Page 57 of Rise of the Siren Queen
The ache between my legs, sharp and relentless, a need thatthrummed in time with my pulse, was unbearable. His touch sparked fire beneath my skin, igniting every nerve, every part that I had buried, every part of me I fought to keep locked away.
His fingers dug into my waist, holding me like I was his to control, and I arched into him agian, desperate for more. His lips found my neck, leaving trails of heat in the column of my throat. The press of his broad tongue against my skin sent shockwaves of pleasure surging through me, drawing a low, breathless moan from my lips before I could stop it.
It was as if he couldn’t get enough, as if every part of me was something he needed to explore, to claim. And I couldn’t stop it. Not when every part of me burned for him, not when his touch pulled me closer, made me forget everything but him.
Another soft moan escaped my lips, unbidden, and I felt my hips instinctively rubbing against his, seeking more of the intoxicating heat between us. My body moved on its own, drawn to the electric connection that crackled like a storm beneath my skin. His touch wasn’t just physical. It reached deep, into the core of who I was, into the parts of myself I’d long hidden away.
It was more than desire. It was raw, primal, a kind of hunger that tore away everything else, leaving only the need to possess, to be possessed. And I wanted it.I wanted him.
“Adrian…” His name came out as a breathless whisper, half plea, half surrender.
His body pressed against mine again, and my heart raced in response. Every hard line of his muscles, the raw power in his movements, made me ache for more.
His lips found the hollow of my collarbone, and I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as I held him closer.
Two souls colliding, the air thick with the desire we’d been fighting against. It felt like a tsunami, wild and unpredictable, but for once, Iwasn’t afraid of being swept away. I wanted to drown in it.
But even as I lost myself at the moment, a part of me clung to reality. I couldn’t ignore the whisper of doubt lingering in the back of my mind, the reminder that this was dangerous. Not just for me, but for both of us. If we crossed this line, there would be no going back. We were playing with fire, and I didn’t know if either of us was ready for the consequences.
Yet despite that fear, I couldn’t stop.
I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began, and maybe that was the point. Maybe this was what the bond had always been leading us to, this moment, this surrender.
“Tell me you feel it,” he breathed against my skin, his voice rough with need. “I need to know you feel the same. Tell me I’m not the only one going insane.”
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest.
“I’m going insane too,” I whispered, barely able to form the words. “I’ve felt it from the moment we met.”
His eyes blazed as he pulled back just enough to look at me, his breath heavy, his gaze searching mine as if he was looking for something, some confirmation. The hunger burned in his hazel eyes, but there was something more. Something deeper, possessive.
He captured my lips one more time, and this time he kissed me with possessiveness. He claimed my mouth, my body and my soul, with his plush lips. Like he needed to prove that this was real, that I was his. All hesitation between us before was gone now, replaced by a fierce, unrelenting craving that sent a shock of heat through my entire body.
If he only knew I was his already.
His eyes gleamed with surprise as if he…. Wait had he heard my thoughts? It was a privileged of mated pairs, to pry into your partner’s mind with ease, but it shouldn’t have been possible so soon. The corners of his mouth lifted into a knowing smile.
“Good, you know who you belong to, princess,” he rasped, his voice low and hoarse, the edge of possessiveness sending delicious waves of pleasure down my spine.
My breath hitched. I hadn’t realized until now that my mental shields were completely down. A faint awareness had hovered in my mind, but now it was undeniable.
His hands gripped the hem of my top, fingers digging into my skin. I could taste his frustration, longing, and need, all wrapped in a kiss that overwhelmed and drowned me.
I gasped into his mouth, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss with a roughness that left me breathless. There was need, wild and untamed, and I burned for him. The pull of the bond raged like a lightning storm inside me, a force I had no control over, nor hope of resisting. I didn’t want to resist anymore.
Every inch of me felt alive under his touch, his hands sliding over my flesh with a possessive urgency, searing the imprint of them on my pale skin. His lips moved to my jaw, my neck, teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me whimper, made my heart race with a craving so fierce it bordered on pain.
“I need more…” I whispered, the words slipping out like a prayer, but it only seemed to spur him on, his mouth leaving bruising kisses along my chest, my skin burning under the heat of his touch. I clung to him, as if my body might shatter if I let him go.
There was nothing gentle about this. It was raw, intense, a collision of yearning and desire that tore through me, leaving me trembling in his arms. I felt him everywhere, his breath, his hands, the press of his body against mine and it wasn’t enough.
His hands moved to the collar of my top, and with one swift motion, he tore the fabric apart as if it were nothing. The sound of the ripping cloth deafening loud between us, sharp and raw, mirroring the franticpace of my heartbeat.
I inhaled sharply when the cold air kissed my exposed skin, my breasts now bare under his gaze, and a shock of sensation surged through me, sending a pulse of heat straight to my core.
His gaze darkened, a primal craving taking hold as they roamed over me with unrestrained desire.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he grumbled, his voice low and gravelly. His fingertips grazed the sensitive curve of my breast, his touch rough and possessive igniting within me a lust I never felt before. Filling me with raw, aching hunger.
