Mists of Velvet

whispered. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
    Then his jeans were off, and he was naked—and how he took her breath away. He was big and gorgeous, and his cock was huge, the tip glistening wet.
    Rowan thought she should be terrified, but she wasn’t. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him.
    Reaching for him, she curled her fingers around him, stroking him. His eyes sparkled as he leaned into her. “This is going to be so damned good.” And then he brought his mouth down slow and soft against hers. Fisting his hand in her hair, he angled her head so he could taste her, and Rowan opened her mouth to him, allowing him to search between her lips with his tongue. He kissed her long and slow, his tongue moving with hers, his hand fisting and loosening in her hair.
    It was a kiss with no ending, and soon she was so needy, so reckless, that she was clutching him to her and rubbing herself against his hard body.
    “Lie back and spread your legs for me.”
    She was completely naked, and a little unsure of baring herself to him. But she did what he wanted and was rewarded with the hottest, lustiest growl she had ever heard.
    “I knew your pussy would look this good. Damn, I can’t wait to get inside you.”
    She smiled. “You are a talker. I’d wondered.”
    His eyes flashed to hers. “Is that all right?”
    “What you say makes me feel alive, and beautiful.”
    “You are.”
    His palms were rubbing along her thighs, and he took her knees, spreading her wide, so that when he leaned down, his shoulders were between her legs, and his face was buried in her pussy.
    She cried out then, not in fear but in sheer ecstasy. Keir had a tongue that could make her eyes roll back in her head. Damn it, his rhythm was slow and lazy as he made a path of slow licks and delicate circles. He was in no hurry to make her come, she realized.
    “I can’t wait,” she panted as she pulled his hair.
    “You have to.”
    “Keir, please.”
    “No,” he whispered as he went back to licking her. Only this time, he slid his fingers deep inside her. She felt the flood of fluid seep out of her, which was followed by Keir’s murmur of pleasure.
    She didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or pleased by his reaction.
    “God, you’re perfect,” he murmured. “Made just for me.”
    She was crying now from the pleasure of a building orgasm constantly out of her reach. She wanted to scream for him to take her, but he was in control now.
    “Put your arms over your head.”
    She clung to him, and he stopped, making her cry out. Fear flooded her. He smelled it.
    “Give yourself to me,” he murmured. “I’ll keep you safe. Now, arms over your head.”
    She looked down at him between her thighs. She had never seen anything sexier than Keir with messy hair and lips wet from her pussy. She wanted this; this orgasm with him. She didn’t want to feel fear anymore. She wanted to be alive for however long she had left.
    “I’ll stop,” he teased as his tongue came out to lick. Only he didn’t touch her, but just let her see what she could have if she did what he asked. “You want that, don’t you, my tongue on you?” Then he smiled and lifted his body away from hers. “What if I let you tie me up, instead?” Rowan felt her eyes grow round. “You be in control,” he murmured, “taking what you want, when you want.”
    The fear ebbed, allowing her to think. She didn’t want this to end. But she couldn’t be vulnerable to him—not yet. And the thought of having Keir all tied up and at her mercy was very arousing.
    He produced two white strips of material; from where, she had no idea. But he held them out to her and moved so that his back was to the headboard and his arms were spread out at his sides.
    The satin slipped through her fingers, and she bit her lip, wondering if she could really do this.
    “You can,” he said, detecting her hesitation and encouraging her. “And if you don’t tie me up, I’ll use magick to do it.”
    With a shy grin, Rowan straddled his thighs and went to work on his right arm. It was damned difficult tying him up, because his lips were on her cheek, near her ear, and then lower as he brushed his mouth against the curve of her breast. His murmur of appreciation as her breasts bobbed with her efforts made her blush.
    “Let me touch you as you tie up the other arm.”
    She laughed and moved to his left. “Touch me with what?”
    “My tongue.”
    Rowan gasped as he leaned to the side and flicked