In the Flesh by Sylvia Day, Livia Dare Page A

his chest and the heavy weight of his erection pressed into the softness of her belly. His nostrils filled with the scent of Draxian lilies and he buried his face in her hair to catch more of it.
    Despite the many hours he’d spent looking forward to this moment, Wulf still wasn’t prepared. A shiver moved down his spine and coursed the length of his cock. He stared at her upturned face and knew in his gut that his next move was pure madness. Still, unable to do otherwise, he lowered his head and took her mouth, groaning.
    The instant her lips softened under his, raw need flooded his senses in a rush so powerful he was almost dizzy with it. Sapphire moved with him, givingas good as she got, her tongue gliding along his, stroking against his. Her head tilted to take more, her lush body surging into him with a hunger he knew because he ached with it.
    Shuddering at the fervor of her response, Wulf hugged her closer. He cupped her nape and gripped her waist, mantling her, sheltering her body with the size and power of his own.
    It was heady, the combination of her obvious skill and his own. He had a dozen women at his palace who were more beautiful, and every bit as knowledgeable, yet no woman in his memory had ever aroused him as Sapphire did. Her kiss alone rivaled his most heated coupling. He could kiss her for days. Everywhere.
    Wulf realized she had been far wiser than he.
    Once wouldn’t be enough.
    He groaned, knowing it was true, knowing they didn’t have near enough time to slake this depth of craving.
    With shaking hands, he pressed her back into her seat and dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs wide with his hands. His mouth watered at the sight of her, slick with desire, swollen and pouting for the touch of his tongue.
    “You’re wet.” His voice was so low he hardly recognized it.
    She whimpered as he drew closer, then gasped as he licked upward through the soft hairless folds.
    Her head fell back on a breathy sigh. “Oh, Wulf…”
    His jaw tightened with the effort to remain where he was instead of rising to his feet, freeing his cock,and sliding into her. She’d welcome him, he knew. She would cry out and relish every deep thrust. But he needed her to give herself freely. He needed her to be hungry for him, famished, and with her spread out like a feast, he had everything he needed at his disposal.
    Kneeling, he pulled her chair closer and planned her seduction with military precision.
     
    Sapphire waited breathlessly, every muscle tense with anticipation as Wulf pulled her closer and arranged her to his liking. That he took such care with the preparations told her he intended to pleasure her for some time. The thought made her shiver. The last five years had been spent with a man who cared only for his own needs. To have a lover so completely consumed with the pursuit of her enjoyment was unbearably arousing.
    He hooked her knees over his forearms and cupped her hips in his hands. “I hope you’re comfortable.” His breath blew intimately across her sex. “You won’t be moving for a while.”
    “This is a bad idea,” she whispered.
    “It feels damn good to me.”
    Then he plunged his tongue into her.
    Sapphire arched upward, panting, her short nails digging crescents into the arms of her chair.
    Wulf groaned, the vibration moving up her torso and tightening her nipples. He nuzzled against her with his lips, the silky strands of his hair caressing her inner thighs. His grip was firm, his fingers kneading, his mouth gentle as his tongue glidedwithout haste through the evidence of her desire to stroke over her clitoris.
    “Wulf…” Her hips rocked upward to match his rhythm. She bit her lower lip to stem the cries that would betray her need. This man was a seducer. If he knew how rarely she’d been serviced like this, he would use it against her and weaken her further.
    With a low growl, he stroked his tongue into her, then withdrew, repeating the gentle rhythmic fucking until sweat