Page 89 of Kiss of Seduction

“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.

Littletease.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, atruedesire, 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 pleasingher. 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 totalk. 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.”