Page 87 of The Heart of Nym (The Twisted Roots Duology #1)

She curled her fingers around the button of his trousers, popping it free from the slit in one fluid motion.

Aziel’s body was hard as stone in front of her, every lean and corded muscle flexed as if it took all of his strength to let her take her time.

She wanted to see his face, wanted to see him tense and contract when she put him in her mouth.

When the second button was released from its hole, Aziel hooked a thumb under the waistband, pushing his pants down just enough to free himself.

Nymiria glanced up at him, not wasting a single moment to lean forward and tongue at the bead of liquid that had already formed at the tip.

Aziel hissed through clenched teeth, the muscles in his jaw rippling as he watched her.

"Don't tease," He rasped. "I don't think I can be patient right now." She couldn't have hid her smug grin even if she wanted to. The pad of her thumb slid down to the bar through the underside of his cock, lightly stroking it, from one silver ball to the other. "Moonflower."

"Yes?" She purred. His entire body went still as stone the moment her fingers closed around the base of him.

"I'm being serious."

She arched her brow, eyes shifting from his manhood and then back to his face. "So am I."

He didn't know if he could handle much more of this.

He had mourned the feeling of her skin, the soft grunts and panted moans of pleasure that sounded from the back of her throat.

He longed for it. For just the simplest touch.

And he would have crawled across broken glass to get into this room if he had to, just to finally have her.

With all of his plans coming to fruition, Aziel felt that it was finally time.

He wouldn't deprive himself of this for another moment.

Nymiria sensed it. It felt like a vibrating sensation on her skin, one that made the hairs on her arms raise and the back of her neck prickle. They stared at one another for a few more moments, hearts pounding and minds muddled, before her lips parted.

She did not take him slowly.

Holding his cock firmly in her hand, Nymiria took as much of him as physically possible.

Aziel quickly slipped his hands from his gloves, carelessly tossing them onto the bed before moving them to her hair.

He brushed the wild strands out of her face, teeth sinking into his lip as he gathered the long white strands into one fist. "Fuck," He whimpered.

Her head bobbed again, the tip of his length pressing against the back of her throat.

She couldn't breathe, but it was worth every ounce of it.

Watching him unravel, seeing his face contort with each dip of her head.

He watched her, so lost in desire and so consumed by his own pleasure that he looked as if he were in pain.

And he was. He ached to bury himself inside of her, to grip her hair and fuck her mouth until he could no longer withstand the torture of not having her.

Nymiria suddenly pulled away, greedily gasping for air as she stared up at him with wide eyes, smirking proudly. "What you were thinking… I could see it in my head."

His stomach swirled, grip loosening on her hair as she curled her hand around his girth. "And?" He tried to sound collected, but the moment her tongue swiped over the piercing on the underside of his shaft, his voice shook.

"I want you to do whatever you want to me and not feel a single ounce of shame for it." She whispered, smirking as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around his swollen tip. "I'm yours for the taking."

He took a moment to assess her words, to try and focus on what she'd said, rather than his mind being consumed by the way her mouth felt around him.

Nymiria's stomach was in knots. Though she seemed confident, it was mostly just a front.

Deep inside, she was just begging that he would not stop this time.

That he would keep his promise of making her his.

"Come here, moonflower." His voice broke through her thoughts.

Nymiria slipped him from out of her mouth and slowly rose to her feet.

She didn't have a moment to feel bashful or to close herself off from him because his lips were suddenly crashing into hers, his hands gripping her thighs and forcing them around his hips.

She grunted against his mouth when her body landed on the satin-covered bed, legs spreading and hips rising to collide with Aziel's as if by pure instinct.

They moved together as if there had never been anyone else—as if they knew the workings of their bodies like the backs of their hands.

Perfectly synchronized. "I don't even know where to begin," He said against her skin.

"Do you know how many nights I've pictured you like this?

How often I've pleasured myself to the thought of you?

None of those fantasies could ever compare to this—how fucking good you feel underneath me. "

Nymiria writhed against him shamelessly, chills forming along every inch of her body as his hands moved along the curves of her flesh.

Each brush of his cock against her sent a hot ripple of pleasure through her core.

Aziel moaned against her lips, pulling back just long enough to look down at her splayed thighs, at his body situated between them.

“No undergarments?” He smiled, breathing just as erratic as the pulse she felt under the tips of her fingers.

All she could think to do was shrug, giving him a smile of her own as she hiked her dress higher. “Easy access.” She chuckled.

Aziel fell forward again, pressing a hard kiss to her temple as he laughed. “Damn you.” He sighed. “Was this your plan all along? Luring me up here to have me falling to my knees in front of you?”

“It was either this or run away.”

He chuckled, his hand sliding over the swell of her breast. The tips of his fingers caught the dusky peaks there, circling slowly before taking one into his mouth.

Her body arched in response, an electric sensation trailing from her chest to her sex in a powerful wave.

“You did run from me. A few times, now.”

“My heart and my legs do not always agree with one another.”

Aziel hummed as he slid his mouth moving to the other side.

“So I’ve learned.” His tongue flicked over the bud, his hand going lower and lower along her torso until it hovered over her mound.

Nymiria gripped the crumpled pieces of her dress at her sides, fingers digging into the fabric in preparation of what was to come next.

“Are you alright?” His voice was a soft whisper, but the question rang loudly in her ears.

She was alright. But, still, she trembled as if she’d never been touched before.

She’d had a number of men, and being with Aziel should have been no different.

While he seemed so confident in each skilled caress of his hands and lips, she could feel the pounding of his heart, could see the fluttering quickness of his pulse in the vein on his neck.

His fingers smoothed over her legs, dipping closer to the pulsing ache between them.

She tensed for just a brief moment, face flushed and breathing erratic.

It didn’t matter how many men she’d had, the way he looked at her made it feel like she’d never done a single damn thing in her whole life.

There was no one that could compare to this—that could make her feel this way with just the slightest brush of their fingers.

A gasp escaped her lips when his fingers traced over her seam, sliding through the wetness that had formed there. “I haven’t been… I haven’t been with a man in a very long time.” She confessed, words strained and hitching with each teasing stroke of his finger.

Aziel hummed, eyes fixed between her legs. His concern was replaced with a sort of prideful confidence, eyes gleaming as he watched her hips raise up to meet his hand. “Unfortunately, love, it seems you must continue your streak of being without a man for a while longer.”

Was he going to stop? He couldn’t possibly stop.

Her brow furrowed. She was struck with frustration, her heart pounding as he rose up onto his knees.

She was tired of these games—the teasing, the taunting.

If he didn’t touch her soon, she would surely scream.

But she could humor him. Even if it would be the death of her, the confidence he exuded was arousing in the most shameful way possible.

“And why is that?” She huffed, preparing for the moment that he would slip right off of the bed and walk away.

But that moment never came.

Aziel merely pressed her thighs further apart, lowering himself until his mouth hovered over her aching, throbbing center.

“Because I’m a fucking god, not a man, and I have absolutely no intention of letting you go any time soon.

” The idea of a smart retort vanished from her mind the moment his mouth covered her clit.

His hands hooked under her knees until they were nearly pressed into the mattress.

Her head fell back onto the satin sheets, her body filled with the urge to arch, but the position of her legs made it impossible.

Each swirl and dip of his tongue made that fire in her belly grow, made the ache of her core intensify.

Her legs wanted to close, if only to trap the sensations filling her, but the more she fought against his grip, the stronger he became.

The moment two of his fingers pressed into her opening and his lips closed over her again, Nymiria’s mouth formed a silent scream.

He pumped them once… twice before she felt that pinnacle of ecstasy.

She was close to the edge, thighs trembling on either side of his head, his name on the tips of her tongue.

“Gods!” She rocked forward into a seated position, her arms bracing her weight. The backs of her eyes started to fill with a kaleidoscope of colors, but then…

Nothing.