Page 37 of The Pactbound Angel (The Soul Mirror Duet #1)

For some reason, kisses seemed to be one of the more intimate things we did.

With no complaints from me, my hands went to his shoulders as he deepened the embrace, moving one hand to my lower back to pull me in closer.

His quick inhale mirrored my own. My stomach up-ended, and the warmth there spread from head to curled toes.

I made a noise in my throat when his hand slid down my ass to cup it.

His fingers were so close, and pressure and a gentle pulse began to build, centered on my pussy and radiating out.

Until, finally, he broke the kiss. He stared down at me, the red of his eyes nearly gone as the pupil devoured the iris.

“It’s something you’re more familiar with than you might think.

” At my questioning look, he went on, “I will lie on the bed. You will lower yourself onto my mouth. And pleasure me at the same time with your own mouth. Chest to chest.”

I stared at him for a good moment, then looked over my chest at the painting I had once admired. "Oh, I get it. Are you sure?"

"I am." He kissed me again, harder this time, and began to tug at my clothing. His slow and practiced hands dragged out the feelings of anticipation boiling within me. The thought of riding his mouth, of controlling the pace with my hips …

My pussy was disappointed as it clenched around nothing.

As he finished undressing me, it was my turn. My shaking hands, not so near as practiced as his, fumbled with ties and buttons.

He must have noticed, because grinned down at me. “Here, let me help you, Nathalia. You seem to be having trouble.” His grin widened as he assisted me with the removal of his clothing.

I murmured, “I don’t know why I’m shaking so much.” Anxiety mixed with anticipation. It was as though I’d drunk far too much black tea. I was aroused. And needy. And a hundred other things I’d need a naughty dictionary to name.

He met my eyes, and I saw gentleness there. “The notion has affected you greatly. Channel that into action. Into enthusiasm. What excites you the most about it?”

“Giving and getting at the same time. Pressing myself into your mouth. Riding your tongue,” I answered brazenly and without hesitation.

His smile turned crooked as the last of his clothing dropped to the ground. He commanded firmly, pointing behind me, “Bed. Now.”

I obeyed.

As he laid down, I slowly began to crawl to him. Too slow for his liking. He gave me a heated look, sat up suddenly and grasped my hips. A gasp was startled out of me as he dragged me toward the head of the bed, moving my thighs to either side of his head.

Bracing myself against his chest, there was a teasing moment when he didn’t move.

But when I squirmed, he acted. He inclined his head slightly, placing the flat of his tongue on my clit and wiggling it.

My eyes rolled back, and my head followed.

I shook harder, almost as though I was cold.

The pulse returned, then intensified until the throb echoed throughout my hips and almost into my chest.

He wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me to him and holding me still as he licked and sucked at tender flesh.

I groaned in frustration at the fact I couldn’t move except to lean forward.

The desire, the sheer need, to buck against his mouth was overwhelming, but when I tried to do so, his grip tightened.

He is trying to control everything.

No.

“Ramiren?” I groaned.

“Mmm?” His mouth vibrated against me, almost making me forget what I was going to say. Almost.

My forehead fell to his thigh as I laughed. “I want to ride your mouth, and you are not letting me!”

I shuddered when his mouth broke contact with me. His chest rumbled against mine with a husky chuckle, and his voice sounded rough and deeper. “My deepest apologies, Lady Nathalia. By all means. Ride away.”

His arms loosened their grip, his hands gentled, and his mouth moved again to my pussy, rapidly switching between laving me and sucking my clit.

Rolling my hips against his mouth slowly, I gasped at the sudden sensations flooding me.

The ability to control the pace, as my hips moved over an eager tongue, was just as heady as the lashing he was giving me.

I realized my nails had dug into his hips when he jerked upwards with a sharp inhale.

My tongue pulsed with an ache, reminding me I too had a part to play in this dance.

I licked my lips and lowered my mouth to his cock, slipping the tip farther and farther back, as far as it could go.

Ramiren made a noise in his throat and bucked his hips upwards again in response.

He began to grip my thighs again but stopped himself.

He made another noise, one that almost made me forget my own damn name.

Was that a whine?

My tongue wiggled along his shaft, and I felt a little disappointed. There was no ridge for me to nuzzle. No vein for me to trace. I didn’t care much for this angle. But he did, based upon his reactions, and that was enough for me .

For now, anyway.

My lips got softer, then harder, then rolled over the tip of his cock, almost savoring it.

A strange moan escaped me then, and my legs and hips began to shake.

He gave a warning moan, vibrating against me, and his arms wrapped fully around my lower back, then my thighs, then my ass as though he wasn’t sure where he wanted to hold me.

My belly flip-flopped. The near constant pressure there rose dramatically and peaked while my hips twitched in time to the throb.

I gripped his hips with one hand, cupping his balls with the other, and swallowed him whole just as his hips surged up.

We screamed into each other; sounds muffled by body parts.

Finally, I lifted my head, breathless, and moved to stretch out next to him. "That was..."

He cleared his throat, words tumbling out of him. "Good. You're progressing quickly.”

Running my nose along his bearded jaw to hide a smirk, noting his rattled-off reply, I tried to catch my breath.

He planted a kiss on my forehead. “I can think of more than one elaborate birthday surprise that I did not enjoy half as much." He thought for a moment. "And the dress code is certainly much easier."

Beaming at him, I moved a lock of hair off of his forehead. My mouth curved into a wider grin. "Just think, I have to top it next year. I shouldn’t have started the bar so high."

“Technically, you topped it this year.” He gave a short laugh at my confused expression. “And when is your birthday? I fear I too have a high bar.”

“Not for several months. I have time yet to think of my birthday wish.”

He wrapped his arms around me, inhaling against my hair. "The heart of my wish..." he paused, and nodded to himself as if confirming his thoughts, "...is that home is not necessarily a place and things often end before I want them to."

I considered his words for a moment, then replied quietly, "Most things, for me, go on longer than they ought. But this... well, let's just say I hope it continues on as long as we want it to. Not necessarily as long as it needs to."

He hummed his agreement, then laughed. "...And this was much better than a pony."