The Starlight Rite by Sinclair, Cherise

sent a chill through her. “You’d better stay here. Don’t you think?” He waited. Her body burned. When she nodded, he curled his hand around her upper thigh, pushing outward. Surely he wouldn’t… And yet her hips pushed up, needy. “What are you going to do?” she repeated. His chuckle was low and wicked. “Apparently I’m going to demonstrate a few things your lover neglected.” “But…” He ignored her. With firm hands, he pushed her thighs apart, spreading her so she was completely open to him. As he lowered himself, his wide shoulders kept her legs parted. He didn’t move for a moment, and she could almost feel his gaze heating her. In the light of day. Her private area. A hot flush of embarrassment seared her skin. And then, with one finger, he touched her. The surprise made her jerk, and she inhaled sharply, her legs trying to close and ineffectually bumping against his shoulders. His finger slid through her wetness, the feeling indescribable, so satisfying, and yet it only increased the burning. He brushed something, a spot she knew was dreadfully forbidden, and her body strained upward for more. “Your somaline . I believe you unpoetic Earthers call it a clit ,” he murmured and slid his finger over it again, and she whined at the intense sensation. “Here, your maline ”—he pressed his palm to the V between her legs, making her clench inside—“which you Earthers call a pussy.” Again he stroked his finger over that tiny sensitive place, the nub in the center of her. He repeated the m