Page 28 of Defy Me

"We require a room for the evening. We'll be leaving in the morning."

"Last room on the left." Ciara hollered up behind them. "I'll do a little sound-proofing ward on it to give you some privacy. I'll have cook send up snacks later. Have fun storming the castle."

It didn't take Jett long to find the room and he didn't even have to kick that door open. Yvaine gasped when she saw the opulent room. It was decorated in deep reds, with a soft love seat in front of a huge fireplace, and a bed that was bigger than most rooms she'd ever stayed in. He set her down at the foot of the mattress and pushed her back into the plush bedding.

"The door," she whispered.

Jett growled but crossed back and slammed the door shut. When he turned back around his lids were half-lowered in the most sensual look on a man she'd ever seen. He was so damn sexy and she wanted him, on top of her, inside of her.

He was already stalking toward her but she decided it would be fun to lift a finger and motion him over with a come hither look. She was probably doing this all wrong. Virgins were supposed to be quiet, shy, and reticent. Yvaine didn't want to be any of those things. She didn't even know who said she had to be. So she wasn't going to.

She knew she didn't have a perfect body. He seemed to like her anyway. Maybe she'd look dumb trying to be sexy, but he made her feel like she already was. "Take off your shirt, dragon."

He crossed his arms and yanked the t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor behind him. Yvaine was going to spend hours running her hands and maybe her tongue over every single muscle in his chest and abs. Dear sweet heaven. She was also going to spend a very long time kissing ever single one of the scars marring each of his shoulders. Whatever had made those marks had happened long ago and must have been very painful.

"Your turn, Yvaine. Take off your shirt, and then your jeans, and everything else you have on so I can lick, and kiss, and suckle every part of your body. I will claim you from head to toe and all the fun places in between."

Yes, yes, and more yes. But she wanted to make every part of this experience last as long as possible. She'd been waiting for it for years. "I think it would be more fun if you took them off of me."

"If I do that you won't have anything to wear tomorrow because I'm going to shred them if you're still wearing anything by the time I touch you. I want nothing between us."

She didn't even have time to get her hands under the hem of her shirt. He was in front of her, grabbing the collar and made good on his promise. The tattered pieces fell down her arms and to the bedspread.

"I warned you," he said and reached for her bra.

"That shirt was trash anyway." But bras in her size were harder to come by. She could probably borrow clothes from Ciara in the morning, but it would be weird to ask for undergarments too. She slipped straps off and reached behind to unclasp it. She tossed it to the side and reveled in Jett's sudden intake of breath.

If there was one thing she did like about having extra curves, it was her boobs. She had a great rack.

Jett leaned down and cupped each of her breasts in his big strong hands. His skin was hot to the touch and she couldn't wait for him to put her hands on her everywhere. She was already feeling warm, especially between her legs. He was going to send her up in flames.

He rubbed a thumb over each of her nipples and lowered his head to her chest. His lips touched down directly over her heart, right where the circular scar sat on her chest. He kissed it, softly, and whispered into her skin. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you from this."

Yvaine ran her hands over his shoulders, feeling each of the long scars there all the way down to her soul. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you from this."

His eyes shimmered, dark around the edges and fiery hot inside. "Love. You couldn't have been. They happened a long time ago. Someday soon I will exact my revenge for both of our scars."

He was being far too serious for the amount of fun she wanted them to have tonight. "Mmm. Whisper more sweet nothings like that into my ear."

"I'll never understand how I got so lucky to have fate bring me to you."

That whole destiny thing still bothered her. She was here with Jett by her own choice. "Fate can suck it. I'm the one who found you, remember?"

"I'll never forget." Jett climbed up on the bed and over her, pushing her arms over her head. He licked and nipped at the skin beneath her shiny new dragon mark and lowered himself onto her, pressing her into the bed. Yowza. He aligned her hips with his and ground against her.

Yvaine wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs holding him right where she needed him most. Screw taking their time. She wanted to touch and feel and see what he was hiding in his jeans that was making her wet. "Pants, take off your pants, and mine while you're at it."

"Teasing you is more fun than I expected it would be. I think I'll work my way slowly down your body, spending lots of time sucking on each of this lush nipples before I take off any more of your clothes."

"Meanie."

"You have no idea." He chuckled and blew a scorching breath across one breast before drawing it into his mouth. He lashed it with his tongue and Yvaine literally saw stars behind her eyelids.

She squirmed beneath him trying to free her arms so she could take her own stupid jeans off. If his mouth on her breast blew her mind, what else could he do with that talented tongue of his. Try as she might, he didn't let her move an inch. "I need to feel you. All of you."

He hummed his agreement, but still didn't let her up. No, instead he tortured her with his mouth, making her moan when he switched from one nipple to the other. "That feels so good. Can I try it on you?"

That got his attention. He lifted his head and licked his lips. "Maybe later."

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