Page 65 of Slaying the Shadow Prince
More– she wantedmoreof this. She wanted more ofhim.
Her hands trailed down his muscular chest, tracing the scars around his heart, his skin blazing beneath her touch. His nipples hardened at the brush of her fingertips, a moan escaping him as she palmed his bulging cock through his pants.
‘Wildfire,’ he murmured, the name vibrating against her lips and skittering along her bones, sending a pulse of longing straight down her centre. He seized her hair, his grip tightening, a deliciously sharp pain blooming amid the pleasure.
His kiss was searing, an imprint that would never fade now. With her trembling hands she continued to explore the strength of his powerful torso, revelling in the muscle that corded his whole body and the shift of those muscles as he leant in and ground himself against her.
She gasped at the contact, meeting each of his movements with her own, a white-hot need blazing through her, demanding more friction, more touch. She arched into him with a frustrated cry, her breasts aching, her undergarments wet as she trembled with longing.
‘Talemir,’ she murmured against his lips, grinding against him insistently. Apart from the Warsword’s shirt, they were both still fully clothed. That wouldn’t do. Drue reached for his belt, but he caught her by the wrist.
‘Not yet,’ he said.
Drue pulled back, panting. ‘What? Why?’
‘I want to see you, touch you, taste you…’
Drue leant on her palms, legs spread around him, the tops of her breasts flushed and heaving. ‘What are you waiting for, then, Warsword?’
He gave her a dark, wicked smile as his hands reached for the laces of her shirt. One by one, he tugged them apart, his warm breath tickling the dip where her neck met her shoulder. Drue’s body tightened as the fabric fell open, revealing her round, full breasts and her hard nipples begging to be touched. She felt herself growing wetter by the second as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip and then trailed his fingers down her throat, down between her collarbones to circle one breast and then the other, teasing her nipples with featherlight touches.
Panting, she arched her back, trying to guide him to a firmer approach, but he continued his teasing, so much so that she bucked off the bar’s surface, wriggling in frustration. It took every bit of willpower she had not to launch herself at him. But he wanted to see her, to touch her, to taste her – that was his request, and who was she to deny him? She could be patient —
He closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping, dragging a moan from her throat, her head falling back as she writhed.
His fingers found the buttons of her pants, each one springing free. She lifted her hips, allowing her pants to be dragged down her legs. Her undergarments quickly followed, leaving her completely exposed atop the surface of the bar, her thighs spread, revealing the wetness he’d coaxed from her.
Drue’s cheeks heated, but Talemir devoured her with those hazel eyes, a man on the verge of starvation, his body taut, holding his breath at the sight of her.
‘Furies save me, Drue…’ he muttered, grasping her thighs and spreading her wider. ‘You’re perfect.’
Drue nearly whimpered as cool air caressed her wet, sensitive skin. Talemir knelt before her and brought his mouth to her.
The first lick of his tongue nearly ended her.
He dragged it up her centre, molten and intoxicating.
Drue fell back against the bar, her moan echoing through the tavern. She didn’t care. Only Talemir and his tongue existed as he circled the sensitive spot, dragging unabashed cries of pleasure from her.
She gripped his hair, finding it soft as silk.
He groaned against her, a finger tracing her soaked entrance before sliding home, pumping in and out of her.
Her trembling legs clamped around Talemir as he worked her, his tongue and fingers now moving in unison, coaxing ripples of desire from her.
‘Fuck…’ she cried, every thought evaporating as that ultimate crest of ecstasy began to build in earnest.
She rocked against him as he fucked her with his fingers and teased her with his tongue, sending gentle, taunting flicks across her clit.
The rhythm intensified, and at last, Drue let go, shuddering, crying out as she rode the wave of her climax to breaking point. She arched off the bar, sending the tankards flying with the force of her orgasm, and Talemir wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her before he removed his mouth and fingers.
Naked, limp and panting, Drue didn’t move.
She trembled in the aftermath of what Talemir had done to her, of what he’d created within her. And all for her – he hadn’t sought or found his own release.
Slowly, Drue sat up, her skin flushed, her inner thighs slick.
Talemir’s muscular arms were braced either side of her, his hair hanging loose over his lust-glazed eyes. Drue looked down to find the evidence of his own arousal bulging in his pants.
