Page 95 of Wrath of the Dragons
“You are so easy to love, Cayden Veles, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you believe that.”
“Then I’ll take it upon myself to ensure you have a very long one.”
She softly smiles up at me as the sea air dances through her curls and if I could live in this moment forever, I would. I kiss her again and keep her pressed against me as I part her lips.She loves me.It sounds too good to be true, and I hate that suspicion rears its ugly head. I shove it down, forcing myself to trust her in this unknown land we’re navigating together, and deepen the kiss while lifting her off the railing.
She hums against my lips and slides her fingers through my hair. My steps falter when she shifts her hips against mine as I walk. I press her back into the wall of the dark corridor, and grind into her, unable to make it back to the cabin without giving her a hint of what she wants. I cover her mouth when her lips part against mine as she moans.
“Those are all for me, angel.” She nods, her eyes rolling back in her head when I repeat my movements. She has no idea how much worse I’m going to become now that I know she loves me. She’s never getting away from me. Another soft moan escapes her lips, and I chuckle against her neck, sucking on the sweet spot just below her jaw to torture her a bit more. She arches off the wall, pressing her breasts into me, and I bite her to stifle a groan.
Her hands roam over my shoulders as I walk us up the staircase and into our cabin, locking the door behind me. “You’re always so needy for me, beautiful.”
“So give me what I want,” she answers as I set her on the desk beside the door and sit in the chair.
“Patience is a virtue.”
“When have I ever given you the impression that I’m virtuous?”
I hook my finger into the neckline of her slip before bringing my other hand forward and ripping the garment down the center. I lick my lips while taking in the sight of her heaving breasts and open legs and lean forward to kiss her chest. She arches into my mouth as I kiss down her soft flesh and take one nipple into my mouth while using my fingers to play with the other.
Any piece of furniture is an altar with her on it.
I push her panties to the side and slide two fingers into her dripping center. She moans my name like it’s the answer to anything she’ll ever need as I begin slowly pumping my fingers. Every time I touch her, the unrestrained urge to make her feel so good she forgets any others that came before me strengthens. I want to be the only man in her mind. The only name to grace her tongue.
I press the signet ring she gifted me to her clit, and she throws her head back against the wall in answer. Something primal rises within me knowing our sigil is pressing into the most intimate part of her. I always take my time with her, wanting to savor every moment and each moan, knowing I could spend hours between her thighs. Her legs slip off the arms of the chair when I swirl my fingers, and she looks down at me with pleading eyes when I slide my fingers out of her and suck them clean.
“Why’d you stop?” she pants, one of her curls swaying in front of her lips.
But I don’t answer as I reach for what’s left of her night slip, ripping it down the back, and use the scraps that fall down her arms to tie her feet to the chair. Her eyes widen and throat bobs as she swallows.
“Is this okay?”
She nods slowly. “I think so.”
“If anything changes, tell me.” I slide my fingers inside her again and curl them. A desperate moan falls from her lips, and she widens her thighs. “You trust me to take care of you?” She nods. “You’re making such a mess for me, my love.”
I’m painfully hard, which isn’t out of the ordinary when I’m around Elowen, even when she isn’t doing anything sultry, but seeing her sprawled out before me makes me ravenous. The need to claim her, possess her, pounds through me. It’s always lived like an insatiable beast under my skin, but it worsened after the ritual. I press my tongue to her clit, sucking it into my mouth as she fists my hair and her thighs shake.
She’s mine,the darkness within me whispers, and I lock my arm around her back and drag her closer as a knock pounds against the door. I ignore it, keeping my head between Elowen’s legs, not caring about anything beyond her—which also isn’t uncommon. The taste of her is like a drug that renders me mindless. She tries to break away, but I don’t let her, and she presses her lips together to smother a whimper as her shaking increases.
The knock pounds again, and I pull away from her just enough to state in a rough voice, “Unless you have a death wish, I suggest walking away from the door.” I press my ring into her clit again, and she slaps a hand over her mouth as I move it in quick circles. She pleads with her eyes, and I know she’s seconds away from finishing. The familiar blush creeps along her breasts and curls around her neck. “Do you like it when I use our sigil to make you come?” I murmur, low enough for only her to hear. “Does it remind you who you belong to?”
“Z-zario is on the horizon. We’ll begin searching for an uninhabited place to dock,” someone rushes out beyond the door before sprinting down the hall.
Like I give a fuck.
I yank her farther off the desk and lick her like a man drugged by her taste until she’s choking breathlessly and shatters completely. Idon’t stop as she covers her mouth to scream my name, riding the waves of pleasure until she’s limp, not yet willing to let go and wanting every last drop for myself.
I lick my fingers clean again and lift the glistening ring to her lips. “Kiss it.”
She does as I ask, keeping her eyes on mine as I untie her ankles. She drops to my lap, her wet center soaking through my pants as she leans forward to lick a trail up my neck. My head falls back against the chair, giving her access to do whatever she wants to me. She grinds down on my cock, and all fucking hells, I’m never going to survive her. Jolts of pleasure shoot through me as she dances on me like she did in the brothel, and the memory of that night almost has me spilling into my pants. I’d never undress her in a room full of people, but knowing everyone there had their eyes on her, who only had eyes for me while begging for me to touch her, it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Everything about her is overwhelming—her scent, her skin, her. Just her. Her fingers slowly trail down my chest as she continues rocking against me and undoes the laces on my pants. I fist her panties behind her ass and snap them off, wanting nothing between us. My length springs free and I groan against her lips as she coats me in her wetness, sliding against me until I line myself up with her entrance and she slowly lowers. She works her way down, moaning against my lips while adjusting to every inch, and pausing once I’m fully sheathed inside. Her eyes squeeze shut as she rests her head on my shoulder. I take over and thrust up into her, and her teeth sink into my neck. I prefer being in control. I love focusing on her pleasure.
She tears at my shirt until it’s torn in two and glides her hands over my scarred torso while I place her on the desk again, thrusting into her at an unrelenting pace that has her sinking her nails into my back and locking her legs around my waist. I capture her lips with mine when she tightens around me and fuck her into a second orgasm. She screams against my lips and gazes at me with hazy eyes after her pleasure peaks.
“You’re going to give me another,” I say, slowing my thrusts, but never pulling out. She nods lazily, rocking her hips into mine at thepromise of another high. “Are you going to let me fill this perfect pussy?”
“Yes.” I quicken my pace again, slickening our heated skin with sweat. Another knock pounds against the door and Elowen breaks our kiss to whisper, “Send them away. Whatever you do please don’t stop.”
