Page 40 of Kiss of Seduction (Court of Chains #1)

The words made Evie’s cheeks go warm. She had been staring at Natalya, feeling an eagerness to touch her she hoped hadn’t been visible on her face.

She started to feel embarrassed, but then she noticed the pure satisfaction in Natalya’s gaze. She was enjoying this. Knowing that quenched any embarrassment Evie may have been feeling.

She longed to touch her. She’d wanted to for weeks, the urge only getting stronger after their first time together. It wasn’t a possessive need as much as a passionate one. She could think of only few things she wanted more than bring Natalya pleasure.

“Can I start? Please?”

“You’re learning what I like, being polite like that.”

Natalya’s eyes let out a low, shimmering glow. She ran a hand through Evie’s hair, over her cheek, stopping when she reached her chin. Kneeling on the pillow, gazing up at her gorgeous form like this, Evie was in awe of her. Without meaning to, she let out a quiet sigh.

Natalya grinned. “You may start.”

As she leaned away, Evie was suddenly overwhelmed by where to begin.

There was so much she wanted to do. She wanted to hold Natalya.

Touch her all over, kiss her everywhere.

On her stomach and thighs. On her chest, her marks, and between her legs.

She wanted to taste her. She wanted to bring her pleasure, just like Natalya had done for her.

The trepidation she felt at being the first to do this to Natalya in so long was washed away with the knowledge that she would stop Evie if she did something she didn’t like. If she messed up, Natalya would take over. But for now, she was letting her do what she wanted.

Natalya said it was a reward. Evie would enjoy it.

Evie rose up on her knees, moving her hands to Natalya’s back and pushing her forward as Evie kissed her chest. Her lips touching Natalya’s skin left them tingling, and she sighed at the feeling. It brought a rush of familiar warmth that calmed her racing heart.

Dotting kisses over her chest, Evie moved her hands up to cup Natalya’s breasts. They were full and soft, and her nipples peaked as Evie continued to kiss her. Natalya drew in a sharp breath when Evie put a nipple into her mouth.

Her skin was warmer than normal. Hot . And mixed with her usual scent of lavender was a faint aroma of smoke that hadn’t been there before. It was an intoxicating scent. Evie wanted to live in it.

“You know what you’re doing.” Natalya’s voice was the same as always. In control and assertive. But there was a strained unevenness in it that wasn’t usually there.

Whatever calm Evie felt evaporated at that noise. It was so faint. Barely a tremble. But she’d heard it, and Evie had caused it.

With how expertly Natalya could turn her on, the knowledge that Evie could do something to her even vaguely similar made her feel high.

She kept her mouth on Natalya’s nipple, flicking it with her tongue, sucking on it. Occasionally nipping it with her teeth. Her hands eased down along Natalya’s waist, over her marks, to settle on her thighs. Natalya spread them, beckoning her closer without saying a word.

Keeping her face by Natalya’s chest, Evie moved her hand between her legs. She moved slowly and carefully. Easing near so she could be easily stopped if needed. When Natalya said nothing, Evie parted and brushed over her. Her fingers came away slick.

Natalya wanted it. She wanted Evie. And by everything holy and not, Evie wanted her too.

When Evie had asked to touch her like this, Natalya’s first thought was to deny her.

She vividly remembered the kiss in the office, an act spawned by Evie believing she owed her.

After their first time, she’d done the same thing.

Asked in that small voice, tired and trembling, what she should do to Natalya.

Even just before, Natalya had assumed Evie wanted to please her because she felt obligated, but that wasn’t so. Like everything else about this marvelous woman, her request was genuine. And so different from what Natalya was used to.

She had always enjoyed having humans around her, at least somewhat.

There was a practicality to it. With a touch, a word, or a simple look, she could summon desire in them that satiated her needs.

Other than sexual submission, politeness, and respect, she didn’t want anything else from them.

She couldn’t. When your touch was so lethally delightful that a human would beg for it, even as they perished, you had to learn how to tell the difference between a need and a want.

Evie had never demanded anything like that from Natalya. Not her body. Not her touch. She’d asked for it, desired it, and when she feared she’d crossed a line, she’d pulled back so fast it was almost funny to watch. All Evie wanted from Natalya was safety. And trust.

Natalya had given her more of that than she’d ever given anyone. More than she’d given Aleksander or even Olena. And sweet Sins, Evie was rewarding that trust in a way that was testing Natalya’s self-control.

Evie’s mouth was still on her breast, sucking and flicking her nipple. One hand stroked from her thigh up her waist, the other pressing between her legs. Not trying to pleasure her. Just holding it there.

It took a moment to realize she was doing the same thing Natalya had done when they’d first been together. Going slow. Being careful. Not rushing in any way. The realization created a surge of appreciation so sudden she didn’t know what to do with it.

No one had ever been careful with her before. She was used to demanding touches. Claiming and possessive. It was what her being invoked in others, even in her summoners. They couldn’t help it.

She wasn’t used to this . This was unknown in every way. It made her want to step back while at the same time making her want to leap forward.

“You can touch me more than that, darling.”

The statement made Evie look up at her, and the sight was magnificent. Evie pressed against her body, green eyes seeking hers. So eager. So eager to please her.

Natalya ran a hand through Evie’s hair, bunching it up by the roots. She did it slowly, letting the realization that she had control of Evie’s head dawn on her before pulling her back.

“You can use your mouth. If you want to.” Natalya tightened her grip slightly, warmth rushing through her as Evie’s eyes dilated at the touch. The trust Evie had in her was incredible.

Evie licked her lips, leaving them wet and glistening. So kissable. “Yes, Mistress.”

Natalya let her go, and Evie leaned against her again. Her mouth trailed down, kissing her ribs and stomach. Her infernal marks. Her hips. Then down to press against her inner thigh.

Little tease. But Natalya had said she could do what she wanted. And she didn’t mind this building anticipation one bit.

She kept her fingers twirled in Evie’s hair. Not holding onto her. Just tugging slightly. Pulling and disentangling. It sent faint sparks of pleasure through Evie’s body whenever Natalya’s fingers touched her skin. She wasn’t holding back. She didn’t need to. She could relax.

Evie sighed, the noise nearly a moan. Her lips trailed from Natalya’s inner thigh, closer and closer, until they brushed between her legs.

Natalya dug her fingers into Evie’s scalp ever so slightly. She understood the silent command. She opened her mouth and licked over Natalya’s clit.

The shudder that rushed through Natalya was more than just surprising.

It started as a low tremble between her legs, spreading hot and fast through her thighs and stomach until it escaped through her lips as a startled gasp.

Evie started to pull away, but Natalya’s fingers tightening around her hair told her to stay put.

It had been over a century since the pleasure felt from the touch of another was a wanted sensation. A desire, a true desire, and not a forced response she had to endure.

This wasn’t something to endure. Evie’s mouth on her, her tongue circling her gently, was something to delight in.

“Yes, darling.” Her voice was laced with want. She wasn’t trying to hide it, and it spurred Evie on. Her tongue started moving with more confidence. It circled tighter, flicked harder. Summoning tremors of pleasure.

It wasn’t just Natalya who knew how to make a woman fall apart. Evie seemed to be more than adept at it.

“Faster,” Natalya ordered. Evie obeyed. Her tongue started circling quicker and tighter. It created new pleasure, higher and brighter. Natalya’s breathing turned heavy.

As a creature of Lust, she could produce unending euphoria in others.

It was consuming enough that they couldn’t concern themselves with her, so she didn’t either.

She’d never expected, or wanted, anyone to touch her like this, resigning herself to being satiated by the desire of another.

To only feel the echoes of pleasure she produced in her partner, like she had with Olena.

She would have to rethink that. Because if this was what she’d been missing—genuine pleasure untainted by servitude and the ties of a summoning—it felt like something had been stolen from her without her realizing, and she’d only just gotten it back.

Evie’s tongue was incessant. Her touch was constant. She moaned against Natalya’s skin, and the vibrations made by the sound fluttered through her as a breeze of desire. It made Natalya bite her lip and then groan quietly when Evie didn’t let up.

She had stamina. She wasn’t slowing down. Evie’s tongue pressing against her was rhythmic and precise. Confident and passionate. Knowing that Evie wanted to do it and hadn’t been coaxed was the best thing of all.

Natalya’s hand curled into Evie’s hair. Natalya was moving her hips now, grinding against Evie as she kept licking her clit. The hold produced flowing waves of pleasure, and Evie sighed again. A wonderful noise.

Natalya could no longer keep quiet. She was moaning, albeit softly. Her breathing was heavy, her grip on Evie’s hair tight. Evie’s hands held onto her hips, digging into her skin. If she could get bruises, the grip might have left marks.

As she continued, Natalya’s moans turned sharper and higher, escaping in a series of rapid breaths. Her muscles tensed, and she let out a long, light whine that moved through her like a firestorm as Evie’s tongue sent her over the edge.

A rush of flame. Bright, consuming, and flowing with heat. Warmth rose through her body, making her skin hot to the touch, and bright violet light cascaded from her eyes, enveloping the room. It pulsed and flickered in intensity as Natalya came with a loud cry she couldn’t control.

She let her head fall back, breathing heavily and with confusion.

She’d gotten off before, but never in this way.

Not from someone pleasing her . Not without riding the passion she produced in another.

It filled her with a strange feeling, like calm and eagerness were fighting for control.

Natalya blinked, causing the glow of her eyes to lessen.

Evie kept licking her, though not around her clit. She was kissing her skin and her inner thighs. Cleaning her with her tongue as Natalya regained her composure. Her hand was still in Evie’s hair. She’d been clutching it without realizing.

What a gift Evie was. She was so mindful. So observant. A brave woman who had been through too much and who had shown Natalya so much of herself. Who trusted her.

Filled with a sudden dark urge, she pulled back Evie’s head. It forced Evie to look up at her. Her mouth and chin were glistening. Her eyes were unfocused and shiny. They looked like they were made of green glass.

Natalya didn’t understand how this woman could handle her.

How she could push against her influence.

How she could want Natalya without being consumed by the feeling.

How she could be so brave as to challenge Natalya in her own domain simply because she wanted to talk .

After everything Evie had been through, Natalya was awestruck to have her trust so completely.

With her head tilted back, Evie was staring up at her. Dazed. Subservient. Blissfully happy to have pleased.

Natalya had never wanted her more.

“Can you handle me touching you again?” Her voice was dark and commanding, her grip tight. Evie blinked, taking a few seconds to understand the meaning behind the question.

“Yes, Mistress.”

It was all Natalya needed. She pulled Evie back on the bed, barely letting her get situated before moving on top of her. Natalya pushed her arms against the mattress and pressed herself against Evie, so she was pinned in place with Natalya straddling her thigh.

“You are a treasure, Evie.” Their faces were inches apart. She could smell herself on Evie’s mouth, and it summoned something both primal and possessive. It was like Evie had been marked. Like Natalya’s scent was on her, and that meant Evie was hers .

Natalya started grinding against her, angling herself so her thigh was pressed between Evie’s legs. It sent a flow of stimulation through both of them. Evie gasped, then moaned. She closed her eyes at the sudden sensation.

Natalya breathed heavily, her voice strained with desire, pleasure, and command. “You’re marvelous.”

Natalya kissed her, tasting herself on her lips. She groaned, and started grinding faster. New tension grew inside her as Evie cried out at the stimulation produced by her touch. Natalya moaned into her mouth, not caring about keeping quiet.

“You’re fucking perfect.” The words were breathed onto Evie’s lips between hard, demanding kisses that could have sent Evie over on their own. Bright, uncontrolled violet light spilled from Natalya’s eyes. She couldn’t have kept it at bay if she tried. Not when Evie made her feel like this.

As Natalya got herself closer to another orgasm, grinding against the woman beneath her, Evie yelled out at the convulsing pleasure being produced in her, the sound loud enough it could almost be considered a scream. As they both came again, Natalya kept whispering those words against her skin.

“You’re perfect. You’re perfect.”

It wasn’t what she wanted to say. In a dark corner of her mind, dancing in the light of the possessive fire Evie had lit inside her, a wish was forming into a command. Words she knew she shouldn’t speak but which she was desperate to utter.

You’re mine. You’re all mine.