Secrets of Sin (24 page)

Wandering down her body, his hands cupped her hips and tilted them slightly. Farther down, he dipped his head, his tongue stroking the inside of her thighs with lazy flicks. The more she spread her thighs, the more Reinier moved upward. When she opened up for him completely and parted her legs, he took in her scent that whispered like silk over his skin, felt its balminess on his lips, its taste a rich syrup on his tongue.

Burying his face against her, his tongue flicked over her once, twice, savoring that unique, musky fragrance. His grip tightened to hold her in place the instant before he closed his mouth fully over her. He suckled gently and felt her shiver against his lips. Slowly, he lapped her creamy folds with the flat of his tongue, nibbled and nipped at her, teased the tight nub at the top of her sex with the tip of his tongue with gentle but rapid flicks.

Every soft gasp from her when he suckled, every quiver of her body, every breathy moan sent the building desire faster and faster through his veins. Her hips’ response became violent and he knew he’d bring her any moment now.

She arced, then her body came off the bed and she cried his name. Reinier closed his eyes while he drank her sweet honey, kissing and lapping at her just a little longer until her ecstasy abated.

He pulled away and wandered up her luscious body, dragging his tongue with hungry licks up, flicking over the elongated pebbles of her nipples. Then he settled in between her legs, which promptly wrapped around his waist. He felt her arch under him to increase the pressure of his cock against her wet core, but he remained still.

“‘Why then,’” Reinier hissed the last line of the poem. “‘What need’st thou have more covering than a man.’” He drew his hips upward and entered her in a slow thrust.

Again, a delicious shiver tickled down his spine as he felt himself slide in, sheathed to the hilt in her moist heat, each one of her muscles gripping him.

His pulse pitched when he heard her whisper his name again and again. He felt stunned, yet his head spun. Bliss exploded throughout his body and mind.

Before he started to move, his mouth took hers again in a heated kiss. Then their lips parted.

He saw the fire of ecstasy in the turquoise blue depths of her eyes, saw flames of passion, but above all, he saw the bright blaze of her love for him.

A tender smile grew on his face. That moment he knew that nothing could ever wipe that smile away again. At long last, he was no longer alone, no longer running from something he’d never really understood. Finally, he was truly free; free to love and to cherish her like she deserved—and to be loved in return.

“I love you, Emiline,” Reinier said with a happy sigh.