Page 56 of Paramour of Sin

His thumb skillfully stroked my clit in time with the gliding of his fingers.

“Oh,” I breathed, arching back into him, my nipples beading to sharp points.

His teeth scraped the place where my neck met my shoulder as he adjusted himself behind me, his hard length sliding between my legs, teasing my thighs as his fingers worked me to a frenzy.

Hells bells, he’s good,I thought, panting.So, so, so good.

But even as I was about to angle my body to let him take me from behind, I paused. His words slowly processed through my mind.Veryslowly. Like molasses, but syrup sticks… just like his statement did.

How much I’ve longed to beallowedto do this.

Allowed?

Frowning, I grabbed his wrist and stilled his hand between my legs. “What do you mean?”

“Hmm?” Zane’s voice rumbled through my back, distracted. He added a second finger, twisting, scissoring, and preparing me to take him. Not that I needed the preparation. I was wet and ready and willing.

Except…“What did you mean about being allowed to do this?” I tried again to still his thrusts, but he ignored me. The incubus in him could sense my rising lust, could feel how much I wanted him. But what he failed to sense was the other emotion rising within me.

Suspicion. With a dash of irritation.

Zane shrugged, his heat intensifying against my back. “I couldn’t touch you before. But I intend to make up for that now.”

“Why couldn’t you touch me?”Because you considered me too young? Because you were my teacher? Because…?I couldn’t think of other reasons. It was such a bizarre thing to say.

His fingers worked me, softening me, opening me. I started to breathe harder, losing myself in the expert way he pushed all my sensual buttons. It was a struggle to concentrate. But his words continued to roll through my thoughts.

“Why weren’t you allowed to touch me before?” I asked.

“Zebulon forbade it,” he murmured, his voice almost dreamy.

I froze. “Hewhat?Why would he do that?”

Zane sighed and rolled me onto my back as he went to his elbow beside me. Then he slid his thigh between mine and caught my chin with the same fingers that had just been inside me.

The scent of my arousal on his skin made my nostrils flare.

So fucking hot.

And he knew it, too.

“Because he wanted you for himself, Guinevere,” he said, his gaze serious. “Not that he ever admits it out loud. He said you needed a chance to grow on your own, and he didn’t want me to seduce the innocence out of you. So he forbade me from touching you.”

“Innocence?” I snorted. “I’m a succubus. There’s nothing innocent about me.”

He growled, his thigh rocking into my center to apply pressure right where I desired it. “Trust me, I’m aware,” he said, voice husky as he ducked down to kiss me.

I stopped him midway with a hand to the chest and shoved him back. “Are you serious?”

“About you? Yes.”

I rolled my eyes. “A pick-up line? Now?”

Zane grinned. “I’m an incubus, sweet girl. It’s what I do.” He leaned in again, managing to capture my lips for a soul-searing, split second kiss.

Then I punched him in the arm and took advantage of his surprise to really shove him off of me.

He landed on his back, stunned.