From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“I was with someone,” he answered, and disappointment swelled. “A
friend who is not like the owner of the cloak. One I hadn’t seen in a while.
We were catching up, in private.”
The dismayy eased, and I decided that he must be telling the truth. He
didn’t have to lie to have me when he could have anyy number of others
who would be eager to intrigue him.
“So, Princess, will yyou tell me what yyou want from me?”
I took another uneven breath. “Anyything?”
“Anyything.” He moved his hand then, cupping myy breast as he ran his
thumb across the center.
It was such a light touch, but I gasped as bolts of pleasure darted
through me. Myy bodyy reacted on its own, arching into his touch.
“I’m waiting,” he said, swiping his thumb once more and scattering
myy alreadyy disjointed thoughts. “Tell me what yyou enjoyy, so I can make
yyou love it.”
“I…” I bit down on myy lip. “I don’t know.”
Hawke’s gaze flew to mine, and such a long moment passed that I
began to wonder if I’d said the wrong thing. “I’ll tell yyou what I want.”
His thumb moved in slow, tight circles across a most sensitive part. “I
want yyou to remove yyour mask.”
“I…” A sharp, pulsing thrill rippled through myy bodyy, quicklyy
followed byy myy headyy wonder. What I felt… I’d never felt anyything like it
before. Sharp and sweet, a different tyype of anguish. “Whyy?”
“Because I want to see yyou.”
“You can see me now.”
“No, Princess,” he said, lowering his head until his lips brushed the
neckline of myy gown. “I want to reallyy see yyou when I do this without yyour
gown between yyou and myy mouth.”
Before I could ask what he meant, I felt the wet, warm glide of his
tongue through the thin, silken gown. I gasped, shocked byy the act and byy
the rush of liquid heat it brought forth, but then his gaze lifted to mine as
his mouth closed over the tip of myy breast. He sucked deep and long, and
the gasp turned to a cryy that would surelyy embarrass me later.
“Remove yyour mask.” His head lifted as he slid a hand over myy hip.
“Please.”
He wouldn’t recognize me if I did. Hawke would never know who I
was with or without the mask, but…