Page 52 of The Horde King of Shadow

“I have thought only about doing that since I first saw you in this damned dress,” he grated.

He tore at the dress, but luckily whatever material it was crafted from—and I strongly suspected they were a kind of dragon scale—it was durable and strong. He didn’t rip it in his ferocity, but he did pull it off quickly, tugging it over my hips with a swift jerk. It pooled at my feet, leaving me naked and exposed.

Sarkin’s nostrils flared, those dark eyes skimming over every inch of me. He went behind me, his hand drifting across my waist. I heard his whispered curse, coupled with a soft groan. I sighed when I felt his hands stroke down my bare back and then bit my lip when they cupped my rounded backside, when they squeezed in appreciation.

“Perfect,aralye,” he murmured into my ear, pulling me back against him. Against my lower back, I felt the unmistakable outline of his cock, hard like Dakkari steel and impossibly hot, even through his trews.

The heat between my thighs was growing unbearable as impatience nipped at my spine. Sarkin seemed to feel it too because his touch grew even more possessive, his fingers digging into my hips hard as he brought me back to rock against his cock.

Against my back, I could feel his heart. It matched my own thunderous beat.

He spun me around, and the intensity in his gaze was nearly a glare. His motions were quick and purposeful, his hands beginning to tug and untie the laces of his trews.

“Get my vest off,” he growled. “Need to feel you against me.”

My fingers flew to the silver catches, but my hands were shaking in my need. I only got two undone by the time Sarkin kicked off his boots and pants. He was silent as he ripped at the material, the silver clasps flying across the stone. My hands were on his chest before he even shrugged off his vest, fingers digging into the solid, warm muscles of his pectoral. I brushed them over his hardened, flat, dark nipples, eliciting a sharp inhale from him.

Then my hands were everywhere, roaming, exploring. My inner thighs were still wrapped, but the tops of the bandages were getting soaked with my need.

I moaned when I felt his fingers brush my sex. It was like a zap of lightning went through me, and I nearly drew his blood when my fingernails dug into his skin.

“Fuck.You’re dripping for me, Klara.”

I couldn’t say anything but “Yes.More!”

My hips rocked against him as he touched me. My face lifted, wanting to feel him everywhere. His eyes were watchful though wild. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he even looked furious in his intensity.

“That feels so good,” I moaned, drunk on his gaze.

Sarkin’s gaze flicked to my lips. Just as his thumb brushed over my sensitive clit, making me jump and gasp, he tookadvantage. His head lowered and he captured my lips in a fierce kiss.

His lips were soft and warm. My head spun. I breathed into him, feeling his tongue stroke against my own, a deep groan building in the back of his throat. His hard cock was pressed against my soft belly, his hand between my legs, playing and strumming me like an instrument, and I felt thoroughly claimed by his kiss.

My knees gave out, but he caught me, holding me up with little effort, and before I knew it, I was up in his arms. His lips never left my own though I felt the loss of his touch between my thighs.

When my back met stone, I realized he had me propped up against one of the heartstone pillars. The trickle of lake water ran over my body, little tendrils that felt like faint touches, stroking over me. A stream spilled over my shoulder and ran over my nipple, making me squirm against Sarkin.

He released my lips, biting his way down my jaw and over my throat. He sucked and kissed me there, and a shiver raced up my spine, the chamber spinning. How could I be so incrediblysensitivethere?

I was loud, crying out uncontrollably from his wild kiss, one of my hands gripping his shoulder and the other diving into his thick, wavy hair, the strands silky and surprisingly soft.

I want to feel it tickle between my thighs,came the wanton thought, and even more arousal dripped from me. There had been a salacious image in my book of just that. I’d been curious ever since about what that must feel like.

His lips trailed down my neck and went straight for one of my nipples, sucking on it hard, making my back arch off the pillar. He lapped at the heartstone water that skimmed off my nipple, his tongue darting out to flick the sensitive peak. Aroundthe room, I could hear the whispers, the beat and pulse of them growing louder and louder.

It might have been Lishara’s presence here…or it might’ve been Kakkari’s.

Maybe they are one and the same,I thought.

“Gods,” I breathed, my brow furrowing, looking down at Sarkin with a half-lidded gaze. I wasn’t scared or frightened of what would come next. I didn’t care if there was pain. All I knew was that I needed him inside me. I needed to feel him, hard and possessive and wild, joined with me in the most primal of ways. “Hanniva!”

I felt the press of his cock between my legs, the slick head brushing over my entrance.

“Wrap your legs around me. Tight,” he growled, his voice dark and deep, nearly unrecognizable in his lust. His hands came to my waist, hitching me up and holding me securely as my legs wound around his hips, my ankles locking around his back.

I was shamelessly exposed, and when I looked between us, I saw his cock. My lips parted, the first pinprick of doubt going through me, wondering if we would fit. A moment later, I realized it didn’t matter. Weneededto, or I would die from this agony, this “blessing.”

The head was bulbous and slick. With parted lips, I saw a bead of shimmering pre-come push from the slit at the tip, and I nearly whimpered as it rolled down the side. His shaft was impossibly thick, but it was the heat that radiated off him that surprised me the most.

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