Page 509 - Fourth Wing

Daggers, both his and mine, hit the ground as he unstraps the sheaths at

my thighs and undoes his own. It’s a glorious cacophony of metal until
we’re both naked and he’s kissing me breathless.

Then his hands are in my hair, and pins fly until the mass falls down my

back, unbound. He pulls back only long enough to rake his ravenous gaze
down my body. “So fucking beautiful.”

“I think that might have been a little longer than two—” I start, but he

grabs the back of my thighs and lifts, sweeping my feet out from
underneath me. My back hits the bed with a slight bounce, and honestly, I

should have seen that move coming given that he’s been putting me on my

back for the better part of a year now.
“Still counting?” he asks, dropping to his knees beside the bed and

dragging me across the soft coverlet to the edge.
“Do you need me to keep score?” I tease as my ass hits the end of the

bed.

“Feel free.” He grins, and before I can get another word in, his mouth is
between my thighs.

I suck in a sharp breath and throw my head back at the sheer pleasure of
his tongue, licking and swirling around my clit. “Oh gods.”

“Which one are you calling out for?” he asks against my flesh. “Because

it’s just you and me in this room, Vi, and I don’t share.”
“You.” My fingers tangle in his hair. “I’m calling out for you.”

“I appreciate the elevation to deity, but my name will do.” He licks me

from entrance to clit, finally flicking his tongue over that sensitive bud, and
I moan. “Fuck, you taste good.” He lifts my thighs up onto his shoulders

and settles in like he has nowhere else to be tonight.

Then he absolutely devours me with tongue and teeth.
Pleasure, hot and insistent, spirals in my stomach and I’m lost in

sensation, my hips rising and falling as I chase the high he drives me toward
with every expert stab of his tongue.