A full body shiver passed over her as his meaning broke across her mind.
“Let’s get the soap off.”
It took less than a minute to take care of business so that soon she stood in the bathroom drying off with a towel. Warren did the same.
When she was done, she plucked a wash cloth from a nearby shelf. He drew near, picked her up off her feet and shifted to levitation. She loved how fast he could move without banging into anything.
He flew to the bed flipped the covers back and settled her against the cool sheets. He then slid his hands beneath her thighs and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. When he sank to his knees, she uttered a soft cry.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She obeyed and watched his eyes flare. “You’re beautiful, Kiara, in every way.” He leaned down and kissed the mound of her sex first, then began to lick.
She cried out, but it was as much from the way her heart had swelled as by the sensation of his tongue stroking her sex. All this man, this muscle, this warrior, and she got to have him right now. Tears bit her eyes once more.
From the time she’d entered Five Bridges, she’d lost the hair covering her sex. She had no idea why this has been part of her experience. But as Warren started to suck on her, she was supremely grateful nothing stood between his mouth and her skin.
She was groaning heavily before he’d barely sucked and licked for thirty seconds. She looked down at him, at the way his head moved, bobbed and shifted about. When his tongue appeared, and took a long swipe over all her sensitive tissue, her whole body arched with pleasure.
Watching him dip lower, she knew what would come next.
She closed her eyes and for a moment couldn’t breathe.
Warren was here. With her. Tending to her. Taking care of her most primal need.
As he penetrated her body with his tongue, she slung her legs onto his shoulders and back. He rubbed his hands up and down her outer thighs as he plunged in and out.
She writhed. “I’m so close.”
The words spurred him on. He thrust harder, faster.
This was Warren. Man. Wolf. A mythological god and he was taking her to the heights.
Pleasure built, and suddenly erupted in an explosion of ecstasy. She gave a cry as waves poured through her, rising through her body and flooding her head.
He slowed down, but didn’t stop. He kept thrusting. She looked at him and she could see the wicked gleam in his eye. What?
You need to come again. Right now.
Before she knew what he meant to do, he placed a hand on her mons and small arcs of electricity flowed through her flesh. At the same time, he drove his tongue into her again, thrusting wickedly.
Her whole body did a kind of rolling arch. He pushed down harder in an erotic massage, more sparks of electricity then thrust faster.
She twisted one way then the other. Lights danced over her mind. The next thing she knew, ecstasy broke again only this time sharper, more intense.
She cried out once more as he kept pummeling her with his tongue. Waves of pleasure rolled through her sex, then her abdomen. Her entire chest expanded.
Finally, the sensations passed and she lay slack on the bed. He eased her legs off his shoulders. They were like jelly. She could hardly move she felt so good, so peaceful, so content.
He slid an arm beneath her back then the other behind her knees. He gently shifted her toward the middle of the bed.
He carefully positioned himself between her knees, then bent over her, planting his hands on either side of her shoulders. “Satisfied?”
He kissed her cheek, her forehead, her other cheek.
“Amazingly. Lights flashed in my head as I came.” She caressed his neck then his face. His skin was almost smooth, now, though a silvery remnant of the damage remained.
He glanced down at her chest where most of the torture had occurred. His deep voice rolled over her. “You were right about the scarring.”