“Ra’as,” she moaned, tangling her hands in his hair and desperately fighting his hands to angle her hips to his mouth. “Please…”
He groaned into her and sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking and caressing with his tongue.
The pleasure was almost unbearable. Emilia was flying, colors exploding behind her eyelids, as her climax splintered her into glimmering pieces.
Ra’as continued to lavish her with his mouth until the last waves of ecstasy faded.
“Ra’as,” she murmured, reaching for him.
“You were drinking,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “That’s all for tonight.”
“For tonight?” she echoed, feeling hopeful and disappointed at the same time.
But he was already dressing her again, pulling her panties back on over her boots and pulling the bodice of her dress up to cover her breasts, kissing the top of each one before it disappeared.
When she was fully covered again, he licked his lips and leaned back on his heels.
“Go to bed, Emilia,” he said. “Before I change my mind.”
His eyes were wild with unsatisfied lust, but his tone was stern and final.
She scrambled off the chair, her legs wobbling a bit.
“That’s not from the drink I had,” she told him. “That’s from… you.”
“Is it?” he asked with a pleased expression, straightening up and taking her arm. “Why don’t I walk you to your room, just to make sure?”
Her heart leapt at the idea of getting him alone in her room.
“Don’t get any big ideas,” he chuckled. “I’m going to take you to your room like a gentleman.”
She frowned and he smiled even harder, then scooped her up in his arms.
“I’ll just carry you,” he said lightly. “That way you can’t get into any trouble.”
She buried her face in his chest, breathing him in as he took her into the foyer and up the dark staircase.
Before she even had time to get comfortable, he was lowering her to the floor outside her room.
“Thank you,” she said awkwardly, wanting to kiss him.
“It was my pleasure,” he told her, cupping her cheek and kissing her gently, as if he had read her mind.
She could taste herself on his lips, but she kissed him back anyway, feeling wanton.
Too soon, he pulled back.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Emilia,” he said softly.
“See you in the morning,” she echoed.
He waited until she opened her door and then disappeared down the stairs, leaving her to watch after him in wonder.