Page 125 of Slaying the Shadow Prince
As they entered, the first thing she realised was that he’d been here earlier. She noted the lack of dust and the tidiness of the small space. It was not the looted chaos she had expected. Drue turned to him, the question on her lips.
A rare blush tipped Talemir’s cheeks. ‘I figured we deserved more than some rundown old hut… And that the noblewoman in you might appreciate the fresh sheets…’
Moved beyond words, Drue kissed him.
Kissing her back, Talemir kicked the door closed behind them and pinned her to the nearest wall, her legs wrapping around his waist, careful of his wings.
‘You don’t want to use the bed, after taking such care with it?’ she murmured against his lips.
‘All in good time,’ he said, withdrawing to leave a trail of kisses down her neck.
Desire already coursed through her, but when Talemir unsheathed a talon and cleaved through the front of her shirt and her bandeau, she was set alight.
That talon traced a line from the hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, to her navel. Drue’s nipples hardened, her breath quickening as the winged Warsword drank in the sight of her, his gaze heady and hooded.
The words on Drue’s lips failed her as Talemir bent his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, biting just enough to blend pleasure and pain.
Her head tipped back and hit the wall. She was already wet, already wanting him so badly. She needed to get her pants off; she needed to gethispants off. Wriggling, she tried to get down, but Talemir held her there firmly, not finished exploring her torso with his teeth and tongue and hands. She arched into every point of contact, every ounce of friction between them, the anticipation, the longing building and building within.
Her shirt hanging in strips from her shoulders, Drue plunged her fingers through Talemir’s soft hair as he squeezed her breasts and pinched her aching nipples.
She panted. It was both too much and not enough.
At last he let her down, but still he didn’t take her to the bed. He turned her so that her back hit his chest. He stripped away the remains of her shirt and roughly tore down her pants, gleaning a cry of surprise from her.
‘Gods, you’re beautiful,’ he muttered, holding her by the throat with one hand and tracing her curves with the other. From behind her, he spread her legs, the crisp air teasing exactly where she wanted him.
Drue let out a whimper of frustration. Her hands blindly went to work on his pants, brushing over the thick bulge pressing against her backside.
She managed to get the buttons undone, managed to slip her hand —
A deep moan escaped her, and she forgot what she was doing as Talemir’s fingers trailed up her centre from behind, sliding through the wetness there.
His grip on her throat tightened, and he teased her clit with light circles.
Drue bucked her hips, demanding more.
Slowly, his fingers dipped inside her.
‘Fuck,’ she cried, spreading herself wider for him, already desperate for release.
‘We will…’ he murmured into the damp crook of her neck, leisurely drawing his fingers from her before sliding them back in, his pace infuriatingly slow, each stroke long and savouring.
‘Tal…’ she panted, reaching behind her to free his cock from his pants. His heated length pressed into the curve of her backside. She struggled against him, attempting to bend over, to line him up —
‘Someone’s impatient tonight.’ He gave a wicked laugh, curling his fingers, eliciting a desperate moan from her, his teeth grazing the column of her throat. ‘I was going to take my time… Learn every inch of you slowly… But I see you’re having none of that —’
She bucked her hips again, wanting – no,needingto feel him inside her.
Talemir kicked off his pants that had bunched at his ankles and pushed her towards the bed at last.
She twisted to face him, studying the bright ring of green around the hazel of his eyes, the way his hair stuck to his damp nape… As the backs of her thighs hit the mattress, her gaze trailed down his carved body, taking in the glorious view of his cock, thick and long and ready for her.
Talemir gave her a dark, delicious smile before pushing her onto the bed.
The mattress sank around her as he climbed between her legs, his wings flaring powerfully behind him at the view: her, exposed and wet.
He paused for a moment, as though he enjoyed torturing her, as though he would leave her panting and wanting. But then he gripped her thighs and spread her even wider, only to blow a cool stream of air on her aching core. There, he teased her mercilessly, applying pressure, but not quite sliding home with his fingers.
