Page 10 of Stormbinder King
I almost whimpered with desire.
This couldn’t be real.
I would have dropped my eyes in embarrassment at my own craving for him, but he took me gently by the chin, keeping my face tilted upward to him.
“I love that splash of freckles across your nose,” he said as he pulled out a knife from somewhere in his back pocket, and the gleaming white grin was back. “I think I’ve found my fated mate.”
Hismate?
He bent down to kiss me, and I had one moment of panic but then his lips were making me forget any fear as I opened eagerly for the wicked plunge of his tongue into my mouth, and the knife scraped slowly down my chest, slicing through the tight ribbons in my gown, my breasts bursting free.
My heart was palpitating so hard I was afraid it would burst out of my chest and I gasped loudly, filling my lungs with the sweet, sticky air of the overhanging trees.
Jack put one hand under my ass and laid me gently down on the forest floor.
I had a glimpse of the heavy, verdant trees above him, framing the moonlight-white of his hair.
“My mate,” he whispered in my ear, and at the sound of his voice I could feel my nipples hardening painfully, desire twisting in my belly.
I silently cursed the thin fabric of my dress and my lack of proper undergarments. There was no protection against the sheer, almost naked, want in my body.
I pressed my knees together in a vain effort to stop the pounding between my thighs, deep inside me.
His eyes were scouring down me and I saw him flick across where my nipples strained at the thin fabric of my torn gown.
I felt frozen, transfixed by his smile, the rich, silky scent of his body, and he put one hand around my neck and drew me to him.
He began to kiss my throat, moving down slowly, oh so slowly, each inch sending more heat pounding shamefully to my pussy, my nipples hardening into diamond-sharp points, my breasts feeling heavy with the need to be touched. He flicked a tongue at the hollow in the base of my throat and I couldn’t suppress a moan. Then he slipped the strap from my shoulder and I gasped, feeling his flat stomach press down and his cock hard where our bodies met.
There was a rumble of satisfaction from his throat as he traced the spray of freckles across my nose and cheeks.
“These look like a constellation too, don’t they, angel? Like a swan?”
“Y-yes,” I said, hardly trusting my mouth.
I would have agreed to anything he said.
“I knew my mate would be the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen but I wasn’t prepared for how much I’d want you.”
I felt his thighs tighten around my legs, and then his tongue was teasing at the entrance to my mouth, a seduction of lips and hands, and I was lost.
He tasted like cinnamon and something biting and sweet at the same time, and I opened for him, as he made a low note of pleasure.
He wants me, too!I thought with a wild, ravenous excitement.
His kisses were deep, passionate, his hands tangling in my heavy hair now, pulling me closer, his kisses so passionate that I felt a little nip on my lips.
I squeaked and he pulled away, his chest rising and falling swiftly.
His eyes were so silvery now, and I felt something between us rise, something raw and animal.
Something once in a lifetime.
There was something that scraped the sensitive skin of my throat as his put his hand around my neck, turning my head gently to look at me again.
“Mine,” he said, as my insides liquified.
There was something that flashed in the moonlight, something that passed over his face, something sharp and shiny that activated some primitive instinct deep inside me.
