Aeromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 3)

Going down onto his knees behind her, he kissed her lower back. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She went on tiptoes when he parted her with a finger, but he held her in place with a hand on her hip.

“For the record,” he continued, “I didn’t walk out on you. I set you free.” He cupped her sex, holding her in a possessive way. “That freedom is over now.” Slipping a finger inside, he said, “Now, you’re mine.”

Pleasure rippled over her in waves. She wanted him. Her body never lied.

“It’s so damn hot when you’re so wet for me,” he said, straightening to press a kiss to her shoulder.

When she moaned at the loss of his finger, he rewarded her by turning her to face him and pulling her into his embrace.

“Too gentle,” she said, fisting her hands into his shirt. “Give it to me harder.”

Complying, he yanked her to him and resumed where he’d left off, teasing her with a finger inside. She uttered a sigh of ecstasy when he curled the digit and found her g-spot. He rubbed a thumb over her clit until her inner muscles clenched around the intrusion, but before the building tension eased, he stilled. He removed his glasses and left them on the shelf.

“Please,” she said, cupping his hand over her sex. “Don’t stop.”

Instead of complying, he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the earlier movements of his now non-moving finger.

“Please, Lann,” she whispered into their kiss. Warm air moved over her, cascading down her spine.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He nipped her bottom lip. “I want to taste you.”

He pulled out, making her feel empty. A second later he cupped her ass and dragged her closer to fasten a hot mouth around her nipple. Cool air contracted the hardened tip further as he planted a trail of kisses down to her stomach. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and gripped her waist to balance her. He didn’t make her wait longer. He parted her folds with his tongue and fucked her with shallow strokes.

She gripped the counter behind her. “Lann.”

He was teasing her, licking a slow path from the bottom of her slit to the nub between her folds.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, sitting back on his haunches.

She didn’t hesitate. “Take me harder.”

He lowered her leg and straightened slowly, applying light pressure with two fingers on her clit. Holding her eyes, he teased her some more by brushing those wicked fingers lightly over the nub that ached with need. Then, without warning, he thrust two fingers inside.

A gasp escaped her lips.

“Like this?” he asked, his heated gaze boring into hers.

“Yes.”

He rewarded her with another thrust, curling his fingers to rub a sensitive spot inside. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she said as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back to rest against the mirror.

“Say it again.”

“Yours.”

“Don’t ever forget that,” he whispered in her ear.

His touch disappeared. His heat vanished. She opened her eyes. Lann stood a step away.

“Will you walk out on me again?” he asked, undoing his pants.

She bit her lip. “No.”

He pulled down the zipper and freed himself. She wanted to touch and taste him. When she closed the small distance and folded her fingers around the thick base of his cock, he stilled her with a hand. She looked at him in confusion.

“My way,” he said, moving her hand away. “Your turn comes later.”

Gripping her hips, he turned her toward the mirror. He flattened a palm on her back and pushed her down until her ass was presented to him, much like he’d done during their first time in Santiago. He spread her thighs and stepped between her legs. The head of his cock nudged her entrance. She held her breath.

“I want to see your face,” he said in a hoarse voice. Gathering her hair into a ponytail at the base of her neck, he twisted the long strands around his fingers. “Ready?”

His hold was too tight to manage a nod, so she gave him her answer with her eyes.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said.

The words were nothing short of a warning. She swallowed. It was what she wanted. She watched the erotic sight play out in the reflection of the mirror. He caressed her back before grabbing the root of his cock to drag the head through her soaked folds. When he was well lubricated with her arousal, he fastened his fingers on her hip and pulled her against him at the same time as he pushed deep. In one, hard thrust, he was buried inside her as deep as he could go. The sensation was fire and ecstasy. He kept still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion before starting to move.

She gripped the counter for purchase. Each thrust wrenched the air from her lungs. Raw emotion carried on his hard strokes. Moving like a wild man, he possessed her body and claimed her soul. He moved like a man without restraint, but only someone who knew him as well as she did would know he was completely in control. He swelled inside her, stretching her inner muscles to extremes. If only he could grant his soul the same freedom he gave his body and let go of the pain in the same way he unleashed his lust. Her muscles clenched around him, a telltale sign that her release was close, but before she could go over, a smack reverberated in the room as his palm connected with her ass cheek. The impact stung. The heat of his palm scorched her skin. The bite of pain made her wetter, and she almost came.