The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

gliding between them, lingering where the bolt had entered
me. There was no sign of that now, but I knew he would
never forget the exact spot of the wound. His hand
continued on over the softness of my stomach and the
scars, slipping between the vee of my thighs. His fingers
spread out, the pads of his fingertips brushing against the
very center of me, sending a jolt through my body.
“You know what I’ve been craving?” He captured my lips
in a quick, scorching kiss as his other hand teased the
aching peak of my breast. “Poppy?”
I swallowed as his hair tickled my cheek. “What?”
“Are you even listening to me?” He nipped at my throat.
I shuddered as he said, “Or are you not capable of
listening?”
“Totally.” My entire being focused on how his fingers
curled around my nipple, how his other hand stroked lazily
between my thighs. “I’m totally capable of—” I gasped,
clutching his shoulders as he slipped one finger inside me.
“Of…of listening.”
He chuckled against my neck as he slowly moved his
finger in and out, over and over until I was breathless. “So?”
Do you know what I’m craving?”
Truthfully, how quickly he distracted me utterly
astonished me. Pleasure curled, stirring something deep.
“What?”
“Honeydew,” he whispered against my lips, picking up
the pace as he tipped his head down. “I could live on the
taste of you. I swear to you.”
My pulse rocketed as his decadent oath wove its way
through me. He lifted his head, working another finger
inside as his eyes became bright and full of more wicked
promises. He watched, soaking in every soft gasp and flutter
of my eyelashes as his fingers pumped in and out, his gaze
latched on to mine, refusing to allow me to look away, to
escape the maddening rush of feelings he created.
Not that I ever wanted to.