Page 21 of A Trial of the Heart

This male would be my undoing.

“What do you want, Skylar?” His words were laced with a heated passion that caressed my skin without him ever having to touch me. Through the open collar of his shirt, I could see the muscles on his bare chest flex as he shifted forward, his mouth hovering inches from the base of my neck. “Tell me what you want.”

I was done for.

“I want you,” I said, my chest rising and falling in rhythm with my thundering pulse. “I want to experience blissful pleasure to counteract this pain. I want to forget about the darkness… my fears, and just be here—withyou.”

Daxton released a low affectionate growl that reminded me of a purr. “I’m at your disposal, Spitfire.”

Rough hands ravaged the curves of my body as Daxton’s lips latched onto the base of my neck, lightly scraping my skin with his teeth. I moaned as he kissed the most sensitive places he could on a shifter’s body, where we would mark our mates with a bite, forever scarring the skin.

His hands migrated to fondle my breasts, as his fingertips played with my nipples, causing them to harden into firm points. I reached under his shirt to feel his chiseled muscles with one hand while I clutched the base of his neck with the other. Daxton’s mouth released my neck and eagerly found my lips, taking control and swallowing our shared moans of pleasure.

Holy—Gods. He was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. His lips reminded me of the sweetest dessert, paired with a fine wine that I couldn’t seem to get enough of. I pushed my hips forward, angling them just right to align with his hardening length as our kiss deepened. It felt like he was starving, and I was the only thing that would satisfy his ravening hunger.

I opened my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist as he thrust forward, grinding his erection into my apex that was throbbing with need. My sheer skirt and his thin training pants created a practically non-existent barrier, allowing me to feel every inch of him. Daxton pressed his hard length against me, moving his hips in a mind-altering rhythm that ignited a pulsing need in mycenter. I rolled my hips in sync with his thrusts, desperate for the friction created between our thriving bodies.

To my surprise, my animal responded with her own wave of desire that pushed me over the edge of my control, driving me wild. This was different from Gilen. Different from anyone I had ever been with. It was almost like she was giving her approval for Daxton to claim us and fill us with his seed.Fuck.I was desperate, the need to have him inside me becoming almost uncontrollable.

He moaned against my lips, and I was frantic to do anything to hear that sound emerge from him again. Daxton then paused, pulled back for a brief second, and suddenly, I sensed it.

“Dax!” I gasped as I inhaled the scent of his arousal for the first time.

It was the most delectable aroma I had ever encountered. It carried me away, like I was running free through the forest mountains with luscious pine trees surrounding me on all sides. I was wild … free. His arousal drove me into a heated frenzy, and my animal responded with her own flush of power and excitement.

Daxton gave me a wickedly playful grin as his mouth devoured mine once more. This time, the kiss intensified as I parted my lips for him to taste me fully. Our kisses driven by deep seeded hunger that surpassed all reason. I tilted my hips, aligning the head of his cock perfectly between my thighs.

“Fuck. Spitfire,” Daxton growled with a heavy voice laced with desire.

My body burned with intense need. And I knew I wanted all of this… withhim.

Daxton was the epitome of everything I had ever hoped or dreamed of finding. I trusted him, and I knewhe trusted me. We had formed a bond together before ever expressing one physically—and I knew, even though I had fought against even admitting it… I knew I was falling for him.

He moved to reach for the bottom of his tunic and quickly pulled it over his head. I sat back in awe, fawning over the sculpted physique that towered over me. I couldn’t help reaching out my hand to trace over the tattooed design that adorned his left shoulder, ending on the mark I made from my arrow the first night we met.

Daxton closed his eyes, his head tipping back as my palms glided across the taut muscles of his chest and shoulders. As I followed the ink over his pec, down toward his rigid abdominal muscles, and then lower still, a low sensual gasp escaped his lips. My fingertips tracing over the V in his hips that pointed toward his pulsing cock that was angled directly at me.

I desperately craved to feel the weight of his naked body pressed on top of mine. The thought alone made my center throb with anticipation, as my desire for him only intensified.

Daxton eagerly helped remove my shirt, lifting it over my head as my hair cascaded over my shoulders. His heated gaze lingered on my body as the intense stare in his eyes silenced any doubts about his desire for me.

He was staring at me like I was a masterpiece. Like I was something he had only dreamt of and never imagined he would get the chance to see. I knew this because it was the same way I was looking at him. Daxton bent to kiss me deeply once more, before he slowly pulled away. His hooded eyes dropped to the bindings on my breasts as I reached back to unhook the clasps. I watched as the hunger inside his gray stormed eyes shone with intense longing and anticipation. Histhroat bobbed as his breathing quickened while he waited for the fabric to fall away.

“Are you going to just tease me?” he asked before turning those alluringly gorgeous eyes back up to meet mine. The intensity of his stare stole my breath away. I bit my bottom lip and purposefully stalled my fingers from untying the strap that would unveil my breasts.

My High Prince of Silver Meadows flashed me a sinister grin. “You’re truly … a wickedly cruel female. Taunting me like this.” His smile widened as a dimple appeared along his cheek. “Spitfire…” My apex throbbed as he purred my nickname in a husky, lustrous voice.

“Whatever do you mean, Princey?” Slowly I unlatched the final hook and tossed my bindings aside. Dax didn’t bother to say anything more. There was no need for words right now.

He pushed himself on top of me and pinned me onto my back. Sprawling me across the bed, Daxton took one of my breasts firmly in his grasp while dropping his head to take my other pebbled peak into his mouth. I arched my back as intense waves of mind-altering pleasure washed over me. He slowly sucked on my nipple, worshiping my body with his lips and the tips of his sharpened canines, building me up higher and higher. He migrated over to the next breast while his free hand moved toward my soaked entrance that was begging for his attention. Daxton’s fingers reached under my waistband to stroke my sex, and my body began shaking with pure delight.

Daxton stilled and adjusted his positioning, releasing my hardened nipple with a popping sound that made him grin. I eagerly took advantage of the space between us and reached down toward the fastening onhis pants. Dax tensed as my fingers worked the strings, keenly aware of what we were about to do.

I was ready for this, but it didn’t stop a wave of nervousness from crashing to the surface.

Daxton sensed my second of hesitation, reaching out to intertwine our fingers before bringing them to his lips and gently kissing each one.

“You’re nervous,” he said as a fact and not a question. I gazed at the breathtakingly gorgeous male in front of me. His naked torso taunting me to reach out and lick my tongue over every peak and valley I could find. Gods…I could spend all night just kissing him.

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