Page 89 of Slaying the Shadow Prince
Drue opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue to brush against hers, sending a bolt of pleasure through her whole body and down to her centre. She pressed herself to him, feeling the hard pressure of his cock grazing her abdomen, making her heart stutter.
Heat swelled between her legs in answer.
‘I want you,’ she murmured against his lips.
Her words seemed to ignite something in the Warsword, for he pulled back, just for a moment, his gaze intense. ‘I’m yours.’
A dark frenzy took hold of them both and Talemir’s hands were tearing at her shirt, letting it fall to the ground behind her. He freed her breasts from the band she wore and swore quietly at the sight of them, of her nipples peaked against the cool night, before scraping his teeth down the side of her neck as he palmed her breast, eliciting a moan from her. She arched into him, white-hot need blazing within, her undergarments growing damper by the second.
‘Fuck…’ Talemir hissed as Drue explored the thick, hard length of him through the fabric. Her mouth went dry and her heart pounded wildly at the thought of him between her legs at last. Damn the layers between them. She needed him naked, now.
Unable to take her eyes off his erection straining beneath the material, she fumbled with his buttons, her hands trembling.
‘Here.’ Talemir took over.
Drue’s toes curled at the rumble of his deep voice, as each button popped open and Talemir slid his pants down over his muscular thighs, his impressive cock springing free. He removed his boots and clothes completely, standing before her, running his hands over her.
‘Gods,’ she murmured, blinking slowly as she took in the sight of him.
Every inch of him was remarkable and perfectly indecent. No one had any right to look like that… Sun-kissed skin, a powerful, towering frame and muscles carved by the Furies themselves. And his face – gods, his face undid her. Those hard angles, that square jaw so beautiful in the torchlight. He watched her, seeming to sense every thought that flickered through her mind, and he smiled, eyes bright.
It didn’t matter that they stood in the middle of a rooftop under the sky; it didn’t matter that he’d just transformed from Warsword to wraith, from wraith to Warsword. None of it mattered except him, and the roaring need to feel him inside her.
She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him longingly —
‘Tell me how you want me, Wildfire,’ he said, caressing her breast like he had all the time in the world, pinching her nipple and slipping his other hand down the front of her pants.
But the words wouldn’t form on her tongue, not as he kissed her fiercely, not as his fingers slid right down her centre, cupping the heat there, his thumb circling her clit.
Drue cried out, ripples of pleasure building instantly, rolling through her body, destroying any ounce of control she might have been holding onto. She bucked beneath his touch, a quiet plea for more.
Talemir stripped her pants and her undergarments down her legs, leaving them caught around one of her ankles.
‘On second thought,’ he growled, ‘I know exactly how you want me.’
Words were still lost to Drue as his hands enveloped her, gripping her bare backside and lifting her, carrying her to one of the nearby barrels by the glowing torch. He set her down atop it, the timber cool and rough beneath her skin.
Talemir paused, taking a moment to survey her hungrily, as though he wanted to learn every inch of her by heart.
She did the same, her focus dropping past his rippling abdomen to the V-shaped sinew pointing to his hard cock, the tip glistening.
Drue licked her lips. Her body was alive with pleasure, so unlike anything she had ever felt before. She didn’t know what came over her, didn’t recognise the sultry woman panting before the Warsword, but with her mind foggy with the haze of lust, she spread her legs for him and touched herself, circling the wetness there, in invitation.
Talemir’s mouth fell open at the sight of her, his cock twitching. ‘Gods, you’re beautiful.’
And with those words, the last thread of restraint between them grew taut and snapped. He enveloped her with his powerful frame, his fingers threading through her hair and bringing her face back to his.
The kiss was a brand, a claim.
I’m yours, he had said, and now he was showing her, unleashing himself upon her. He pulled her to him, crushing her breasts to his chest, drawing a gasp from her and sending another thrill of longing from her sensitive nipples down between her legs.
His teeth caught her lower lip, creating a pulse of delicious pain that mingled with her pleasure.
Drue wrapped her quaking legs around his waist and arched her hips towards him, demanding contact, demanding all of him. She would settle for nothing less now.
‘Fuck me, Talemir,’ she murmured between breathless kisses.
‘I feel like I’ve waited a hundred lifetimes to hear you say that…’ He fitted the crown of his cock to her wet entrance.
