Page 47 of A Star is Scorned

Flynn gasped as Livvy exposed herself to him, and he hardened immediately at the revelation that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the robe he’d lent her.

The moonlight and the shadows of the evening sky bathed her body in an inky swirl of light and dark—from the curve of her waist into her hip, to the bright white of her rounded breasts and the rosy tint of her nipples.

He had never before known what it was to be speechless before a woman. All he could do was marvel at the spectacular beauty that stood before him. He’d only stolen glances earlier in the swirling morass of the sea. But now she was showing him everything, letting him drink it in.

He’d called her a selkie earlier, but he realized now that she was not some mere fantastical creature. She was a goddess, the moon and the stars in human form.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He stood, but then he changed his mind, not wanting to spook her, and forced himself to sit back down.

She giggled at his clear indecision, but then she caught herself and forced a serious look back onto her face. It only made him laugh in return.

“We’re absurd, aren’t we?” she muttered.

“Yes, but I’m rather enjoying it.”

Her eyes sparkled and she bent over toward him, pressing her lips to his. He groaned and his hands went up to cup her naked bottom as she licked and teased at his mouth.

She broke apart from him and looked at him, a guileless expression on her face. “Take me to bed, Flynn.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He stood, picking her up and cradling her carefully before pushing the patio door open with his foot.

It took all his self-control not to race up the stairs or deposit her on the living room couch and take her right there.

But as he’d told her, they had all night. There was no need to rush.

His heart swelled as she sighed and leaned her head against his chest. He bent over and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She released something between a hum and a giggle. “What is it?” he asked.

“You’re so gentle,” she mused. “I expected it to be like—”

“Like what?”

She blushed, and he realized what she was thinking of.

“Like one of my movies where the pirate ravishes the lady fair?”

She nodded, the pink color in her cheeks spreading down her neck and across the mounds of her breasts.

“Is that what you want?”

She bit her lip and the pink color continued to suffuse her body.

Good God, she was not what he’d expected.

Every time he thought he’d figured her out, she surprised him again.

He’d imagined making gentle love to her, taking care.

But she wanted to be plundered like a pirate’s treasure. And far be it from him to deny her.

“Livvy,” he growled. They had arrived at the foot of the stairs. “Do you want me to ravish you?”

She answered him with a bruising kiss, and he gave her ass a loving slap before throwing her over his shoulder and running up the stairs. She squeaked at the sudden movement, but then she laughed, a purehearted sound that shot straight to his cock, and he raced to his bedroom.

He threw her into the center of his four-poster bed, the down comforter puffing up around her. She leaned back and sat up on her elbows, and he had never seen anything so irresistible. He groaned as he realized she was staring at the obvious line of his erection in his pajama pants.

And then she licked her lips. Oh, she would be the end of him. He had seduced more women than he could count, but he had never had a siren in his bed.

She outstretched her hand and pointed at his pants before imperiously declaring, “Off.”

“I thought I was supposed to ravish you,” he quipped. She smirked and swirled her finger in the air, reiterating her request.

Flynn fumbled with the tie on his pants before letting them fall to the floor, his cock jutting out as he freed it.

He had not worn undergarments either. Not because he’d expected them to end up here, but because he felt comfortable around her.

Like he could be as free and unfettered as he wanted in her presence, and she wouldn’t care.

He hadn’t been wearing a shirt to begin with, so now he stood entirely naked before her.

She sat up a little higher and took him in, and he resisted the urge to preen under her gaze. But he didn’t move, standing still while she looked her fill.

“I didn’t know,” she murmured. He raised an eyebrow, not knowing what she meant until she finished, “That men could be so beautiful.”

She pulled herself to her knees, crawling toward him. He stood at the edge of the bed as she placed her hands on his bare chest and explored the lines and ridges of his body while she stared into his eyes. He didn’t dare blink. He was caught in a trance, powerless beneath her touch.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

He nodded, and then her hands dipped lower, tracing his abdomen before wandering to the sharp V that acted as a treasure map to his cock.

She stroked gently in the space beneath his obliques, the touch of her hands leaving a heated pulse of desire in their wake.

At last, she reached his dick, and he groaned as she took it in her hand, wrapping her palm around the shaft.

She let go, suddenly afraid of his reaction.

“Don’t stop, please.”

Emboldened, she grasped him harder this time, gliding her hand up and down.

He bit his lip in an effort to maintain control while she played with him.

As she quickened her pace, her hand responding to his increasingly jagged breaths, he bit down so hard he feared he might draw blood.

She found the bead of moisture at the head, and without instruction, she flicked at it with her thumb, slicking his entire cock with it until it was glistening.

He hadn’t said a word this entire time, grunting and breathing at her ministrations—and she had watched him, reveling in the effect of her touch. But as she bent down to put her mouth to him, he stilled her with his hand. “No.”

She looked up at him, confused, and the perplexed little wrinkle of her nose nearly did him in. “But I thought—”

He chuckled, a sound low in his throat. “I can imagine few things as spectacular as your pretty little mouth on my cock, my dear, but not yet. Tonight is about you. And your pleasure.”

Her confusion transformed into delighted shock, her mouth popping into a perfect O. He pushed gently at her shoulder and she fell back on the bed, scrambling backwards on her elbows as he kneeled on the mattress before her.

She reached his headboard and leaned back, her dark, messy curls making a halo around her head on his pillows. If he had been a less experienced lover, he would’ve spent right then and there. She wanted to be ravished, but God, she was the one stealing his breath and his heart in one fell swoop.

“You are my pirate queen,” he growled before launching himself onto his hands and knees above her. He bent his head down and plundered her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers and nipping at her bottom lip.

She met him hungrily, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down toward her.

He dotted her jawline with kisses before sucking at a spot on her neck that made her inhale sharply.

He swirled his tongue over the spot, and she arched her body in response, her lower back coming up off the mattress.

He nipped at her ear and she huffed out, “More.”

“So impatient,” he chided. He loved teasing her. Loved watching the physical effect of his touch and his words playing across her body. He nipped again at her neck but sucked more lightly this time. “I don’t want to make too much of a mess for the makeup department.”

She smiled brightly, a look of near-deranged delight. “It would shock them, wouldn’t it? I think we should see how many marks you can make.”

He laughed and nudged at her nose with his own. “You are far naughtier than I could ever have imagined.”

She turned her head and met his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat at the look of pure adoration there. “I like the idea of being marked by you. Of there being some proof that you claimed me.”

His cock twitched at her words, and he silently urged it to behave itself. It wasn’t time yet. Hell, it might not be on the menu for the evening at all. Not unless she wanted it.

He leaned back and rested his head in his hand, letting his eyes roam up and down the terrain of her body.

It was as if she was his personal treasure map, the valleys and mounds an island that only he could chart.

He watched her suck in her breath and felt her pulse quicken as he dragged his fingers across her collarbone and the hollow between her breasts.

He held her gaze as he dipped lower until he cupped the mound of her sex. Her eyes widened, blown out by desire, and then he teased her, slowly dragging his finger up the length of her seam before pressing down on her clit. She gasped.

He kissed the tip of her nose. “X marks the spot?”

She giggled. “I think we’ve officially taken the metaphor too far.”

He answered her by plunging a finger into her and making a circle on her clit with his thumb.

“Flynn,” she gasped as he curved his finger up and worked it in and out of her, fucking her with his hand. Her eyes fluttered in pleasure, and he watched her carefully as he brought her to the brink.

“Is it too much?” he teased.

She shook her head furiously. “More.”

He slid a second finger into her and she moaned at the added pressure, arching her back off the bed so that both fingers slid deeper inside her.

“Holy mother of God,” she proclaimed as he hit a spot inside of her that drove her wild.

He quickened his pace and put his mouth to hers, kissing her with a bruising passion as he drove his fingers harder and harder into her.

He grinned against her mouth as he felt her tighten around his hand and then release, her pleasure leaving her dripping wet.