Page 17 of The Time Of Kings

For me, it was as if this was the first breath I was finally able to take after a day of drowning.

He was my everything.

And if such complexity that was our love had to be stripped down to a simple word, it would have been this…

“Finally.”

A word he uttered over my lips, telling me instantly he knew who I was to him. That his fate had finally been gifted to him after thousands of years in waiting. It hit him all at once, whereas I had been living my own fate with him these last three decades. I had spent years fighting for our fate, battling against all that stood in our way and having our love for one another tested time and time again.

But for Draven, in this time, there was nothing that could possibly stand in our way. Not even the restrictions painted by this century’s society. I knew that when he deepened the kiss until, I swear, I was close to finding release.

My fingers curled in his waistcoat and every time he felt them tighten with a desperate grip, he rumbled his own pleasure at knowing that he wasn’t the only one gripped by our first kiss. The depths of which was one we both gladly indulged in. This as our tongues duelled and our lips melded together like the last two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly into place. One that painted a picture of our future lives. A picture that was now complete and despite that little voice in my head telling me this was too dangerous, it was a warning that went by completely ignored.

Especially when he gathered me up by the waist, lifting me until my feet lost the floor so as he could freely walk me around to the side of the bed. Then he lowered me down, following me there before holding his weight above me, caging me in with his muscular frame. And despite this being done for the thousandth time, it didn’t make it any less perfect. As every moment with Draven was a moment I treasured like a gift. Okay, so maybe not when we argued, and I wanted to throw a pillow at his head.

“Gods, you are so beautiful,” he told me, pulling back from our kiss enough to stroke a gentle hand over my head. A tender action that had him pushing my damp hair back from my face, making me bite my lip like I always did when slightly nervous. Because everything about this reminded me of the first time I met Draven, and how anxious I was back then.

“And this lip, gods what it makes me want to do to you,” he told me, making me blush before deciding to be brave enough to raise myself up enough to say,

“Then why don’t you?”

The bold statement first caused surprise to bloom in his dark eyes. This before it quickly morphed into desire, as those same eyes seeped into purple flames. Something that as years spent as his wife I no longer needed to question. But as a mortal of this era and one he had just met, then I knew it should have been something I questioned.

However, when he swooped down and started kissing me once, I failed to act the part. Especially as heat scorched between us, and enough that he wasted not a second longer before making his intentions clear on where this was headed.

He reached down with his hand so as he could start to gather up the dress I was wearing. Doing so until he finally reached the bare skin he had been looking for, now running his palm along my leg and, of course, making me moan. His hand soon turned into a firm grip so as he could pull my leg up to hook it over his gorgeous arse. But his talented hand didn’t stop in its journey. No, it welcomingly continued up my thigh as he continued to push lengths of material out of his way.

Of course, I couldn’t have cared had he torn the damn thing off me at this point, I only cared that I could now feel the thick, hard length of his cock straining against his breeches. And the second I let my head fall back and closed my eyes at the barest hint of contact he made against my core, I shamelessly rubbed myself against him. And let’s just say, I think my actions must have confirmed his earlier thoughts, because I was definitely not the unsure, blushing little virgin, he might have expected me to be.

In fact, I couldn’t have acted that way even if my life had depended on my doing so. Because being this way with him was as natural as breathing for me. Which meant faking the nervous struggle would have been impossible. So, with every grind of my body against his and every moan that went with it, it ended up being just another green light for him to continue.

And continue he did.

Something that started with him shifting his body up so he could see for himself what I was wearing underneath my dress. And just like having sight of my bra when in the bathroom, he quickly became transfixed by the small triangle of satin covering my sex. I ended up shuddering the moment I felt the backof a single finger caress down the centre, moaning slightly the second it grazed my clit.

“This undergarment… it is…” He paused as if unable to form the words at first, before finishing his sentence on a husky breath.“…enchanting.”

As for myself, well I couldn’t have spoken in that moment even if I had wanted to. He didn’t just steal my words, but he also stole my breath. Just like when he ducked his head down to my core and ran his nose up the satin where his finger had recently made the journey. A bold move on his part that ended with me gasping at the feel.

A deep rumbling sound quickly followed as he took in my aroused scent, sending his Demon side feral as a growl vibrated up from his chest. Any mortal woman hearing this for the first time would have no doubt freaked enough to try to move away. But thankfully for me, my reactions weren’t under scrutiny, and a good job too or he would have been asking me of my mental state.

But as it stood, his need to taste me far outweighed his rational thinking or his suspicious mind. And instead of asking me if I was sound of mind, he was off the side of the bed quicker than eyes could see. One second, he was there looming over the lower half of me, and the next he had me gripped tight under my knees. Then he yanked me to the edge of the bed towards where he was now knelt on the floor. I cried out in shock, a sound that was ignored as he tossed my legs over his shoulders and pulled me in closer to his face.

“So soft,”he hummed to himself as he continued to run his nose up the small amount of material covering my sex. His hands ran up the inside of my thighs before following the arch of the high satin straps that followed the curve of my hips. Then he hooked his thumbs under the elastic and made the slow, sexual expedition down my legs as he pulled my underwear lower. Mylegs had no choice but to fall from his wide shoulders as he removed them completely.

Once they were gone, he then stood and removed his fresh clean jacket. All the while, never once taking his eyes from me. Even as he rolled up his sleeves, making me squirm under his intense gaze. His strong muscular forearms tensed as he fisted his hands momentarily, as if trying to hold himself back from tearing my dress in two.

“But now it is time to feel true softness, as I taste you for the first time,” he told me once he had lowered back to his knees, this time granting me a firm order, “Now spread your legs for me, my little thief.”

His rumbled command made me swallow hard before doing as I was told. This time putting my legs back over his shoulders without his help and of my own free will.

“Good girl,”he praised, and just like all the times before when he had commended me in the past, I couldn’t help but let a slight moan slip, telling him just what hearing this did to me. But then with the first dip of his tongue against my most sensitive part, my body played out the steps to this sexual dance we had already spent decades performing. Starting with the way my neck arched as the back of my head pressed into the bed. I closed my eyes as a single word was whispered, breaking through the hold my teeth had on my bottom lip.

“Yes.”

His response to my pleasure and acceptance of him giving it to me was to growl his approval against the folds of my sex. Quivering flesh that was no doubt already glistening with my arousal. Just another sign of how badly I wanted this and was more than ready to take all he was willing to give me. Because quite honestly…

I wanted it all.

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