Page 46 of Slaying the Shadow Prince
A wave of longing swept through her heated blood. Drue searched herself for signs of dark magic, for some sign that the lustful haze was not of her own volition…
Nothing but natural desire coursed through her.
Much to her disdain, Drue knew she had found Talemir attractive from the moment she’d met him, but there was a beauty about him she hadn’t acknowledged until now – something that went beyond the rippling muscles and the teasing smile on those full lips…
Her hands drifted to her own pants, and as the Warsword watched her, she stripped them away, then slid her undergarments down her bare legs. Last was the cuff. She slipped it from her wrist and placed it atop her clothes. Perhaps without it, she’d gain the upper hand. That’s what this was about, after all.
Completely exposed, she closed the gap between them, joining him at the shoreline.
‘Shall we?’ she said, fighting to keep the tremor from her voice.
He stared after her, his lips slightly parted, as she walked into the steaming water, a sigh of pleasure escaping her as the delicious heat enveloped her.
‘Suddenly shy?’ she called back to him, wading deeper until the water kissed her collarbone.
The pool surged around the powerful frame of the Warsword as he followed her in, his hard cock bouncing with each step until his lower half disappeared below the surface.
‘This was not how I expected this day to end,’ Talemir murmured beside her. ‘Not that I don’t welcome the surprise…’ His voice was deeper, laced with leashed longing.
Drue heaved a breath and ducked beneath the water in an effort to douse her own desire. She stayed under for as long as her lungs would allow, rubbing at the grit on her skin, wondering if this had been a terrible idea. What exactly had she been hoping to achieve? She couldn’t for the life of her remember now.
When she emerged, pushing the wet hair from her brow, her gaze fell to Talemir, who was scrubbing the dirt away from his chest, his powerful back to her. Every part of her screamed to reach out and run her hands over those tapered muscles, across that golden skin flecked with faint scars.
It was impossible not to gravitate to him, his presence singing out to her like a cyren’s song. When he turned around, she found herself before him, having moved through the water without even realising it.
‘What do you want, Wildfire?’ he asked quietly, his body tense beneath her stare. ‘Is this a trap? A game?’
‘You tell me.’ What she was feeling – it more than unsettled her.
‘I swear, I’m not plotting against you. I only want the truth.’ His throat bobbed. ‘It’s you I don’t know if I can trust… But I want to.’
Drue shoved aside every conflicting emotion warring within, the tiny voice screaming that she’d already crossed a line, that this was dangerous territory and went against everything she stood for… Heart hammering, she reached for him, her fingertips trailing up his rippling abdomen to his chest.
Drue wasn’t sure he was breathing as she touched him.
‘Drue…’ he murmured, as if in warning, as if she might not be ready for what happened next.
But she was more than ready. She wanted him. There was no point in denying it any longer. She would allow herself this slip, this lapse in judgement. She would shove her past into a box and grant herself this one thing. And so she pressed her wet, naked body to his and, with her fingers tangling in his hair, brought his face to hers.
Her breathing hitched as their lips touched.
Featherlight at first, as though he was waiting for her to pull away.
She only hauled him closer, fire racing through her veins with the need for him.
He kissed her fiercely, his mouth warm and lush as it moved over hers, creating swells of desire in her. He tasted like juniper berries and temptation, which she was more than willing to surrender herself to.
As he kissed her, his hands slid down her back, gliding over her curves to the backs of her thighs, and he lifted her easily out of the water, groaning as her tongue brushed his.
Drue moaned as she felt the press of his cock against her, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure to her core. She wrapped her legs around him, demanding more, white-hot need blazing through her.
He answered with another searing kiss, his hand closing over her breast, rolling her hard nipple beneath his thumb, causing her to cry out, to arch into his touch.
‘Drue…’ he murmured, the sound vibrating down her whole body, pulsing between her thighs. He ground his cock against her and she rolled her hips against him, desperate to feel him —
He froze.
Abruptly, Talemir lowered her into the water and threw himself from her, as though burnt.
