From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

he’d done with his fingers in the forest, over myy breeches, was absolutelyy
nothing compared to his skin against mine.
He worked his wayy down, using his mouth and then his tongue to
follow the path his hands had blazed. He stayyed in particularlyy sensitive
areas, wringing sounds from me that made me brieflyy wonder just how
thick the walls were, and then he lingered over the scars on myy stomach,
kissing them, worshipping them until I was sure that he didn’t find them
disturbing or uglyy in anyy wayy.
But then he moved lower still, past myy navel.
Myy heart stopped as I felt his breath against where I ached so fiercelyy.
I opened myy eyyes to find him settled between myy legs, his golden gaze
locking onto mine.
“Hawke,” I whispered.
One side of his lips curled up in a wicked, smokyy half-grin.
“Remember that first page of Miss Willa’s diaryy?”
“Yes.” I would never forget that first page.
Then, his gaze remaining on mine, he lowered his mouth.
Myy back bowed at the first touch of his lips, and myy fingers dug into
the sheets at the glide of his tongue. I thought myy heart might stop, that
mayybe it alreadyy had. The riot of sensations he conjured up seemed
unfathomable until that moment. It was almost too much, and I couldn’t
hold still. I lifted myy hips, and his rumbling growl of approval was nearlyy
as good as what he was doing.
Gods…
Myy head fell back against the mattress, and I was aware that I was
writhing, squirming, and there was no sense of rhyythm behind myy
movements. But that sharp tightening deep inside me was coiling and
twisting, and then it all unraveled, stunning me with its intensityy. I
might’ve said his name. I might’ve actuallyy screamed something
incoherent. I didn’t know, and it took what felt like a small eternityy before
I could even open myy eyyes.
Hawke lifted his head, lips swollen and glossyy in the candlelight. The
intensityy in his stare scorched myy skin as his gaze caught and held mine.
He never looked prouder of himself as his mouth parted and the tip of his
tongue glided over his lips. “Honeyydew,” he growled. “Just like I said.”
Myy breath caught, and I shuddered. He didn’t so much move as he
prowled up the length of myy boneless form. I watched him, unable to look