Page 82 of Fear the Flames
He pulls his head from my neck and looks me in the eyes, “Call me names again, and I’ll bend you over in front of everyone.” The mere thought of him bending me over makes my thighs tighten around him. If he wanted to dissuade me from calling him names, he only made me want to call him every curse I know. I must look as eager as I feel because the smirk widens on his lips, knowing I’m thinking exactly what he wants me to. “What did you want to ask me, angel?”
I glide my hands down his torso, tracing his muscles with my fingers. He’s not muscular in a bulky way; he’s leaner than that. My fingers dance over the sea of scars that litter his skin. I still want to know their origins. Awareness creeps over me—I want to know more abouthim. Not the Commander of Vareveth. I want to know more about Cayden Veles.
“Angel?”
“Hm?” I ask, still mesmerized by his torso.
“You wanted to ask me something.” The humor in his tone makes me glance up. Oh gods, that’s embarrassing.
“Sorry,” I laugh. He leans forward to rest his forehead against mine and gives me a quick kiss that makes me want more. “I was going to ask if you think we’re believable.”
“If you’re asking that,” his hands slide down and grip my ass again, “I need to step up my game.”
He lifts me from his lap and tosses me onto the loveseat next to him. My hair fans out across the soft pillows while he climbs on top of me. The couch is just big enough to fit his long legs. He presses his tongue flat against my stomach and licks upward, between my breasts and up my neck. My body squirms beneath him, desperate for friction, but he pins my hips onto the loveseat. My lips part in a moan, and he takes the opportunity to shove two fingers into my mouth. He raises his head from my neck to look down at me. No man has ever looked at me with the blind want he does.
“Suck,” he commands.
I wrap my lips around his fingers, swirling my tongue around them. His eyes zone in on my lips, and I wonder if he’s thinking about me sucking a different part of him. He brings his hips down and finally rewards me with the friction I was desperately searching for. Grinding his hardened length into me as I moan around his fingers. My arousal keeps building and building, unrestrained.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and replaces them with his lips. I roll my hips onto his, each groan that slips from him sends another shock to my core. He rewards me with sharper thrusts, and I dig my nails into his back. “Lie to me. I want to taste it.”
He’s intoxicating and overwhelming. I can’t lie; my head is too dizzy and drunk on him. “I want you,” I confess against his lips. “I want you so much it hurts.”
“You have me, beautiful,” he murmurs. He detaches his lips from mine and trails kisses down my stomach, dragging me into a sitting position as he slips from the couch. For the second time since I’ve met him, Cayden Veles is kneeling between my legs. The man that bows and kneels for no king or queen doesn’t hesitate to do so for me. Oh gods, he’s going to realize how wet I am.
“Cayden,” I breathlessly warn him, but it sounds more like a moan. He tosses my legs over his shoulders and leaves love bites along my left thigh.
“Don’t think; just do exactly what you’re doing.” The sensation of his tongue against my thigh has my core clenching around nothing. When he’s done with that leg, he tosses the center pane of sheer fabric to the side and buries his head between my legs. My head hits the back of the couch, and I slap my hand over my mouth to suppress my scream.
“You’re perfect,” he mutters. I moan as he nibbles on my panties, and shocking sensations travel through my body. They’re so thin that I can feel the pressure of his tongue through the cloth. I thread my fingers through his hair, and he groans. Gods, I’ve never hated panties more than I do in this moment. “So fucking perfect,” he moans between my thighs.
He pulls his mouth away and kisses his way back up my body, nibbling on my breasts through the thin material of my shirt. My back arches off the couch to give him unlimited access to wherever he wants. When he finishes, he keeps me pinned to the seat in front of him, our heavy breaths mingle in the space between us, and I’m so close to running back to our room.
THE MISSION.
We need to be on display.
It’s getting harder to remember that we’re on a mission, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun.
“Sit,” I command. He arches a brow but complies. Watching him obey my orders will never get old. He pulls me onto his lap before I can slip from the couch like I originally planned, but I hold my hand up to his lips before he can kiss me again. His frustrated groan vibrates my hand, and I giggle at his annoyed expression.
I want to make him squirm like he made me squirm. He’s not the only one with power here. My lips skim the side of his neck, and he shivers under me. I love knowing I have the same effect on him as he has on me. I kiss my way down, stilling on the spots that make him moan, running my tongue over them, biting them, sucking on them. His hands grip my hips as he grinds me onto him, sending jolts of pleasure through me. My lips continue their pursuit, kissing between his pecs and down his abs while sliding to my knees in front of him. I leave a trail of love bites from his neck to his waist. I’ve never knelt in front of a man before. I always thought it would feel like I was giving up power, but it’s different with Cayden. He makes me feel empowered, even in this position. It’s the way he looks at me like I truly am his salvation and ending wrapped up in one package.
“Do you like the sight of me on my knees, soldier?” I look up at him through my lashes.
“Elowen,” his tone is rough and heavy. I lock my gaze on his glazed eyes as I trail my hands up his thighs and use one hand to palm his bulge. “Fucking gods,” his eyes roll back in his head. I flatten my tongue against his torso, dragging it across his waist as I continue to palm him. He shudders when my tongue grazes the section of his waist where his bulge is. He’s so hard that the tip of his cock is protruding above his pants. My thighs clench together at the sight of it. He’s just as aroused as I am.
I want to taste him.
I angle my head so I’m able to lick his tip while I continue to palm him.
“Fuck, that’s it, angel.” His hands fly to my hair and keep me here. I rest my cheek against his stomach so I can glide my tongue around the smooth tip. I don’t move to take his pants off since we never agreed to public sex. I just want him to focus on the pleasure he’s feeling. His groans of pleasure fill the air, which urges me to keep going.
He rips my head away from his bulge and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, smashing his lips onto mine. There’s nothing slow about this kiss. This kiss is pure want and carnal need. His tongue darts into my mouth as our lips move eagerly against each other. He bites my bottom lip, and I moan into his mouth.
“Get up,” his voice is rough, full of command, devoid of anything soft. He crashes his lips onto mine again and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist the second I get to my feet. He leads us out of the room, but I don’t care where. I just need this contact.
A door slams behind me, and I’m shoved into it. A lock clicks in place. His kisses take on a new level of ferocity now that we’re in our room, and his hips slam into mine. He bites the sweet spot on my neck again, and I can’t stop myself from nearly screaming.
