Hydromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 4)

“Lie down on the bed,” he said, “and spread your legs for me, baby girl.”

She climbed onto the bed and lay down on the cool satin. The mattress dented with his weight as he knelt between her knees. He lowered himself over her until their bodies almost touched. His happy trail teased the skin of her stomach until the urge to crush herself against him was so big that it took all her restraint to keep still.

He moved down another inch and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. He took his time tasting her mouth. This time, there was no frantic panting, groping, and cutting of lips or tongues. He sucked on her tongue, slowly and deeply, making a delicious thrill run down her spine. The nip she gave his bottom lip made him groan and rotate his hips. She bit down softly, just to test her power. Grabbing her face between his hands, he tore his lips from hers with a soft pop.

“Slowly, Maya. Let me have control.”

He went back to kissing her, the caress quickly growing in intensity. Soon, they were both breathing hard, their hands roaming hungrily over each other’s bodies. He moved down to nip at the tender skin of her neck. After each sharp bite, he trailed his tongue over the mark, licking away the hurt. The biting and licking sent sensual shivers over her body. Her skin broke out in goosebumps. Her breasts felt heavy, and her clit throbbed with ache.

A strange, warm feeling spread through her. It coursed through her veins with a promise of pleasure. She wanted him to sink his teeth into her. The feeling was primal and intense, bordering on madness. She wanted it more than she’d ever needed an orgasm. Is this what Gabriela had felt when she’d moaned under Tim’s body? She dispelled the unwelcome image. There was no place for a picture of Tim’s fangs in another woman’s flesh in her mind tonight.

Her breath caught when he sucked on her skin. “Is this it? Are you biting me?”

He chuckled. “Not by far. I’m fondling you.”

She reveled at his choice of words. In many ways, he was an old-fashioned gentleman, but his clever, experienced mouth and hands knew exactly what she needed. She cried out when he brought down his head to graze a nipple with his teeth. She arched toward him, needing more. Her control was slipping. She was letting go, trusting him with her body and giving him permission to do as he pleased. The moment her mind acknowledged the fact, she went limp in his arms.

He uttered a satisfied groan at her non-verbal submission, and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. She started panting when he rolled the hardened tip of her other breast between a thumb and forefinger. She couldn’t help the needy sounds that came from her mouth.

He lifted his head to look down at her. “Is your pussy wet for me yet?”

Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t conjure an answer.

“I’m going to make you scream, Maya.”

He flicked his warm tongue over her other breast, lapping and teasing gently. Just when she relaxed once more, he locked his teeth around her nipple. The bite of pain as he clamped down sent heat to her core. Helpless to hold herself in, she arched again and uttered the scream he’d promised she would.

He planted a gentle kiss on her throbbing nipple and trailed butterfly kisses over her breasts to her stomach. His lips weren’t warm but cool and strangely soothing, like an after-sun balm. Another cry slipped from her tongue as he bit into the flesh below her navel before catching the golden ring in her piercing with his teeth. He tugged, making her tense, and then he made her forget everything else as he planted a kiss between her legs. When he hitched up her knees, she knew she was going to come undone.

He traced a thumb over her slit from the bottom to the top, gathering her arousal. “So wet for me.” He pressed the pad of his thumb inside. “So tight.”

She lifted her hips, but he didn’t give her more than that delicate invasion. He pulled out, using both thumbs to part her folds as he lowered his head. He ran his tongue over her pussy before pushing inside gently.

Gripping his hair, she said, “I want you inside me.”

He ignored her plea, continuing the torturous pace of his tongue.

“Tim, please.”

He took his sweet time to explore her with his mouth. Watching her face, he flicked his tongue over her clit in a steady rhythm until she couldn’t take more. After several long moments of that sweet torture, he sucked the bundle of nerves between his lips before grazing the aching flesh with his teeth. She was so close. One nip, and he’d send her over.