Page 108 of Blooms of Darkness

I bit my bottom lip, stepping between his legs and reaching my hands under his tunic. My fingers caressed his hardened muscles, and Kade tilted his head back for a moment, groaning. “If your hands feel this good on my chest while I’m still dressed, I don’t know what I’m going to do when you’re writhing beneath me.”

I shivered in anticipation, tugging off his tunic before reaching down to unbutton his trousers. His cock bulged underneath the pants, and I leaned my body forward, wanting all of it. All of him.

He lunged toward me, pulling his pants the rest of the way off before spinning us and adjusting me on the bed so I lay beneath him. His lips lingered on mine, claiming every inch of me until I writhed under his muscular form. Then, he held onto the back of my neck, trailing kisses along my jawline before working his way down.

I could feel his hardness on my legs and pressed wherever I could get into him.

“Kade, if you don't do something soon, I’m not the only one who's going to be punished.” My breathy voice made me sound less serious than I intended.

“So impatient, Little Rebel.” He licked at the side of my neck, drawing a moan from me. “The best part of pleasure is the anticipation. I’ll have you begging before I’m done with you.”

“I’ll be begging someone else to handle—” I yelped as he reared back onto his knees and splayed my legs open to rest on either side of his hips. His hands ran up my body at the same time his shadows unfurled, inching their way up my legs. My words were lost to the haze of sensations.

Kade traced his hands around my breasts, watching them and his shadows, as his eyes darkened. “Fucking perfect.”

He leaned forward, his lips moving torturously slow along my collarbone before lowering them and licking at my nipples, more gently than I expected. He took his time, methodically, as if he could be here forever.

“Kade,” I whimpered, my hips moving with nothing resting between them to give me friction.

His smile against my skin sent me into a frenzy. He blew his hot breath over my left nipple. “These are absolutely flawless.” He blew again, teasing, and ready to give me more. “They deserve hours of attention, and it still wouldn’t be enough time to worship them like they deserve.” He lowered his mouth and sucked, his right hand massaging my other breast. The opposing sensations sent a wave of mind-blowing desire traversing throughout my entire body.

My hands were possessed, running through his hair, wanting to touch any part of him I possibly could. His mouth alone worked me to a dangerous edge.

The heat building in my core seemed unfathomable. It felt unlike any other feeling I had ever experienced. No one had done this to me. It had never been like this. My center soaked wet with need, the anticipation of what was to come made me cry out before he even touched me where I craved him most. I felt a cool breeze around my entrance as he continued his trail of kisses down my body.

His shadows sensed my shiver and crept lower, gently stroking along my stomach, then my thighs. His lips finally moved lower, tracing the same line as his shadows.

I arched my back. “Please, Kade. Please.”

He stopped as he got to the top of my slick entrance. “I know. I know, Lana. Trust me.”

He grabbed my ass to lift me closer to his mouth. That tongue so wicked in the trials, taunting and teasing me during battles, slid firmly, but slowly along my center and up to my clit.

I snapped. “Kade,” I cried, gripping at his hair as he moaned into me.

“Fates above, you taste like sin.” His voice was husky as he continued to lick and torture me in the most excruciatingly satisfying way. “For even the poorest of men, feast like the mightiest of kings when they devour the woman before them.”

Another lick and I moaned louder. My hands firmly grasped the slight curl of his hair. More, I needed more.

He began a leisurely pace of stroking me with his tongue, taking his time to learn the dips and curves of my inner walls. Slowly, the heat built inside of me.

“Kade, oh, fates. Kade.” I writhed beneath him, enveloped in pleasure as he claimed me like I was his.

He paused and ran a finger up my entrance, soaking it in my need before pressing it inside of me. Slowly he massaged the inside of me, adding another finger, while continuing his feast.

Moving faster, he lapped up my desire. The air swirled around us, playing with me as well. His shadows swept across my upper half, teasing at my chest, and caressing my skin everywhere. I lost track of everything, as the colliding sensation coiled up inside of me and rose to the surface.

This man, this arrogant, cunning, protective man undid me.

A crescendo of desire hit its peak, as I exploded around his fingers. I screamed his name, as waves of my orgasm were unrelenting. My body lightened. It was everything and yet not enough. My skin stretched, feeling the energy everywhere, glowing. Like I had damned well been reborn.

He kissed upward, crawling over me and I felt his smile on my skin. Everywhere his lips touched heated me further. I should be sated. It should be enough for at least one moment.

“I still, I’m—”I’m what? Desperate? Part of me wanted to be embarrassed at my utterly wanton needs, but the other part couldn’t care less.

He lifted his head, running his thumb over my lower lip. He leaned forward, flicking his tongue inside my mouth. “See how divine you taste,” he whispered against my mouth before kissing me.

I shuddered at the words only spoken to me in my fantasies. He lowered his body to mine as his hard length pressed against my stomach, making me want him even more.

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