Page 68 of Red Dreams

He kisses a path down the valley of my breasts while I’m pressed against the wall, his hand coming up to palm one, histhumb brushing over the pebbled nipple. I arch into his touch with a gasp.

Kaden's mouth closes around my other nipple, his tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive bud. I moan, my head falling back against the wall with a thud. He lavishes attention on my breasts, sucking and nipping until I'm writhing.

“Please, Kaden,” I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for.

He seems to know anyway. His other hand drifts lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my leggings. I squirm as his fingers brush against my most sensitive flesh, slick with desire. Kaden circles my clit, making me buck against his hand with a needy whine.

I'm aching for more, my body singing with want.

“Please,” I gasp out.

“Please what, Wraithling? Tell me what you need.”

“I need you. Inside me. Filling me.”

Kaden's eyes darken further at my breathless plea. My feet hit the floor in one swift motion, and he rips my leggings away, the fabric giving easily under his strength. Cool air hits my overheated skin, and I shiver.

He drops to his knees, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder. Then his mouth is on me, his tongue delving between my folds to lap at the wetness there. I cry out, my head thudding back against the wall.

Kaden grips my thighs, holding me open. He traces patterns on my clit, flicking and circling and sucking until the pressure starts building.

“Kaden, I'm going to ... I'm close...” I pant, my fingers sinking into his hair.

He doubles his efforts, sealing his lips around my clit and sucking hard as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot. With a hoarse scream, I shatter. Kadenworks me through it, prolonging my pleasure until I'm limp and trembling.

Before I can catch my breath, he's surging up to recapture my mouth. I taste myself on his tongue, and it makes me throb with renewed desire. I feel him, hard and insistent, pressing against my belly.

Kaden lifts me again, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock notches at my entrance, teasing me.

“Take what's yours,” he rasps against my lips. “Take all of me.”

With a roll of my hips, I sink onto him, taking him to the hilt in one smooth glide. We groan in unison at the exquisite stretch and fullness. For a moment, we're both still, foreheads pressed together, just savoring the feel of each other.

Then Kaden starts to move, withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back in.

The ancient cottage walls rattle with the force of our passion, absorbing the echoes of my cries and his grunts. Kaden's hands grip my hips hard enough to leave fresh bruises, branding me in a way that feels like worship rather than violence.

My nails rake down his back, my heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.

Kaden seems to have the same idea. He shifts the angle of his hips, hitting a spot so deep I see stars. I throw my head back with a keening cry, the tendons of my neck straining.

“That's it, let me hear you,” he pants. “Let the whole fucking town know who you belong to.”

I'm too lost in sensation to be self-conscious. Let them hear. Let the world know I'm his and he's mine.

“Yours,” I gasp out. “Only yours.”

Those words seem to spur him on. He's chasing his release as much as he's driving me toward my own.

“Let go,” he commands in a gravelly rasp. “I’ve got you.”

And I do. I let go with a silent scream, my body bowing in his hold as rapture crashes over me in unrelenting waves. I clench rhythmically around him, pulling him over the edge with me.

Kaden buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside me and rocking us through the aftershocks.

We stay like that for a while, joined, hearts pounding in sync, breathing each other’s air.

“Mine,” he murmurs, cupping my cheek.

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