Page 92 of Slaying the Shadow Prince
She was panting and clenching, clawing at his back.
A desperate cry of pleasure escaped her, and she shuddered uncontrollably, her release clearly barrelling through her, wave after wave. And Talemir gave her everything he had.
The watery raysof dawn woke Talemir first, and he gazed down at the woman curled against him, wrapped in his arms. Gods, he would have traded anything to have the luxury of waking her slowly, with his fingers, his tongue, his cock… But the pair of them had been gone long enough. Talemir was surprised that Wilder hadn’t sent out a search party for him – that was, unless Adrienne had spent the night entertaining him.
Talemir took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Drue, savouring the moment for a second more, before gently extracting himself from her.
Groaning, she reached for him drowsily. ‘It’s not morning,’ she mumbled.
Warmth blooming in his chest, he leant down to press a soft kiss to her temple. ‘As much as it pains me, it’s definitely morning.’
Drue pulled the furs over her head.
In the bruised light of dawn, Talemir collected their clothes and shoes from across the expanse of the rooftop. His shirt was in strips from where his wings had speared through flesh and fabric alike. That was going to be an interesting explanation to manage.
As Drue rose from the blankets, her naked body gilded by the soft rays breaking through the clouds, Talemir tugged his pants on hastily, lest his cock —
Too late. He was already hardening for her.
Cursing quietly, he tossed Drue’s clothes to her, and she dressed.
When they were done, they looked at one another and Talemir shook his head. Drue’s hair was mussed, her outfit in disarray, her expression sheepish, and from the way she moved, he could tell that her skin was still sticky with him.
‘How do I look?’ she asked, eyebrows raised.
Talemir bit back a laugh. ‘Beautiful, as always.’
Drue folded her arms over her chest. ‘But?’
A chuckle tumbled from him. ‘But you also look like you’ve been fucked sideways.’
Drue burst out laughing. ‘Great.’ She dragged her fingers through her hair. ‘I’ll never hear the end of this.’
‘Likely not.’
Her gaze raked across his bare torso, full of suggestion, making his cock twitch again.
‘Right,’ he said firmly, clutching his ruined shirt, needing to move before he stripped her naked again and bent her over the stack of pallets. ‘I’ll find the others and see what the plan is. You go and…’
‘Make myself presentable?’
‘Precisely.’
‘You’re not exactly debrief-ready…’ she ventured.
‘I’ll make do.’
With a smirk and a final, teasing brush of her fingertips across his chest, Drue crossed the rooftop and disappeared down the steps.
Talemir waited several moments, breathing in the crisp morning, hoping to quell the surging inferno within.
He had no such luck. Only one thing would sate him now.
‘Fuck,’ he muttered, rearranging himself in his pants and tugging on his tattered shirt before descending the stairs.
Talemir wasn’t preparedfor the shit-eating grin on Wilder’s face when he entered the warehouse, his shirt in ribbons around his torso.
‘Rough night, Tal?’ Wilder clapped a hand on his shoulder, all too smug.
