.
He shifted his mouth to her ear.
“Okay?”
“You’re…that was…I can’t even…you’re, um…”
He lifted his head and grinned arrogantly at her.
“Talented?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been robbed of the ability to think. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
He nipped her bottom lip, soothed it with his tongue, absorbed the tremor that caused, and promised, “There’s more to come, and it’s even better.”
“Oh boy.”
He nuzzled their noses, shifted to his back taking her with him and reached for the covers that had slid off them to pull over their bodies.
She was a heavy weight against him, and he lay, pleased with himself, understanding she was even still recovering.
It took some time before she asked, “Is it your turn?”
He started and tipped his chin down to look at her.
She was gazing up at him, and the heat was back in her eyes.
“You don’t have—” he began.
“You’re in a state,” she pointed out.
He did not need to look at the covers to understand the veracity of her statement, he was living it.
“My condition will fade.”
“Isn’t there a better way to see to that condition?”
He began to gather her to pull her face to face with him so he could have her close as he explained how her offer was most wanted, though it was unnecessary, but she fought it, watching him closely.
“You won’t deny me,” she said, wonder in her voice.
He wouldn’t. Anything she desired, if it was in his power to give, he’d never deny it.
But this…
“You mustn’t feel you need to do this, my love. I’ll be fine. I can wait.”
“I don’t want you to wait. I want something else for you. And you’re going to give it to me.”
“Satrine—”
She bent and touched her lips to his throat.
Her soft hair spread across his jaw, his chest, and he quieted.
Then she slid down and kissed his chest.
After that, mimicking the things he did to her, she explored, starting at his nipples, then down his stomach, tracing a path either side, top—and bottom—of his bandage.
And then, after she pulled away his shorts, he watched, his balls drawing up as did his knees, as she staked claim to his cock in her fist.
And with not a moment’s hesitation, she swallowed him whole.
He felt the back of her throat and her lips touch her fingers.
Extraordinary.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted.
She tipped her eyes to him, sucked, bobbed, and he was a man with experience. He was a man who knew control.
But this was his woman.
He was falling in love with her.
And it was the first time she’d sucked his cock.
So he did something he hadn’t done since he was a young buck.
He broke.
Pulling away, coming to his knees, he gently took her hair in his hand, positioned her, she moaned her pleasure as she sensed what was coming, opened her mouth over his cockhead, and he commenced fucking her face.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he groaned, watching her hungrily take him.
She grasped his thigh to hold on, sucking through his thrusts.
Loren reached out and yanked her shift up so he could see her arse sway as she absorbed the drives, feeling the rapture of her mouth and thinking about taking her cunt with that outstanding arse in his hands.
And he tried to pull out when the time was nigh.
But she took hold of his hips firmly in both hands, which made his orgasm, which was going to be huge, an orgasm that was earth-shattering.
He came and he came, and he fucking came in her mouth, thrusting through it, and she swallowed it all down greedily.
Every drop.
He wasn’t nearly recovered when he pulled out, caught her under the arms, and dragged her up, growling, “Come here.”
She had no choice.
She was there.
He fell to his back with her on him.
He felt the pain dig in at his side, the laces stitching into his flesh pulling, but he didn’t give a fuck.
She did.
“Loren! Your injury.”
“Look at me,” he commanded in a tone, even Satrine didn’t hesitate.
She gave him her eyes.
“You’re bloody perfect,” he proclaimed.
“Baby,” she breathed, her gaze softening.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Perfect,” he decreed.
That was when her body softened on top of him, and she said, “You are too.”
He didn’t respond, just lifted a hand to her face so he could glide his thumb across the lips that spoke those words.
Spoke them and believed them.
“That was a lot, er, um…was that a lot?”
He didn’t know what she was asking, so he guessed.
“Of my seed?”
She nodded.
“It was a lot,” he confirmed. “My climax was thorough.”
“Okay, that’s good.”
“It’s very good.”