Rell threaded her fingers through his hair and arched her back, welcoming every divine lave of his tongue. “We still wear far too many clothes,” she panted.
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” he said against her breast. Siban knelt and kissed his way down her stomach. Never halting his sweet assault against her skin, he effectively rid her of her boots, pants, and woolen hose.
When she was completely nude he stood and kicked his boots free and liberated himself of his remaining clothes. Her gaze took in the perfection of his body. Each muscle defined and each tiny white scar beautiful. Dark brown curls fell to just below his chin and his hazel eyes glimmered bright against his tan skin.
He moved back to her and wound his arms around her waist, lifting her and capturing her mouth again. She opened to him, snaking her arms around his neck and pulling him close. She wrapped her legs around his waist and though his cock pressed against her, he did not push to enter her. His mouth slanted over her, his tongue taunting and teasing her as he shuffled backward.
When he reached the bed, he stopped and knelt again, setting her on top of the duvet at the edge of the mattress. With a tug, he untied the binding holding her hair and worked the braid with his fingers until her hair hung in long, loose stands against her back. After another minute of glorious kissing, he pulled away and looked at her. “I’m going to give you a lot of pleasure tonight.”
She smiled and brushed her fingers through his hair. “I have no doubt.”
“Lie back.” His gaze burned bright, sending waves of excitement through her. When she began to scoot further onto the bed to allow for his body, he placed a hand on her knee. “Right here. Lie back.”
After a second of hesitation, she did as he asked and waited for him to join her. But instead of climbing on the bed, he moved forward to kneel between her legs. The shock of being so exposed to his gaze caused her to tense. She lifted her head and looked at him, unsure about what was going to happen next or what she was supposed to do.
A wicked smile creased his mouth. “Just lie there and enjoy.”
She did as he asked and closed her eyes, trying to keep her embarrassment at bay. Her body flinched when the warmth of Siban’s breath brushed against the inside of her thighs and he pressed a soft, moist kiss against her skin. Rell gasped at the intimate feel of his mouth on her.
Gliding upward, he slid his tongue along her thigh and gently blew. A shiver ran through her, which was in direct contrast to the heat building between her legs. His mouth drew closer to the sensitive place that ached for his touch. His fingers stroked her curls and slid along her lips, opening them to his touch.
Rell gasped again and arched when the tips of his fingers brushed her clit. “Siban.”
“Shhhh.” His gentle encouragement soothed her maidenly alarm but did nothing to clear the confusion of wanting more but not knowing exactly what she yearned for.
Before she could reply, his tongue slipped along her lips and laved her clit. Rell’s eyes popped open and her back arched off the bed in response to the unfamiliar pleasure of his caress. His arms wrapped around her legs, his hands gripping her thighs to keep them open. She released several shallow breaths and tried to relax, letting her knees fall wide.
Again he touched her with his mouth, stroking her most private area with his tongue. It had been one thing to have him take her against the wall face to face, but this kind of lovemaking was like nothing she’d ever heard of. In the Shadow World, the demons she’d seen fornicating were rough and unyielding, never gentle in the way Siban touched her now.
The need to see him tugged at her. She lifted her head. Instantly her desire soared. The vision of Siban between her legs, loving her with his mouth, ignited emotions that ran the gamut from modesty to wanton voyeurism.
He lifted his eyes, and they burned into her. She shouldn’t stare, but what she wanted was to look her fill, watch every splendid stoke he delivered to her. Siban released one of her thighs and reached up her to caress her breast as he continued to lick her. The air left her body as the sensations mingled, driving her higher.
Becoming bolder, Rell lifted to rest on one elbow and give him better access to her breasts. He continued to hold her gaze, his mouth working her while his fingers plucked at her nipple. Unable to resist, she lifted higher, let her knees fall open, and twined her fingers in his hair. Prickles of pleasure pooled between her legs. Her grip in his hair tightened, and she lifted her hips in response to each stroke of his tongue.
Then he released her other thigh, his hand disappearing from her sight. When she lifted her hips again, he slid a finger inside her, filling a need she didn’t know she had. Sweet torture. Every caress and lick drove her toward the climax she knew awaited her. Another finger dipped inside her and Rell’s body rose from the bed. She pulled his mouth closer, desperate to find her release.
First his tongue would flick against her sensitive bud and then he would suck, his gaze never leaving her. A low growl hummed against her, telling Rell he very much liked the pleasure he was giving her. Faster his tongue flicked and his fingers pumped, ratcheting her beyond control. She dropped back to the bed and dug her heels into the duvet, riding his mouth until her body exploded.
She convulsed with each lick as he continued to torment her until she finally released her hold on his hair and lay panting on the bed. Siban lifted his head and rose, crawling onto the bed to cover her with his body.
Rell twined her arms around his neck and dragged his mouth to hers. She could taste herself on his lips, could feel his desire pressing between her thighs. She opened her legs wide and reached between them, shifting to guide his cock into her. There was no hesitation this time when he slid inside, filling her.
No words were spoken, only quiet breaths from Siban as he slowly pushed in and withdrew. His fingers twined with hers and slid them along the duvet until her arms were above her head. Again he tilted his hips and slid deep into her.
“You feel so good, Rell. Just like I’d always imagined you would be. Slow, tight.”
He released her hands and shifted to his knees, bringing Rell with him into a sitting position. Her legs hugged his on either side. She wrapped her arms around his neck, liking the freedom the new position afforded her. When he pushed into her again, she lifted his languid thrust and then lowered her body back onto his cock.
“That’s nice,” he whispered.
He gripped her rear end and he began to guide her up and down, keeping rhythm with his pace. Each time he entered her, his expression tightened and relaxed when he withdrew.
“Rell.” Her name slipped from his lips and his pace quickened.
Sparks of pleasure spiraled through her. Her whimpers mingled with his name each time he plunged into her and buried his cock. “Siban.”
She gripped his shoulders to keep her momentum and rhythm constant. A moan flowed from him and he pumped several more times, drawing her toward her release. Another push and her body shattered into a thousand pieces. She cried out, her nails digging into his flesh and her head tilting forward to push against his shoulder.
Suddenly Siban’s body went rigid and he buried himself one final time, holding her hips tight against him as shudders racked his body. A cry tore from his lips but quickly died, strangling in his throat as his climax washed over him. He held her against him, his hips undulating under her while his body trembled with its release.
Chapter Twenty-four
Preparations were minimal for their journey north. Besides weapons and clothing, they packed nothing else. Rell’s wedding dress was the only exception. Because they would be traveling in Rhys’s ship, the crew was taking care of food and preparing their cabins. Once at Alba they would be staying at Rhys’s home, Alba Haven.