Aeromancist - The Beginning (Seven Forbidden Arts 2)

Her hand shook as she traced the wound on his stomach. His muscles quivered under her touch. When she lifted her eyes, she saw tenderness in his gaze.

He thumbed away a tear that had slipped free. “I know it’s ugly. You don’t have to look.”

Wriggling from his embrace, she moved down his body and kissed each cut. He groaned. It could’ve been from pain, so she kept her touch light, careful not to put pressure in her caresses. Lann kept perfectly still, lying on his back with his hands next to him on the bed, his palms down, while she soothed him by pressing her lips on his torso and injured shoulder.

Under her exploration, his chest started moving more rapidly. His heart thudded under her fingertips. Her hand slid down his body until she reached the hardness of his erection. He jerked at her touch and throbbed in her hand as she squeezed gently. She lifted herself over his body and kissed a path down his stomach, over the hard muscles of his pelvis, until she found her destination. Holding his eyes, she wrapped her hands around his cock and licked the crest. Lann hissed, and the muscles in his thighs bunched.

“Krasavitsa.” He groaned when she swirled her tongue around the head.

He tasted of male lust and a wild promise, and she loved it. She took her time savoring him, trailing her tongue up and down his shaft. With her free hand, she cupped his testicles. She tested the weight gently before drawing her nails over the skin.

He lifted his shoulders off the mattress to look at her. “Ah, Katherine.”

Happy with the reaction she elicited, she lowered her lips over him and took him slowly with her mouth. He bunched the sheets in his hands, but he refrained from touching her, as if he understood that this was her turn.

He hissed again when she took him deeper, as far as she could, and when she kneeled between his legs, he pushed up on his elbows to watch her. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and met his gaze. His eyes were narrowed to slits of deep gold. A muscle twitched in his jaw. When she increased her pace and the pressure of her lips, he gritted his teeth. The specs of color in his eyes started to shift. His shaft thickened in her hand.

“Fuck.” He panted.

She moved faster. For once, she wanted him to lose control. The only place she dared lose hers was in his arms, but now she wanted to give what she got from him. She wanted to take care of him and make him feel safe.

His voice was guttural when he said, “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Katherine.”

The words came as a warning. A second later, he gripped her hair, keeping her in place while he worked himself in and out of her mouth. He pushed to the back of her throat until she panicked she would suffocate before he eased out marginally to let her breathe. He fucked her lips until she saw white sparks behind her eyes. Her jaw ached from the stretch. Just as she thought she couldn’t take more, his body convulsed. He kept her in place, spilling his release into her mouth. He tasted of allure and power, and she wanted all of him. She took every drop. She sucked him clean and kept him in her mouth until he let go of her hair and fell back onto the mattress. Only when he started to soften did she release him. She crawled up his side under the crook of his arm and searched his lips.

He kissed her eagerly, pressing her to him while cupping her face. He kissed her like he sometimes said her name, as if she was the only woman on earth, the only woman in his life.

She was breathless when he let her go. He pulled her head down to the hollow of his shoulder. She closed her eyes and inhaled his masculine scent. Right now, she felt safe. She wanted Lann always to be safe.

She could’ve easily drifted off again, but when his body tensed she knew he was going to get up.

“Stay,” he said, kissing her lips. “I have business to take care of, but I love the sight of you sleeping in my bed.”

She gave him a lazy smile. “However tempting that sounds, I’m desperate for a shower.”

He got up and offered his hand. “Then have it with me.”

When she placed her hand in his, he brought her fingers to his lips and kissed the ring. He didn’t say what was on his mind. He didn’t have to.Later, while getting dressed in her own bedroom, Kat dialed Diana.

“Hey,” she said when her friend answered with a yawn. “I just wanted to apologize for last night.”