Page 83 of The Fated and the Damned
I chuckled, trying not to think of those very needs right now as I boxed her in. “Just trust me.”
She huffed, but allowed me to remove her breastplate and finally, to lift the back of her shirt. I ran my palm up her spine, smiling at the textured skin. The scars remained, but the rippling black was gone, leaving white skin in its wake.
“The magic in them is gone, isn’t it?” she whispered, shivering under my touch as I stroked her spine. When she turned, her eyes were lined with silver. “You made him remove them.”
I nodded, at a loss for words as I stared at the stunning creature before me. She was more beautiful than ever now. Dirty and bloodied and exhausted, her eyes alight with happiness and hope. The fact she was standing before me, alive and utterly real … I struggled to speak. “It was past time he removed his claws from your life.”
“Dante, I—” Kitarni swallowed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
I smiled. “Well you’d best start believing, Freckles, because we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us. And not a day will go by when—”
“Dante.” She pressed her fingers to my lips and smiled coyly. “Shut up and kiss me.”
I smiled crookedly. “As my lady commands.”
Our mouths clashed together and she opened for me, letting my tongue sweep inside, our kiss passionate and desperate at first, then unhurried and sensual as we both seemed to come to the conclusion that we had the rest of our lives to do this.
My cock hardened as I pushed against her and she giggled, holding me tight as I lifted her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist.
She moaned as I pressed kisses to her neck, my fingers squeezing her ass. “First order of business, Freckles? I’m going to wash that irresistible body of yours and stake my claim over you.”
“I thought you’d already done that when we married,” she said, tilting her head.
I grinned. “Not as the lord of Mistvellen, I haven’t. And I mean to service my lady.”
Her answering smile was all danger and she bopped me on the nose. “I thought it was king. But, husband of mine, I give you full permission to do just that. Only if I can claim you right back.”
I bit her neck hard enough to leave a mark and pulled back, flashing the dimples I knew she loved. “Freckles? I thought you’d never ask.”
THIRTY-EIGHT
Kitarni
Dante’shandsmassagedmyscalp and I groaned, utterly at his mercy as he washed my hair with the lavender soap, working the suds through the matted, bloodied ends.
We should be helping to gather the dead and prepare the bonfires, but the thought of stepping back onto that field seemed so morbid and horrifying, I couldn’t bring myself to suggest it. After decimating the human forces and blasting Sylvie into oblivion, I kind of figured I’d get a free pass on this one.
Besides, I wasn’t ready to face reality yet. I’d only drown in my grief—allowing that pain in would mean I’d be a boneless mess of tears come dusk. Not exactly the stuff of leaders. So, I squashed those thoughts with the next best distraction. Mine just happened to come in the form of a stack of muscles. Naked. With something hard pressed against my back.
“Have I ever told you how good you are with your hands?” I asked flirtatiously.
His deep chuckle sent a wave of excitement flooding through me and I adjusted my position in the tub, pretending to get comfortable as I grinded my ass against his cock. His chest rumbled as he hummed and his fingers stopped their ministrations. “Not lately, Freckles. We’ll have to do something about that.”
He lifted me into his lap, reaching around to slip a finger straight into my cunt. I groaned, sticking my breasts out and arching my back. He latched onto my back, biting me gently.
His finger pumped lazily—far too slowly for my liking—and I uttered a sound of frustration, wriggling to give him more room to play. He smiled against my neck and cupped my breast, slipping another finger in and pulsing faster.
I moaned, already so wound up I knew my release would shatter me soon. Instead, he lifted me from his lap and perched me at the other end of the tub, moving me gently so I draped backwards over the edge, my legs spread wide, putting me on full display.
He groaned in appreciation, his warm tongue sliding up my centre, lapping and sucking until I writhed beneath him. I panted while he worked me with both fingers and tongue. Blood rushed to my head, the dizzying effect making me even wilder as I bucked against him. My thighs squeezed around his head and an earth-shattering orgasm sped through me.
“Fuck, Dante,” I screamed, my legs quivering, my body soaring with the pleasure. When I came back down to Earth I smiled coyly. “Take me to the bed chambers.”
He lifted me easily, disregarding our dripping wet bodies and all but throwing me on the bed with a dangerous grin. When he was on the bed, I took him in my hand, swiping at the pre-cum and sucking my finger. His eyes flared, watching me like a hawk while I took his shaft and pumped slowly.
I leaned back, running a hand over my breast and down, circling my most sensitive flesh. “I want you to fuck my mouth. Remind me who I belong to.”
He shifted, climbing over me and thrusting his cock into my mouth so hard I gagged on his thick length. Exactly the kind of distraction I wanted. He pumped into the back of my throat, the dirty sounds filling the chamber as I took him, letting him grip the back of my head and shove in deeper.
