Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(28)

“You know neither of us has much time, Casimir. If we were always meant to be together, and I’ve seen that bond between your brothers and my sisters, then we deserve this night and any other nights we manage to get in before we make our try.”



The heat of her breath was on his cock. Fiery hot. Scorching him. Her fingers rolled and kneaded for a moment and then her breath was there – right the hell on his balls – and he felt the first tentative touch of her tongue. This time his breath exploded from his body. His entire world narrowed to his balls and cock. There was nothing else but that part of his anatomy.

She licked over him. Like an ice cream cone. Clearly tasting him. Very gently she sucked at the tender flesh of his balls and then rolled them again before her tongue took a leisurely foray up his shaft. One hand still cupped his balls, but the other went exploring right behind her tongue, her palm sliding up his length and teasing the underside of his flared crown.



He threw back his head, trying not to roar with need. His hand cupped the back of her head, desperate to push her head down, to feel the velvet heat of her mouth surrounding him, but he knew better. His control wasn’t in shreds yet, although she was fast bringing him closer to that edge.

He was aware of the way she massaged his balls, sending streaks of fire racing through his groin while her tongue continued exploring. She licked the droplets off of him, one fist closing around his shaft at the base. He knew she wasn’t experienced, but the intensity of her investigation coupled with her obvious enjoyment sent his senses reeling. She made him feel more than he’d ever felt before with any of the experienced women he had deliberately seduced.



Casimir drew his hand down the length of her silky hair, fingers weaving and sifting, trying to distract himself enough from the fire spreading through his groin, from the need to have her mouth take him deep. She didn’t. She used her tongue to get to know his size and shape, but denied him that one thing he craved.

“Are you afraid, Lissa?” His voice wasn’t his own. He sounded husky, almost hoarse. His cock raged at him. At her. With needs all its own. Needs he had never felt before, not like this. Not real. Not without him forcing his mind to go there, thinking to pleasure a woman to get the information he needed.



Lissa wasn’t looking to be pleasured by him. She made it clear she was giving him pleasure. That she wanted to know every inch of him. His thighs. His balls. His cock. She’d showed attention to his chest, his back and shoulders. She was exploring, taking her time about it, trusting him to let her do what she was comfortable with. But she was killing him slowly.



“Golubushka, tell me if you’re afraid of this.”



“No. I want to get to know every inch of you. I want to claim you. I know once I’m on that bed with you, you’ll take over, and that’s a good thing. I want that. But I need to do this for me. I’m trying to tell you something about me. About us. About what is important to me, and this is the only way I know to do it.”



She didn’t lift her head, but her gaze met his and once again that pure blue drew him into her. She wasn’t pleading. Lissa Piner didn’t plead. She wanted. Him. She was making that clear. Staking her own claim in her own way. She was claiming every inch of him, making him hers, branding him. His woman might be shy about this, but she wasn’t afraid and she had confidence in them together.



He caught one hand and drew it beneath his balls, pressing her finger against that soft spot between his balls and anus, the one that could bring a man a great deal of pleasure just by stroking. He showed her and then brought his own hand back to her bare skin. Stroking caresses as her finger and mouth drove him mad.

His palm itched, the burn in the center reminding him that she belonged to him. That once he marked her, nothing could come between them. His mark would create a pathway between their minds. The silk of her hair brushed against the mark, and he felt it as if her tongue had glided over him, leaving behind a trail of fire.



“Give me this, Casimir, and then we do everything your way. I truly want that, but I need this.” She didn’t stop stroking him. Learning what pleased him that fast.

Her breath was hot now, bathing the velvet crown of his cock in scorching flame. His hips moved convulsively, thrusting toward that heat, and to his shock, her lips parted and she took him in. Her mouth was scalding. Soft. Moist. Everything and more than he’d fantasized over. Fingernails raked down his thigh and then around to his buttocks. She cupped him, drew his hips toward her, her fist tightening around the base of his cock as her tongue swirled over the crown, catching every leaking drop.