Page 510 - Fourth Wing

My thighs tremble when he takes up a rhythm against my clit and drives

two fingers inside me. They lock when he strokes his fingers in time with
his tongue. Mindless, I’m simply mindless.

Power rushes through me in a deluge, mingling with the pleasure until

they’re one and the same, and when he tips me over the edge of oblivion,
it’s his name I scream as that power whips outward with every wave of my

climax.

Thunder booms, shaking the paneled glass in Xaden’s windows.
“That’s one,” he says, kissing his way up my limp body. “Though I do

think we’re going to have to work on the fireworks show or people are

always going to know what we’re doing.”
“Your mouth is…” I shake my head as his hands slide under me, moving

us to the center of his bed. “There are no words for that.”
“Delicious,” he whispers, his lips skimming the plane of my stomach.

“You are absolutely delicious. I never should have waited this long to get

my mouth on you.”
I gasp when he sucks the peak of my breast into his mouth, his tongue

lashing and stroking my nipple as he works the other between thumb and
forefinger, setting a whole new fire within me built on the embers of the

first.

By the time he gets to my neck, I’m a writhing flame beneath him,
touching every part of him I can reach, stroking my hands down his arms,

his back, his chest. Gods, this man is incredible, every line of him carved

for battle and built by sparring and swordplay.
Our mouths meet in a deep kiss, and I can taste us both in it as I draw my

knees upward, settling his hips right where they’re meant to be—between

my thighs.
“Violet,” he groans, and I can feel the head of him at my entrance.

“I don’t get equal time to play?” I tease, arching my hips so he slides
against me and making my own breath catch with the motion.