Page 109 of Dare

Our sodden clothes rustled together, thin and constrictive. I had loved this dress before, but now I hated it, as I hated Jeryn’s shirt and pants. And the feeling intensified when the long ridge of his cock pushed into my clit.

Uttering an irate sound, Jeryn’s fist surged to my scalp. Suffocating the knife hilt, he jammed his wrist against my head and fastened me to him, the better to lash his tongue with mine. He angled the blade’s edge away from my skull, his towering frame resistant against the waves. And although I trusted him not to nick my skin, the ever-present risk sent a buzz through my system.

Then I knew. Whatever happened next wouldn’t be safe or sweet. It had never been that way between us.

No, this would be daring and drastic. This would be beautifully feral. This wild night would be real and nowhere near a mistake.

Yet if we held tight, we’d make it through the tumult.

Jeryn kissed with every muscle, every bone in his body, and every ounce of blood. Trapping my head in place and locking his other hand to my ass, he ground his mouth into mine. As his kiss shoved into me, I shoved back. Each of us sought to dominate the other like a power play, all teeth and nails. The strong motions of his jaw loosened my own, and the deft whips of his tongue stoked my insides.

My body erupted. I pooled against him like candle wax and kissed him the fuck back.

Under the eventide sky and above the depths, I drowned in a new sort of darkness. One where the light shone clearer and brighter.

I wanted us stressed but determined. I wanted us to struggle and survive through it. I wanted us to deserve this, to revel in this, to steal this for all it was worth.

We inched back for an instant, merely long enough to swap positions, angling our heads in a different direction before raging back into the kiss. Fed up with everything we’d done and said, we shut one another up. With a deprived groan, Jeryn’s hot mouth seized mine as though he’d been holding out for years, as though his patience had finally been tested to its limit.

I nicked his lower lip and skated my teeth across the line of flesh. Jeryn hissed with satisfaction, then skewered his incisors into the crook of my mouth. Shivers plied me from head to toe, and a needy whine curled from my throat.

His lips were sharp but smooth, holding the flavors of dark wine and darker blood. At some point, I must have drawn crimson, and he’d done the same, because I tasted droplets of our combined blood, as though we’d been kissing with fangs.

The tide slapped against us, and stars chipped into the sky, and celestial rain doused the remains of our clothes. All the while, we kissed frantically, his bloody tongue swiping with mine.

Each fit and tug of our mouths slickened my pussy until I couldn’t tell the saltwater from my desire. The arm I’d slung over his shoulder quivered. How I managed to keep a hold of my dagger, I would never know. The rest of me had succumbed ages ago.

Yet it wasn’t enough. I told Jeryn as much by whimpering into the kiss. Or maybe it came out as a grunt.

The prince obliged. With his other arm, he locked my ass in place and hefted me fully off the floor. Waves belted against us, adding to the momentum as I hooked my legs around his waist.

Splayed against him, I linked my ankles above his ass. Using the leverage, I burrowed down on Jeryn and snatched his mouth. He growled, lancing his tongue past my open lips, the pace carnal.

My spine crackled like kindling. A splintered moan skittered up my throat and filled the hot cave of Jeryn’s mouth. He swallowed the sound without mercy, then strapped his lips around my tongue and sucked hard.

Chaos ensued. At the pressure of his mouth, my body liquified, and I turned into the ocean—a force of nature.

The moment he freed my tongue, I pleaded something dire. I had no idea what. Yet Jeryn responded with urgency, both of us vaulting backward and severing the kiss.

Heaving for air, we absorbed the effects from our swollen mouths, to the glaze in our eyes, to the disarray of our wet hair. This kiss hadn’t sought a reconciliation. Rather, it had waged a passionate war.

This happened. We’d never be able to take it back.

We watched each other for a second, only a second, just a cursed second. Then I moved first, racing my dagger up his torso and shearing the shirt open, the clasps popping. The panels flapped apart, the expanse of his torso consuming my view. Rainfall scraped down his pecs, raced between his sloped hipbones, and vanished into the waistband. A grid of muscles contorted across his abdomen, a hot flush tinting his ivory skin, mine for the taking.

My eyes burned, spurring Jeryn to action. The instant his shirt flared apart, another tearing sound hit my ears. My skirt already possessed a slit, but his knife did extra damage, slicing the ancient fabric up to my waist. Shredded like a curtain, the skirt parted and fell around my limbs, enabling me to move without hindrance.

Except this prince wasn’t done. Those eyes gripped mine, his pupils black and flashing with intent. With a fitful glare that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with that dainty barrier covering my pussy, Jeryn looped one digit around the gusset of my drawers. Fixing them in place, he flicked his fingers, the knife paring through the fabric.

I gasped as the material flopped apart. Mist hit my folds, the patch of hair glistening for his gaze.

Jeryn muttered under his breath, “Much better.”

Then he cut more. The knife cleaved through the sides until the drawers fluttered from my body and hit the ocean. Waves caught the material and flung it out to the celestial sea, where it disappeared.

With the skirt open and my cunt bared, that left my bodice. Not giving Jeryn time to destroy the rest of the dress, I grabbed the edge and whipped it over my head. My breasts heaved into the night air, my nipples dark and puckering, the points aching.

The prince’s irises glittered at the sight, then rose to my face. “You slay me.”

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