Page 12 of Of Blooming Embers
Conviction rumbled low and deep in my chest.
Seryn shifted, her back pressing harder into my chest. I tightened my arms around her, kissing her crown and surrendering to the contented slumber that finally claimed me.
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Earth and nectar. I trapped my bottom lip behind one incisor, wishing I could taste the sweetness invading the air. My hips moved of their own volition, pushing into the soft heat wrapped around them.
With palms cupping a plump ass, my fingers pressed into warm curves. My cock jerked, seeking more friction.
I nuzzled into the crook of her neck, breathing her in as if she were oxygen.
A low growl vibrated in my throat when I tugged her lithe body closer, her heat tighter against my throbbing cock.
One of her arms wrapped around my middle, her nails digging into my back. The other twined around my nape while her fingers burrowed in my thick strands. Tugging on them. Pulling me into her as if we could melt together.
Rhythmically, her warm center ground against me.
A shudder ran up my spine, pushing a moan along the edges until it burst from my throat.
“Asteria.” The gravelly murmur fled from me.
A plea.
A prayer.
I wasn’t sure, but I needed to be inside her. Now.
I missed her embrace. Craved it.
My eyes snapped open as a sharp squeak broke through my lusty haze.
I was dreaming.
A tangle of messy auburn curls met me. Their soft strands tickled my jaw, catching in the stubble lining the squared angles as I pulled away.
I was most definitelynotdreaming.
Slowly, I lifted my head, and my bottom lip slid from my bite. Her honeyed scent clung to my nostrils. I wanted to swim in it. Bite her skin as if she were made of the peaches she so loved, and then soothe the mark with my tongue.
Seryn’s cheeks matched the color of her hair in the early morning light. Her irises burned brightly, the color of a glacial sky. She gulped. “I’m … I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t.
Within me, I felt her need coursing in waves.
She blinked when she realized how entwined we were. As if the warm limbs coiling around my bulky frame weren’t her own.
I didn’t move. Perhaps because I wished to avoid frightening or embarrassing her. But mostly because I didn’t want to. I licked my bottom lip, and she followed my tongue’s path, her nails gently pressing into my scalp and back.
Delicately, her nostrils flared before her eyelids fluttered, a moth ready to flee toward the light.
As she hastily untangled herself, I breathed in, trapping a muffled groan. Standing, I adjusted my arousal as she busied herself with her boots and belongings. With a ticking jaw, I tugged my own on, pulling the laces snug. “Ready?” I asked and secured my baldric across my chest.
Avoiding my eyes, she nodded and turned to leave. The edges of dawn’s radiance spilled over her leather-clad, round backside as she scurried out of the room. At the view, my petulant cock twitched within the confines of my breeches, clearly not wanting to listen to reason.
