Page 120 of A Trial of the Heart

His tongue ran through me as I gasped aloud, my body trembling in response.

Daxton paused and leaned to whisper in my ear, “Since I’ve held my title, I’ve neverwillinglysubmitted myself or kneeled before another aside from you.” I stilled at his confession, the world itself ceasing to move.“Youare my true queen, Skylar Cathal. I’ll shatter the world on your command alone.”

I turned to look at the male who held my heart—who tethered my very soul to this life and the next. Words could not accurately express the love and devotion shining in his eyes, and I knew… I knew he would take on the world for me.

I kissed him, laying my soul bare, giving him every piece of me. “I need you—now.”

Daxton grabbed my hips between his strong hands, and in one thrust, he buried his perfect cock deep inside me.

“Gods! Yes, Daxton!” I screamed over the balcony into the chilling night air, meeting his thrusts in rolling waves of pleasure that made the strength in my limbs disappear as he filled me from behind.

He remained buried inside me, wrapping my hair around his wrist and pulling me upright. “We were made for each other, Skylar. I’ll never stop wanting to have you like this.”

He slowly pulled out before powerfully thrusting back in once more. His balls were slick from my arousal, and our combined releases from earlier that night. They brushed against my clit each time his hilt slammed into me, giving me a welcomed friction that enhanced the pleasure building in my core.

My inner walls tightened as another blissful orgasm threatened to break free, and I wanted… No, I needed to feel him come with me. I reached down between my legs, fondling his balls with my fingers and giving them a slight tug as he jerked his hips forward.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

“You like it when I touch them?”

“Yes,” he breathed, quickening his pace.

I continued holding them, happily stroking my sex in tune with his hard thrusts with waves of heat coursing through us both. I could feel his sack tighten as he continued to fuck me within an inch of my release.

“I’m close,” I rasped.

“I know.” He pushed me forward, bending over to grab my breasts as he pounded harder into my dripping-wet center.

“Gods! Yes, just like that… Yes!” I screamed. He shifted forward to slide his mouth down to the base of my neck, thrusting deep inside me. “Daxton!” I wailed as my orgasm spiraled through me.

Daxton moaned in response, his legs trembling as he emptied himself for the second time tonight. Thank the Gods he was taking the monthly aid.

“I don’t want to move, or more accurately, I don’t know if I can.” I leaned over the railing, my face flushed from my climax and my skin warm from his touch.

Daxton hadn’t yet marked my neck with his bite. He had asked me if I wanted him to claim me, following our shifter customs, but I didn’t want him to until I was able to reciprocate. Until the trials were over and our bond was sealed.

“Come with me,” he said, his breath still labored. “I want to show you something.”

“All right,” I answered, immediately intrigued as we strode from the balcony.

“And I need to find some clothes. My blood isn’t as thick as yours. Without your gorgeous body keeping me warm, the winter chill will likely freeze my balls off.”

“I wasn’t the one who carried us out here onto the open balcony,” I teased, unaffected by the cold sting of night air thanks to my shifter half. “Don’t you command ice magic?”

“I don’t routinely freeze myself.” He smirked, his mouth spreading into a wide smile. “Well, actually, there was one occasion.”

“When?” I asked, crossing the threshold of the doorway to pull a night slip over my head.

“That morning in the bathhouse.”

“In Solace?”

Daxton reached for his pants, pulling them up and over his muscular thighs before securing them loosely around his waist. “How else do you think I managed to stay on the other side of that hut while you were very naked… and very wet in the bath across from me? I froze my ass to the bench so I wouldn’t take you right then and there.”

“Maybe you should’ve,” I said with a dangerous look.

“Careful, Spitfire.” His gray eyes darkened like storm clouds, ready to unleash themselves in a raging downpour.

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