My mother is currently dying of Small Cell Lung Cancer. So yeah, I've never smoked. I begged her to stop smoking for years. She regrets not listening. She has only a few months left to live. She's not even 55.
The Charlatan and the Pathfinder finally get some time alone, and Reyes shows Cerys exactly how much he's missed her! 😉 (yes, there's smut!)
Art is by Beemot! Saucy excerpt is beneath the cut! ;)
Cerys woke to the sensation of lips moving over her body. She murmured and stretched languidly, still half asleep, as Reyes kissed his way across the flat planes of her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel and she shivered with pleasure as he shifted his attention higher.
He cupped her breasts and rubbed his unshaven cheek against her sensitive flesh - the sweetest kind of torture she knew. Cerys bit her lip to keep from crying out, and heard Reyes chuckle at her response. He kissed the tip of each breast and then drew each of her nipples into his mouth in turn, lavishing them with attention before he resumed his journey up her body.
He licked along her collarbone, kissed the bruise on her neck from Harry’s bite, and let his mouth drift along her jaw, dusting her with tiny kisses until he claimed her mouth. The kiss was hot and hard, all tongue and teeth, and Cerys surrendered herself up to Reyes. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands moving across his back, tracing familiar muscles and scars as she sank into the kiss.
Slowly, she opened eyes that felt heavy with the weight of arousal flooding her body and focused on Reyes. He shifted his weight and hooked one of legs around his waist, bringing her into contact with the hard heat of his arousal, and Cerys arched her back, grinding against his erection, her body feeling deliciously heavy and relaxed. Reyes drew back, his mouth hovering over hers as he watched her with amusement.
“Hello sleeping beauty,” he teased softly, “Did you sleep well? I know I did.” As though to prove his point, he rocked his hips against hers. “I feel very rested.”