Page 21 of Crown of Draga

The way he held her, how he kissed her – he made it easy for her to say. “I love you, Sirus, and I want to spend the rest of my cycles with you.”

The raw emotion on his face made her knees go weak and Joslynn held on to him for dear life. “I think I’ve loved you since the first time we met,” Sirus told her, touching her red hair with reverence. “I’ve never seen one person with so much fire in my life. You make me want to live, not simply exist.” He kissed her again while she still reeled from his confession. The sweetness of it made her heart ache and the taste of mint on his tongue made her hungry for more.

The tenderness quickly turned to something darker, something hungrier. Sirus held on to her like a man starved. His tongue caressed hers, tickled her lips, and suggested wicked ideas. He tasted sharp and delicious. Joslynn couldn’t help her moan as his large hands gripped her bare waist. She ran her hands up his muscled chest and enjoyed the feel of his flesh under the fabric of his uniform.

“You’re so beautiful, Joslynn. So utterly entrancing,” he rumbled against her lips.

Joslynn wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him slow, soft, and languidly. She lost herself in the taste of him, in his wild scent and felt like she could kiss him forever until he swept her off her feet and then cradled her against his chest, never once breaking their kiss. “I don’t know if we should continue here,” he finally managed. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back.”

Joslynn looked into his ice blue eye, their foreheads touching. She didn’t give a damn about the location. She only wanted him, however she could get him and she wouldn’t wait. “Then don’t,” she whispered. “Everyone will be in the ballroom until dawn.”

The sudden flare of heat in his eye made her glad he supported her weight. Joslynn wasn’t sure she could stand on her own as she melted against him.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

She answered him with a kiss, feeling the passion rise as her breath became ragged. Sirus carried her to a grassy knoll and laid her down with so much devotion. Joslynn reached up for the clasp of her dress. With a simple flick of her nail the dress tumbled to her waist, exposing her completely to the thick, warm air of the conservatory. Sirus drew in a sharp breath as he took her in.

The gentle touch of his hand to her bare waist made Joslynn shiver. She let him look and touch and admire as she reached for the buttons of his jacket. She peeled it back once it hung open. Her fingers trailed over his shoulders lightly and Sirus bent to kiss her neck. The heat between her legs nearly burned. The pulsing ache was almost too much to bear, but Joslynn wanted to take her time and fully enjoy the massive male before her.

Joslynn traced the scar tissue down his neck with her tongue, gently scraping her nails over his back. It incited the reaction she wanted. Sirus bent further and left a trail of kisses from her neck to her collarbone, down to the small curve of her breast and the hard, pink nipple there. When he flicked his tongue over the peak she gasped and her hands spasmed on his back with pleasure.

The attentions he gave made her instantly wet and ready. But he wasn’t nearly undressed enough. Joslynn managed to gather enough sense to work the clasp on the waistband of his pants. With a flick the fabric parted to reveal a very hard, thick cock. Sirus groaned against her breast when she encircled him with her hand. With a little push she had him on his back and right where she wanted him.

Joslynn bent and wrapped her mouth around him, slowly taking his whole length into her mouth, working him with her hand while she did so. Sirus shook under her gentle touch and it made her want him even more until the ache was nearly unbearable. She could feel how wet she was, just from the taste of his hard length.

“Joslynn, stop,” Sirus pleaded, pulling her up. “I’m not ready to be finished.” The warrior took her mouth with his and then rolled her underneath him.

His broad shoulders encased her and made her feel protected and loved. Joslynn stared up into his gorgeous eyes – one perfect and one shattered. His face was all the more beautiful for the scar marring its symmetry. She caressed the mark lovingly and sighed. “I love every part of you.”

The unshed tears in his good eye made her heart swell with a painful, loving ache. She held him close and Sirus wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight enough she couldn’t easily move. Not that she would want to when she felt one hand slide down to tug up her skirts. The head of his cock against her entrance made her eyes roll back into her head with pleasure.

“Sirus,” she murmured, digging her fingernails into his back. He arched at the pain and pressed the length of his cock into her, filling her in one smooth motion. She stretched to accommodate him and gasped at the intense pleasure of it. “Yes.”

He pulled out slowly, teasing her as he stared deep into her soul. Joslynn couldn’t look away from the storm she saw in the icy blue depths. His eye was so light it nearly glowed. She held on desperately as he stroked back into her, gently but with determination. She took all of him, her hips rising to meet his as the tempo increased. All the while he kissed her slowly and sweetly.

Joslynn couldn’t speak, she couldn’t think as she was stretched and filled with pleasure so intense she threw her head back. Sirus wrapped his large hand around the back of her neck and took her as he rode them both hard. The feeling grew until she thought her skin would burst.

Her nails scored his back and she moaned his name onto his lips, tasting him. Her pleasure crested and Joslynn cried out. It was too much for him, and with a final thrust Sirus buried his face into her neck, muffling the roaring growl as he came. She shuddered and pulsed around him, milking every last drop from his cock, and his orgasm only continued hers until she could barely breathe.

Joslynn collapsed and Sirus laid them both gently on the silky grass that reminded her so much of home. He kissed her adoringly, little brushes of his lips against her eyelids, her nose, her temples, the corners of her mouth. She smiled as she held him close and listened to his promises.

“Now that you have me, you can’t get rid of me,” Sirus rumbled into her hair.

Joslynn laughed and snuggled into him. “Good, you big brute.” He was anything but as a lover. She adored that about him. “I don’t want you going anywhere.”

Sirus stroked her hair as they enjoyed the full, purple moon of Mala in the night sky above them. The glittering of stars and the purple glow helped her forget about the recent horrors. Joslynn let herself enjoy this moment and the way Sirus’s strong body felt against hers as he held her tight.

She could no longer deny the love she had for her barbarian warrior and she never wanted to again.

---