Page 123 of Fear the Flames
“What exactly did you think of?” I struggle to form words; I won’t last much longer.
“I thought about what you looked like on your knees, what you looked like when I fucked you with my fingers, how greedy you were for my kisses, how you reacted when I nibbled your delicious pussy through your panties.” His words only push me further to the edge, and we’re both cut off in a moan. “I thought about how your pleasure is mine and only mine.” I dig my nails further into his back and rake them down, clawing my way to release. “Keep doing that, angel. Fuck.”
I shatter around him, losing hold of my control. My eyes roll back in my head, and I arch into his chest. Intense pleasure courses through every inch of my body. He moans my name as he spills into me, only letting his thrusts slow when he’s sure he has fucked me through my entire orgasm. His chest is heaving in tandem with mine as he looks down at me while pulling out, searching my eyes to make sure I’m alright. A lazy smile spreads across my face as I pull him into a sweet kiss, humming against his lips when he relaxes in my hold. His hands stroke against my ribs.
“I’ll be right back.” He detaches his lips from mine before placing another quick kiss on them. I make a noise of protest and try to hold him to me, but he softly chuckles as he reaches around to remove my hands from his neck, and kisses both of my palms. “I’m just moving your clothes in front of the fire; I’ll be right back. Get under the covers,” he says before climbing off the bed and walking toward the bathroom.
I giggle to myself before climbing under the covers and laying my head on the soft pillows. I close my eyes, reveling in the rare calmness that settles over me. I hear him shuffle back into the room and hang my clothes on the fireplace hooks before I feel a dip in the bed. I open my eyes and watch him climb under the covers before turning to face me with a rag in hand. He reaches down, starting to clean me up.
“I can do that,” I sleepily protest and try to grab the rag from him.
He cuts me off by placing his lips on mine and sliding his tongue into my mouth. My toes curl, and my hands reverse their path toward the rag and make their way into his hair—twiddling the damp, chocolate brown strands. “You’re mine to take care of,” he mumbles against my lips.
He finishes cleaning me up and places a quick kiss on my shoulder before propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at me. He must have tied a bandage around his arm while gathering my clothes. “Do you feel okay?” he asks. “Do you need me to get you anything?”
I giggle again, “We don’t have anything with us.”
“We just stole five dragons from a castle; I think I can manage to steal you something from an inn kitchen.”
“What if I want a nightgown?” I quirk a brow.
“Didn’t you hear?” Disbelief crosses his features, “There’s a nightgown shortage!”
I flick him on the shoulder and laugh with him, “I’m fine, Cayden.” I sit up and press my lips into his, “Perfect, actually.” I feel him smile against my lips before I pull away. He lays down next to me and pulls me on top of his chest. I snuggle closer, and he runs his fingers over my skin. I’ve never felt this peaceful in my life.
“Tell me something about yourself,” I request in a sleepy voice.
“What do you want to know?”
“Hmm,” I muse, kissing some of the scars on his chest. “Something I wouldn’t expect.”
“I play piano.” I smile against his skin, thinking about him sitting at the piano bench I spotted in his house. I would love to watch his hands work the keys.
“Will you play me something when we get back?” I whisper.
“Yes, angel.” He strokes his fingers down my spine, “Your turn.” I search my brain for something to say, but it’s like everything I know about myself vanishes.
“I have a garden in Aestilian. I grow all kinds of herbs, fruits, poisons, and vegetables. I love it. It’s one of my favorite places to read as long as bugs don’t attack me,” I smile while recalling the memory, but a sense of sadness lingers in my chest, knowing I won’t be in Aestilian to maintain my garden when this winter passes.
“Do you miss gardening?” he asks, trailing his fingers through my hair.
“Yes,” I answer truthfully. “But there’s so much to do in Vareveth that I haven’t even thought about it.”
“Set up a garden at my house when the weather gets warmer,” he says. “I can get you any supplies you need.”
My heart skips a beat, “Really?” I feel a wide smile spread across my face while I mimic his earlier position, propping myself on my elbow to look down at him.
His eyes flash down to my smile. “Yes, beautiful. I prefer staying at my house and don’t plan on going to bed without you.”
“You could have stayed at your house while I was at the castle,” I murmur.
“Staying away from you has proven to be quite difficult for me.” My cheeks heat, and I turn my head away from his gaze. He brings my eyes back to his by placing a hand on my chin. He sits up slightly, inching his face closer to mine. “I have another thing. You know when you said nobody has been with you as you?” I nod my head in response. “I’ve never cuddled or slept next to someone before. Physical touch has never felt comfortable with anyone other than you,” he whispers.
“Well, Cayden Veles, I’m honored to be the first.” Warmth floods through every inch of my body. I press my lips onto his again, leaning him back. He’s my first, and I’m his, in the only ways that matter. We spend the rest of the night trading kisses and tangling our bodies together until sleep claims us.
ChapterFifty
Agust of wind rattles the shutters, stirring me from sleep. I reach out my hand, expecting Cayden to be there, but I’m met with nothing but a cold and empty space. My eyes snap open to confirm that he’s not in bed with me. I sit up and glance toward the fireplace, where a crackling fresh log pours heat into the room. My clothes still hang on the hooks, and my boots and socks still lay on the floor, but Cayden’s clothes are gone. Maybe he’s in the bathroom. Maybe he just woke up and wants a moment to himself. What if he regrets last night? No. He said this is something we can talk about.
