Page 23 of Lady for Embers

“But anyone could come out here and see us,” she argued. Sorin brought his lips to her ear. “That is half the fun, Love.”

She was still a moment longer before he felt her relax into him. He resumed the slow bunching up of her skirt as he lowered his lips to her neck, trailing kisses down her throat. Her hands had moved to his jacket, quickly undoing the buttons before slipping it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ship deck.

“I ?nd it unfair that you have so many layers of clothing on,” she said, her ?nger already slipping under the hem of his tunic and brushing along his stomach. His abdomen instantly tightened at her touch, her ?ngers tracing along muscles as she pulled his tunic up.

“You seem to make pretty quick work of them,” he said roughly, letting her slip the tunic over his head and toss it aside. “And this dress will be far more work to take off than any of my clothes, I assure you.”

“You chose the dress,” she tossed back, ?ngers roaming over his now bare skin, lips brushing along his chest.

“I did,” he conceded, nipping at the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. He felt her stumble into him a little more, and his lips curved up against her ?esh.

“You wouldn’thaveto remove the dress,” she said then, her hands dropping to the buttons on his pants. But instead of undoing them, she ran her hand over him atop the fabric.

“Shit,” he breathed, his hips involuntarily bucking into her hand, and he felt her smile against his skin this time. “And why is that?” he gritted out as she continued to stroke him through his pants.

She pushed back up onto her toes to whisper into his ear. “Because I remember how much you enjoy no pants dilemmas.”

A small scream of surprise escaped her as he had her up against the side of the deck in the next breath. He lifted her by the hips, setting her on the narrow ledge.

“Sorin!” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“I will always catch you, Love,” he said, one hand ?rm on her hip while the other reached up to her hair. “This, on the other hand,” he added, plucking the crown from the top of her head. “No guarantees.”

She laughed, the sound of it breathing life into his very soul. She took the crown from his hand and tossed it onto his discardedtunic. When her eyes met his once more, her features had softened. He brought his hand to her cheek, thumb brushing along her skin.

“A million stars in the sky above us, and you are still the brightest,” she murmured, ?ngers ?nally beginning to undo the buttons of his pants.

“A million stars in the sky, and you are the only one I care to look at. The only one that matters,” he replied.

She pulled him free as he bunched up her dress, lifting her slightly to let it pool around her hips. She spread her legs, letting him step between her thighs, and he could already feel her slick heat against him.

Then he felt her shadows rake along his skin as if she were lightly dragging her nails along it. The sensation made him groan, his ?ngers ?exing on her hips. His embers rose up to greet her shadows, and his ?ames skittered along her arms, rolling along her torso.

But when her actual ?ngers touched his ?esh, ice cold as she dragged them along his ribs, he hissed between his teeth.

She laughed tauntingly, but it quickly turned into a gasp as he jerked her hips forward. He’d already been lined up perfectly, and he slid into her with ease.

“I swear to Saylah, if you drop me in the sea, Sorin... ” She sucked in a breath, her head tipping back and up to the sky as he thrust in deeper.

“You would be ?ne. You can breathe underwater,” he replied, relishing the feel of her around him.

“So not the point,” she panted out, ?ngers digging into his shoulders when he thrust into her again.

“Relax, Love,” he murmured, his mouth ?nding her throat again. “Don’t think. For one night. Remember?”

He felt her shudder slightly before her head fell into the crook of his neck. The nails digging into his shoulder loosened some. Her entire body loosened, letting him take control of it. He felt her tip her hips up slightly, letting him slide in even deeper, and she moaned into his neck when he hit that perfect spot.

He slipped a hand between them, his arm looping around her back. His ?ngers slipped down to rub tight circles against her center, and he instantly felt her begin to clench around him. A few moments later, she was crying out, the sound muf?ed against him. A few more thrusts, and he found his own release as she continued to spasm around him before she went limp against his chest.

He pressed a kiss to her hair, her temple, her jaw. She just groaned.

He lifted her left hand, pressing another kiss to that completed Mark. “Thank you for not dropping me in the sea,” she eventually murmured into his chest.

He’d been running his ?ngers through her hair, and he let out a bark of laughter. “All my experiences prepared me for this, Princess.”

She tsked, pinching his bicep, and he laughed again. “Still a queen, you know,” she grumbled.

“Queen just doesn’t have quite the same ring as princess,” he said, lifting her down, her dress falling back down to her feet. “Come on, Love. Let’s get you back inside.”

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