The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

He choked out a rough laugh. “You are—” He groaned as
I glided my fingers from his base to his tip.
“Am what?”
His fingertips touched my cheek. “Everything.”
Smiling, I lowered my head. The salty taste of his skin
was a surprise, dancing over my tongue. Tentatively, I
moved my hand down his length, exploring as I brought him
deeper into my mouth like I had read about in Willa’s diary.
“Poppy,” Casteel groaned, his palm flattening against
my cheek.
She’d written about other things, stuff that reminded me
of what Casteel had done for me, and I wasn’t sure if he’d
enjoy that or not. But I…I wanted to do those things. I drew
my tongue over his taut skin, finding a little indentation
under the ridge of his head and swirling my tongue over it.
“Fuck.” His body jerked. “I…I wasn’t expecting that.”
Fighting a smile, I did it again, and he swore. “Did you
read about that in Miss Willa’s book?”
I hummed out an agreement, and the act seemed to
vibrate through him. His entire body flexed, and I felt him
throb.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “I love that godsdamn diary.”
A laugh escaped me then, and based on the way his
hips jerked, he liked how it felt. There was nothing in Miss
Willa’s diary about laughing while doing this, but as I curled
my hand around his base, I stopped thinking about that
damn journal and just let instinct take over. I flicked my
tongue across the head of his cock, marveling at his
reaction—at the lazy heat swamping my senses. I liked
doing this. Liked knowing he enjoyed it.
His hand slid from my cheek as his fingers threaded
through my hair. He cupped the back of my neck, but he
didn’t put any pressure there. All he did was move his
thumb, gently massaging the muscles. It was a…supportive
presence as he continued letting me learn what made his
body move in short, shallow thrusts, what caused his breath