Page 109 of A Trial of the Heart

Gods. He was intentionally toying with me, and I loved it.

“Still ravenous?” he asked, backing me up to the kitchen island so I was sitting atop the slab.

“Yes,” I answered, reaching for the hem of the shirt and ripping it off and over my head. “For you.”

Without hesitating, Daxton’s mouth immediately went to my breasts, devouring one of my nipples and making it harden before moving on to the next. My head fell backward, with my legs spreading wider to hold him close.

I shifted to the edge of the slab, his erection seductively grinding against my sex. He felt so fucking good I might shatter to pieces right there on the edge of the island. I was on the verge of coming from the friction of him alone. I wanted more, though. My yearning for him was almost indescribable, and I couldn’t wait another second before having him inside me.

“Gods above,” Dax snarled possessively. “I could fuck and come on your beautiful breasts alone, Skylar.” His hands caressed my curves as he continued to worship my body with his lips and glorious tongue. Heat flared in my blood, my apex throbbing with a desperate aching need to be filled.

“But that’s for another time. I need to be inside you. I’m afraid I’ll go mad if I don’t… Are you—”

I leaned forward, lifting my backside off the countertop to quickly slide my pants down, answering Daxton’s question before he could finish forming it.

His fingers quickly unfastened the tie of his pants as they dropped to the floor, freeing his long hard cock from its tethered cage. We were both naked in seconds, and it still didn’t seem fast enough. My mate pulled my hips to the edge of the counter, his mouth eagerly finding mine. Our kiss became hungry, hot, and heavy, mimicking our heightened desperation.

This time … we would fuck without restraints, acting purely on desire and drive.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, interlocked my ankles together, and clutched onto his shoulders. Lowering himself to the edge of the counter, Dax grasped the base of his shaft, guiding the head of his moistened tip through my aching sex. He brushed his tip across my clit, teasing us both with the promise of sweet release soon to come. Lining himself up just right, he brought his hips back and then, in one powerful movement, sheathed himself inside me.

“Oh, Yes!” I moaned as my head fell back, my inner walls aching with the feel of his length filling every inch.

My mate thrust into me again, and again. Each movement stretching and satisfying me with more mind-numbing pleasure than the last. “Daxton, yes! I need you to…” I moaned.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Dominate me.”

Daxton stilled for a moment, a deep predatory growl of satisfaction erupting from his chest, sending waves of excitement and anticipation. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” I breathed heavily, my magic rolling through me and combining with his. The words effortlessly spilled out of my mouth, forming without a second thought.

There was a sharp flicker of amusement paired with desire deep in Daxton’s stare that told me he was happy to oblige.

One of his hands raised to my throat, as he pushed me flat onto my back, looming over me with his shaft buried to its hilt. His eyes devoured the sight of me splayed across the slab, while his cock slowly slid from of my entrance.

“As you command, myqueen.”

Daxton’s strong thighs banged against the edge of the island as he thrust into me with his dominating hold. I moaned, moving to meet his hard thrust, clenching my legs around his waist, and devouring the luxurious friction between our two thriving bodies. Daxton’s grip on my throat was just enough to push my animal to the surface to fight for control, the dance of dominance heightening the building tension. His show of power, with his hold on my throat paired with his pounding cock, sent me soaring higher toward a sweet release.

Heheld the power this time. Fulfilling the part of me that was driven to find a mate worthy enough, strong enough to claim the title.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Skylar,” Daxton growled, finding a slower, deeper rhythm with his long, powerful thrusts. “Look at me,” he commanded.

My eyes snapped open, feeling the swell of power from my animal in response to his magic, the dominating hold on me, and the sultry, rough tone of his voice.

“Good.” He leaned himself forward, his length fully seated inside me, causing me to gasp loud enough for the entire Summit to hear. “I want to see that fire in your eyes while you come. I want to feel you tremble with pleasure as you find that sweet release.” He kissed me, our tongues intertwining and desperate to taste each other.

Backing away, Dax’s stare bore into me, the intensity of it spinning my arousal even higher. Releasing my throat, he cupped the back of my neck, ensuring I couldn’t look anywhere but those heated silver-gray eyes. His pace quickened, and I clung to him with every ounce of strength I could muster.

The pressure was rising, and I could feel my climax building. With a free hand, Daxton reached down to stroke my clit while he continued fucking me, and I came undone. My inner walls contracted around him as I screamed in pure ecstasy.

Daxton continued to fuck me, refusing to move his thumb, extending the length of my orgasm until he was ready with his own. With one final thrust and a roar of pleasure, Daxton found his release.

My mate remained buried deep within me as he rose up, pulling me with him to rest against his chest. I turned to kiss his neck, my lips trailing a line of kisses toward the scar I made in the center of his tattoo. His fingers interlaced with mine as he brought them to his lips, delicately kissing their backs as his other arm draped over me.

“Now, the kitchen has become appetizing for an entirely different reason,” Daxton whispered. “But… we do need to find you some actual clothes.”

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