Page 126 of Slaying the Shadow Prince
‘Talemir,’ she cried, a pulse of longing rippling through her.
‘I don’t know what I prefer more,’ he murmured, kneeling before her and lowering his mouth to her. ‘When you say my name like a curse…’ He closed his lips over her, sucking gently on her clit, teasing, only to pull back. ‘Or when you say it like a prayer…’
‘Talemir…’ Her voice was low and husky, full of warning.
With a wicked grin, the Warsword surveyed her in a haze of lust, before at last gripping his cock and fitting it to her.
White-hot need blazed inside Drue, homing in on that spot that ached for him.
‘I love you,’ she told him, almost senseless.
Shadows rippled from Talemir, ribbons of onyx wrapping around her wrists and pinning them above her head. Her back arched, her breasts swollen and begging for contact.
‘I love you, too.’ He lifted her hips and sheathed himself inside her in one dominating thrust.
Her hands still trapped beneath his shadows, Drue arched as pleasure exploded through her, her entire body suddenly molten.
Talemir plunged into her, and she lost all sense of restraint and decency. He freed her wrists, and she moaned his name, squeezing her breasts almost to the point of pain before digging her nails into his muscular backside.
Warmth bloomed between her legs as Talemir fucked her long and hard and deep, each movement coaxing desperate cries from her. Each stroke of him inside her built more and more intoxicating pressure, a rush of emotion cresting alongside it.
Gods, this man…
Shadows danced across her writhing body as he fucked her, as she felt every inch of him.
Drue rocked against him, demanding more and more until their bodies were slick with sweat and Talemir braced himself over her, devouring her mouth in a savage kiss.
‘Come for me, Wildfire,’ he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
Talons appeared at his fingertips and he raked them over her sensitive breasts, his movements becoming harder, rougher —
Drue’s climax suddenly crested, rushing through her, an onslaught of almost unbearable pleasure. She cried out loudly, gripping a fistful of sheets, arching into Talemir, clenching around him —
Talemir swore, collapsing on top of her as he shuddered with his own orgasm, spilling inside her.
For a moment, they stayed like that, panting.
‘Gods,’ Talemir murmured, kissing her bruised lips and pulling out of her.
Drue didn’t let him go far, twining her legs with his, the need to be close still so raw and primal.
He rolled to the side of her, closing his wings around them. She marvelled at them, the red-and-black membrane so soft yet so strong.
Talemir laughed as she traced it lightly. ‘Who would have thought this curse would have such benefits?’
‘You’re not cursed,’ Drue told him, her voice quiet and serious. She had been thinking about it for some time now. ‘You’re shadow-touched…’
Talemir stilled beside her.
‘The darkness took a lot from me…’ Drue kissed him soundly, desire already reawakening within. ‘But it also gave me you.’
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Talemir
Talemir couldn’t get enough of her. He took Drue twice more in the night and once again in the morning, his need for her insatiable, his love for her beyond words. In bed with her, with the early sunlight filtering through the broken windows, he felt weightless. The only thing he was tethered to was her.
They’d marked each other with teeth and nails, and in his case, talons. But the true markings went much deeper than that. Drue had marked his very soul.
