Page 75 of Of Withering Dreams
He straightened abruptly, my body swaying in a daze before he spun me around by the waist. I braced my hands on the edge of the bed, and he swept my hair over the front of my shoulder, gliding his hand from my nape down to the interweaving bindings. With nimble fingers, he unraveled the ties, the velvet fist around me releasing.
He took a quick intake of breath, its release skittering down my exposed spine. “You’re bare under this?” he rasped, stepping into my space.
I turned my head, smirking and shimmying my shoulders so the fabric slipped further down. “This dress was an all-in-one kind of situation. I can just keep it on if it bothers?—”
He grabbed me by the hips, pulling them against his rigid body. The air fled from my lungs, and I reached my right hand up to hook around his nape to steady myself. His fingers dug into the plush material. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled before leaning down and nipping my neck. A startled mewl fell from my lips, and I pressed my rear into him, wishing there wasn’t a barrier between us.
His left hand slid up the loosened bodice as he feasted on the curve of my neck. My fingers dug into the soft waves at his nape.
The callouses of his fingertips scraped up my arm, a shiver chasing them, fleeing over my chest until my aching buds pressed against the corset. He pushed the two draped-cloth bands from my shoulder and biceps, and I shifted my arm, freeing it completely.
His mouth moved to my ear. “You taste like salted honey. And I’m starving.”
I gasped as he shoved my bodice down to my hips and then grazed his fingers over my belly. My ribs. Cupping my breasts, heavy with need, in his palms. His right hand gently squeezed before slipping down, burrowing under the waist of my gown. His left hand plucked at my puckered nipple, and I bit my bottom lip to keep in another whimper.
He groaned, resting his temple against mine when his fingers tunneled between my thighs, realizing that my womanhood was bared. I grinned, my front teeth refusing to release my bottom lip. “Fuck, woman. You’re going to end me.”
In fitful circles, he twirled his thumb around my clit, his first two fingers gliding through my wetness, driving into me.
My body buzzed and vibrated, an inferno building at the apex of my thighs as he worked me, pumping and pinching.
Coiling, molten waves rippled from the base of my spine as I cried out, thrusting my chest forward, my toes curling into the stony floor. His left hand cradled my breast; his other slowly continued slipping around my pulsing nub and in and out of my sex until I drooped forward, my limbs languid and spent.
“That’s my girl.” He slipped his fingers from me, moving his hands over my skin and carefully pushing the wide skirt from my hips and down my legs. As it puddled around my feet, he shifted. The whisper of his shirt brushed against my back as he removed it, dropping it to the ground. My frame wobbled, my bones almost liquefied, as he scooped me into his arms and placed me on the bed.
He untied his trousers, shoving them off. His length stood rigid. My mouth watered, my thighs pressing together and shifting. I needed more. More friction. More of his hot skin gliding against mine. More of him.
Kaden crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs as I opened for him. He placed a soft, lingering kiss on the ribs in the middle of my breasts.
A brief memory of our first intimacy together flitted across my mind. The decision I made, then, under the Elysium Tree—buckling to whatever the Fates had planned. And accepting that I’d be broken into a million pieces.
But I was ready. It was time to shatter. But in a way similar to the sunset upon rippling water, its rays splintering and dancing into the horizon.
Always the same.
But also new.
Something ever-evolving.
“Kaden,” I whispered, “I … I think it’s time for the main course.”
His eyes snapped to mine, his voice deep and husky. “Are you sure?”
“I want this. I want it to be with you.”
He stared at my lips. “It’ll be taken from us, Ser.”
“But not in this moment.”
Reverently, he rested his forehead against my ribs, his hot breath floating over my stomach. I wiggled my hips and sucked in a breath at the mild friction it ignited on my sensitive clitoris.
Kaden looked up at me, grinning and quite pleased with himself. He pushed himself up and crawled over my body, pausing to draw one nipple between his lips. My mouth opened partially, my breaths quickening and echoing through the air.
His tongue circled the peaked bundle, and he sucked it before letting it pop from his lips. Molten electricity zipped through my channel, and my hips bucked once more, greedy for attention. My nails dug into the bedsheets.
“So impatient,” he murmured, gliding his right hand down my side, then to my hip. He braced himself on his other elbow, fingers twining with the loose curls next to my ear. Sweetly and tortuously, his mouth lowered slowly to mine. I held my breath, heart hammering in anticipation laced with nerves and desire.
He looked into my eyes, an ocean of emotions sweeping through his before tenderly kissing me. My tongue met his as his right hand cupped between my legs, two thick fingers sliding back and forth over my opening.
