Page 55 of Wings of Cruelty and Flame

“Varidian,” I gasped, my hand finding his bicep, fingernails biting into leather. “Varidian.”

“That’s it, chant my name, dearling. I’m obsessed with the sound of it on your tongue.”

Heat squeezed, pleasure coiled, and I sank my teeth into Varidian’s shoulder as I came so hard, I saw stars. It was a release of grief and stress and fear, a reminder that he was home. It wrung me out until I slumped against him with a deep breath, my whole body relaxed.

“If you even think about denying me your cock,” I threatened lazily, “I’ll use the knife at my thigh and stab you somewhere delicate.”

“I’d enjoy that a little too much,” he laughed, fingers trailing over the straps that held the weapon to my thigh. “And don’t worry, menace, I’ll never deny you a thing again. I learned my lesson in the storm, when I wished I hadn’t wasted a single moment with you.”

“I’m glad you’ve seen the error of your ways.”

His laugh was softer this time. “What was it you told me to do? Keep my mouth shut and fuck you?”

“It was good advice,” I murmured, my eyelids heavy over my eyes. “You should take it.”

When his hands settled on my hips, adjusting me over him, a shock went through my body like a bolt of lightning. It startled my heavy eyes wide and shuddered through my body, waking me up so I felt every touch like fireworks across my skin as Varidian lined the tip of his cock with my entrance. I was dripping allover him, I realised, and my face heated but Varidian didn’t look disgusted. He looked hungry and a little feral.

“Ready for me, dearling?”

“Yes.”

When he filled me, it was nothing like that first finger. There was something more satisfying about this, something primal about having his cock inside me. That dark, possessive feeling returned, swelling behind my breastbone. I wanted to keep him forever. I’d kill anyone who tried to take him from me. Even storms would pay if they tried to steal him again.

Varidian didn’t have any filthy words or breathless exultations this time. He just kissed me, gasping and deep and pleading. The slide of leather beneath my thighs only added sensation and a layer of thrill that I was naked while he was fully clothed. What flesh I had access to I scratched and grasped and kissed, each thrust making me a little animalistic.

He started slowly, bouncing me on him with the gentle press of hands on my hips, but within minutes all sense of composure had left my husband until he gripped me fiercely, one hand on my ass as our hips slapped together over and over.

“Menace, dearling, fuck,” he exclaimed, his body like a bowstring under me. I lavished kisses on his throat, delighted to find they made him as weak as they did me. His head fell back, a low groan leaving him, and our bodies came together faster, harder, his hands controlling my pace.

His breathing turned choppy, and it was so sexy to hear him come apart, to feel him trembling and taut under me, to feel desperation in the clutch of his hands, that I tightened around him. I adjusted my angle, searching for that spot that made me shatter, and my eyes nearly rolled back when Varidian brought a thumb to my clit, touching me with a desperation and roughness that matched his expression.

“Please,” he said, husky and raw. “I need you to come with me, Ameirah.”

The sound of my name in that roughened voice made me throb harder, the stimulation to my clit sending little bolts of pleasure through me. I rolled my hips faster, chasing my release, my whole body alight. I just needed—something. I dropped my forehead to his shoulder as I rode him, desperation mounting until I wanted to scream. I was so close. So, so close.

His face turned, lips tracing the line of my throat with rough presses. When I drove my ass down so hard ripples went through my skin at the impact, Varidian let out a fae growl and bit the arched line of my throat. My eyes rolled back. I came so hard my whole body quivered.

“Ameirah,” he gasped, arms locking around me. “Ameirah.” He choked on a curse, lips and tongue fastened to the place he’d bitten me, and his cock went wild inside me, wringing more waves of pleasure from me. His hands left shocks on my skin, lips left marks on my throat, and it took me a long, long time to catch my breath and come down.

His arms softened around me, his hardness mellowed to gentle care as he expelled a long sigh and snuggled me close.

“I should get caught in storms more often,” he murmured.

I smacked his arm. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“If I get a homecoming like this every time, I’m deadly serious.”

I scowled, but he couldn’t see because my face was still mashed to his shoulder. I didn’t plan on moving any time soon.

“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice hushed and intimate. “I’m marking you so the whole world knows you’re mine.”

“Mm.” I rested my cheek on his shoulder, the connection a balm to my bruised soul. “So possessive.”

He stroked my hair down my back. “Don’t think I don’t see the same possession in your eyes when you look at me.”

I had no defence against that.

“Let’s go to bed,” he murmured, brushing a kiss over my temple. “I can’t get close enough to you in this chair. I need to wrap myself up in you.”

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