I pulled back just enough to speak against her.
“Yes, princess,” I murmured, licking her between the words. “Come on my face.”
Her eyes flew open. Golden.
Furious.
Needy.
Mine.
“Our face?” Aiden said dryly from somewhere above her breast.
I ignored him because he was ruining the poetry.
“Drown me,” I told her. “I want all of it.”
“Keres,” she breathed.
Finally.
Fuck.
My name from her mouth first thing in the morning.
Better than coffee.
Better than pancakes.
Better than being a decent member of society, which sounded boring anyway.
I slipped my other hand under her thigh and looked up at her, letting the question move through the bond before I touched her anywhere else.
She felt it.
Understood it.
Her answer came back hot and immediate.
“Yes please”.
Gods bless my filt
