Page 130 of Fear the Flames
He looks desperate for me, and I for him. We look like two lovers that didn’t bother discarding their clothes because they would waste precious moments being together in this forbidden affair. He grips the desk with one hand while continuing to hold me up with his other arm. He looks to where our bodies are joined together and moans at the sight of his cock entering me before looking to my face, following my eyes, and meeting mine in the mirror.
“Do you like watching me fuck you, angel?”
I grow wetter and release another moan, “Mhmm.” The knot in my belly is growing incredibly tight, and my legs are shaking uncontrollably.
“Tell me what we look like,” he demands.
“Desperate,” I gasp. “Starved,” another gasp. “You look like you’ll never get enough of me.” His moan turns my vision forward. I want to see the way he bows his head for me, fighting for control over himself.
“I can have you every day for the rest of my life, and I will still die a starving man.” He winds me tighter. The desk scrapes against the floor as his thrusts take on a new level of power. He lifts my legs higher, forcing himself deeper, and I cross my ankles behind his neck. He leans forward, pinning my arms on either side of my head. His lips brush over mine but we’re too lost in pleasure to properly kiss.
“I quite like having the most powerful man in Ravaryn wrapped around my finger.” I lean forward to suck on his lower lip. “How does it feel for you?”
He deep groan turns into a dark chuckle as he releases one of my wrists to press on my lower stomach, forcing me to feel more of him. I can’t fight back the sharp moan that shatters through me. “That’s it, beautiful, scream for me. You look so pretty when you take all of me. To answer your question, Elowen, it feels like discovering a goddess after damning religion.”
His words send me over the edge, and I scream his name as he drives me to my climax, prolonging my orgasm while chasing his own. He slams into me; my senses are overwhelmed by his unrelenting pace and the way his guttural voice moans my name as he comes undone. I drive him to this point of blind need and want. I’m gasping for breath by the time he slows his thrusts and lowers my hips to the desk while peppering kisses along my exposed collarbone. My shaking hands reach forward to frame his cheeks, and I place a gentle kiss on his lips while my body continues to come down from the high. He rubs circles on my thighs while easing himself out of me and holding my legs around his waist.
“I don’t want to go to dinner,” I mumble and continue kissing him.
He groans, but not a groan filled with pleasure, “Don’t say that.”
“Why?” I laugh at his annoyed expression.
“Because you know I’ll give you whatever you want, and one of us has to be the responsible one here.”
I scoff and let my hands fall from his face and sprawl out on the desk, “I don’t like you right now.”
“That’s fine,” he says while securing his belt. “I have all night to make you change your mind.” Hunger burns in his eyes when they drift down to where my tongue drags against my lips as the images of what we’ll do tonight filter through my mind. I poke him in the chest before he decides to damn the dinner altogether and sit up on the desk. My legs dangle over the edge, and I place my head on his chest while he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. He’s soaking in every moment it takes for me to get my bearings because he knows he did a good job. Good is an understatement. My legs feel like overcooked noodles, but that changes when his fingers catch a knot in my hair. Oh gods, I must look like a mess.
I swat his hands away and push myself off the desk, running on wobbly legs toward the mirror. My hands fly to my hair, smoothing out the frizz and salvaging the curls that Hyacinth did. “You made it look like we had sex!” I shriek while wiping my hands under my eyes and along my lips to remedy the smudges.
“That’s because wedidjust have sex,” he reasons, coming up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist.
“But we can’t walk in there looking like we got offThe Sex Ship!” My sleeve shimmers while I gesture in the general vicinity of the castle.
He laughs into my neck, “I’ll be a happy captain of that ship.”
“I’ll sink it if you don’t get your lips away from my neck,” I mutter while swatting the top of his head that’s dangerously close to my sensitive skin. His glare in the mirror is halfhearted while he continues to watch me fix myself and wipes my lipstick off his mouth.
“Do I look alright?” I ask, spinning in his arms after I’ve salvaged myself as much as I can without having makeup available to me.
“Alright?” He quirks a brow. “You look gorgeous.”
“No,” I blush. “I mean do I pass for ashe’s late for reasons other than sexualkind of alright?”
“No. You’re glowing too much. Look grumpier and sexually frustrated.”
“Got it. So, just like you the past few months? Thank you for the example. I’m a visual learner.” I peck his cheek before slipping out of his hold and hurrying from the boat house before he can make a retort or bend me over the desk.
ChapterFifty-Three
Cayden and I swoop through the threshold, joining the array of generals and political advisors. The gathering is held in a room right through the colonnade, with a gorgeous view of the lake—thankfully, there’s no view of the boathouse or last dock. Smiling faces and raised glasses beam in our direction. The dining table is set, but everyone is congregating in small groups while sipping on drinks.
“Two more of our honored guests!” Eagor grins at us, stepping forward to shake Cayden’s hand and kiss mine. My eyes find Finnian and Saskia immediately, but not Ryder. “There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about,” he directs his statement to Cayden, who glances toward me, and I can tell he’d rather not leave my side.
“Go,” I slip my arm from his, “I should find Ailliard anyway.”
He gives me a tight nod before leaning down to kiss my cheek. “I’ll find you when we’re done.” My cheeks redden. I suppose that answers the courting question, not that I mind.
