The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

to catch, and what made the spicy flavor intensify. I realized
something. Not only did I like this but I also enjoyed the
control, the way I could slow his breathing or increase the
way he throbbed against my tongue just by the pressure of
my mouth, or how hard or soft I sucked on his skin.
“Poppy, I’m not…gods, I’m not going to last much
longer.” His grip on my neck tightened as he rocked against
my hand, in my mouth. “And I don’t know if that diary spoke
of what happens.”
It had.
And I wanted that. Wanted to feel him finish, to
experience that, knowing I had brought him to that point. I
drew my hand up the length of him, closing my mouth over
his head. He shouted my name, and then his hips stiffened
as he pulsed and spasmed against my tongue.
No sooner had I finished, and before I could even feel
rather proud of myself, he dropped to his knees before me,
clasping my cheeks. Tilting his head to the side, his mouth
was suddenly on mine, his tongue against mine. The kiss
was as demanding as it was worshipping, all-consuming as
it left little room for anything else.
Casteel lifted his head, his eyes locked on mine. “You,”
he said, his voice thick and tone reverent. “All I ever need is
you. Now. Always.”