Page 46 of A Trial of the Heart

“But…” He slowly released his hold on my hair and grasped the base of my neck with one hand while the other began working its way underneath my gown. “These are not the proper conditions for the first time I have my way with you, Skylar Cathal. You deserve better than this—better from me. But it doesn’t mean we can’t enjoyotherthings tonight.”

“Thefirsttime … huh?” I playfully mocked, twirling a finger around a strand of his luscious hair.

“Yes.” He grinned, catching my play on words. “Thefirsttime I fuck you, I’ll have you shaking and trembling so immensely from the intensity of your orgasms that you’ll be unable to leave my bed. I intend to make that beautiful voice of yours hoarse from screaming my name over and over again as I make you come with my mouth, my fingers… and then, finally, my cock buried deep inside you.”

My eyes widened with pure elation, my apex throbbing with a deep-seated need that could only be fed by his touch. I didn’t care which one he picked to please me with first. I already knew what his fingers and mouth could do, and selfishly, I needed more.

“That a promise?” I breathed heavily, my chest rising and falling in deep swells. He nuzzled his face into the nook of my neck, kissing the sensitive spot near my collarbone that drove me absolutely wild. “Daxton—”

Hearing his name on my lips caused him to release a pleasing rumble from deep within his chest. In response, he thrusted his hips up between my thighs, slowly releasing his lips from my skin.

“The moment you first entered the ballroom tonight,” he rasped, “I became lost in your beauty. You’re an absolute vision, breathtaking in rags or riches, and even more so naked.” I bit my lip, blushing at the last remark, but Daxton’s smirk only grew. “You shined brighter and more beautiful than any alluring diamond or rare jewel tonight. I couldn’t, nor do I want toevertake my eyes off you.”

“I heard you had this dress made for me.”

“I did.” He leaned back, examining the delicate handiwork of the tailor. Slowly, Daxton traced his hands over my curves, his fingers skimming along the bottom of my breasts and lingering along the deep V of the dress. “It needs to come off, though. I’d hate to see it torn to shreds.”

“You first.” I smirked.

He flashed me a wicked grin that exposed his long, sharp canines. “What’re you playing at, Spitfire?”

Oh, the places I want him to use those teeth. I had an idea in mind, but I needed to make sure he was well enough to enjoy it with me.

“Care for a bath?” A spark of lust ignited my words. I wasn’t going to let tomorrow’s trouble interfere with tonight.

His hooded eyes slanted as he peered at the washroom. “Alone—or with you?”

“With me,” I said as I unfastened the clasps at the top of my gown. “I’ll need your help, though.” I stood and turned my back toward him as his fingers meticulously unbuttoned the delicate clasps that ended near the base of my spine. I held onto the edges of my gown and stepped toward the direction of the washroom. “Get undressed, and I’ll fill the tub.” I passed through the opening and heard the creak of the bed not long after I rounded the corner.

I knew he was still recovering, so I planned to move cautiously at first, allowing him to set the pace and take charge of how far we could go.

One of the benefits of the fae magic and, apparently, a rich, decadent palace was that there was a supply of scalding hot water that you could summon with the turn of a single knob. I adjusted the dial, getting the temperature just right as it filled the tub to the brim.

The sound of bare feet stepping onto the washroom tile caught my attention. Without turning around, I stood up from the water’s edge, dropping the sides of my gown and revealing my naked flesh.

Daxton rushed to cross the distance between us, his chest against my bare back as he brushed my hair to the side, slowly tracing his fingers across my shoulder. Heat flushed my cheeks as I tilted my head to rest it against the crook of his neck. His firm, muscular frame molded against mine, making me tremble with desire as his pulsing cock pressed against my backside. My fingers reached up to thread into his midnight and silver hair, pulling him toward me while he cupped my exposed breasts in his large hands. He used his knuckles to tantalize my nipples, making them harden into perfect peaks.

“Daxton,” I moaned as his lips hovered over the skin along my neck.

“I’m a gods-damned fool,” he swore. “I can’t believe I haven’t kissed you yet. Since I saw you walk into the room tonight, it was all I could think about doing.”

“That can be fixed.” I dropped my arms and turned around to see all of him.

The sight of my high prince standing unencumbered was exhilarating. He was absolute perfection, sculpted from head to toe with rippling muscles that mimicked marble. My eyes devoured the sight of him with a hunger roaring in me that I didn’t know how to describe.

Admiring his broad shoulders, I traced my palms over his muscles, moving inward toward his firm pecs and down along his rippled, taut stomach. Then, ever so slowly, I allowed my fingers to migrate further down his body, along the V cut in his hips that pointed directly at his large, hardening shaft. I swallowed an audible gasp, my eyes widening as I took in his sheer size for the first time. I had seen my fair share of shifter males in Solace, but Daxton was indeed a sight to behold.

Dax watched me taking in the sight of him with a cunning smirk stretching across tempting lips I needed to taste. A ravenous hunger lurked in the depths of his stormed gaze that I wanted to lose myself within. A strong pulse of desire flooded my body, fueled by the cunning spark of excitement that shone beneath his hooded eyes. His cock throbbed at my light touch, hardening even more as I continued to admire him.

I bit my lip as the apex between my thighs ached.

Daxton released a deep, dominating growl that erupted from within his throat. “Come here, I need you. Tonight, Skylar Cathal, you’re mine, and mine alone.”

“Andyou, Daxton Aegaeon, High Prince of Silver Meadows, prince who was promised,” I said,reciting the titles I knew. “My Dax… You belong to me.” With the dimple appearing against his bearded cheek, I knew my response was well received.

Daxton greedily pulled me into his arms, giving me the most passionate and heated kiss that I had ever felt in my life. My body hummed with pleasure as his lips parted, inviting me to explore his mouth with my tongue while his hands traveled along the curves of my body. I molded myself to him, feeling his hardened length pulse against the soft skin of my stomach.

I wanted him. There was absolutely no denying this fact. I was desperate to explore every inch of his body as he did to me the previous night.

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