Page 57 of Caress of Fire
Marielle swallowed, then rested her head in the place between Fedryc’s neck and shoulder. His heartbeat came through her cheek, strong and steady, full of assurance in a future filled with darkness.
“It was a long day, you need to rest now.” His hand ran along her head, down her shoulder, then to her waist, betraying an intention that was far from sleep.
His hand withdrew, then he pushed her away, softly but firmly.
Marielle watched him as he turned around and walked to the dresser, a towel wrapped around his waist. He was magnificent, more so than she had any right to expect, and even more than she deserved. This man who carried the weight of an entire kingdom on his broad shoulders.
Arousal began low in her belly, as stubborn as life itself.
Her eyes trailed over the lines of his shoulder, his trim waist. All perfect honey, smooth and lined with agile muscle. Then Fedryc shed the towel around his waist, letting it drop to the floor. Her arousal grew as she looked at his nakedness, at the round, muscular shape of his butt and thighs.
Perfection. Fedryc was perfection made male.
She shouldn’t be aroused, shouldn’t be longing for sex as uncertainty closed around them like a closed fist, but there it was. Her need for him ran deep in her flesh and all that fear only made it more urgent.
Fedryc turned around as if he could sense her eyes on his body, and stared at her. He was just as aroused as she was and his cock stood out, long and thick, deliciously hard.
Wetness spread between her legs at the sight of it and her core clenched with need.
He stood there, naked in the soft light of the glowing orbs, in all his masculine glory, beautifully sculpted abs and muscular arms on display as his expression took a hungry, predatory turn.
Maybe it was because she wanted to fight all the death that surrounded her, proclaim that she was still alive, that she could still feel.
That life was short and brutal and so was her appetite for its pleasure—with Fedryc first of all.
“Come here, stand by the foot of the bed.” His rough voice left no doubt about his authority and a shot of arousal made her shiver. She responded to him so easily, it frightened her.
Marielle obeyed, standing up as her nipples grew hard and her hyper sensitive skin felt every brush of the silk dress on her body. Heat pooled between her legs, where she ached for the possession of the male.
“Remove your dress,” Fedryc ordered, his eyes on her every movement.
Marielle’s fingers trembled as she pulled on the lace at her bodice, then freed her body of the silk dress which pooled at her feet in a flash of green silk. Her skin prickled as his gaze lingered over her body, traveling over her breasts, her waist, the soft cover of dark red curls between her legs. That gaze was a claim in itself, a brand on her body and soul that she couldn’t deny.
“Turn around.” His authority shot through her like an aphrodisiac, and Marielle found herself covered in goosebumps.
Slowly, she turned around, feeling his gaze on her body, hot and demanding. Her breathing grew fast, hard in anticipation.
“Brace your hands on the bed.” Fedryc’s voice was closer now, just behind her. “And spread your legs.”
All she could hear was the beating of her own heart as she silently obeyed him, bracing her palms on the bed and spreading her legs wide open. Wetness pooled at her sex and her entire body threatened to dissolve under the new feelings she was experiencing. Fedryc’s domination was a searing erotic shock, making her ashamed of her response to him at the same time as she craved it even more.
She gasped when a hot hand smacked her across both buttocks, then squeezed the supple flesh.
“So soft, so sweet.” Fedryc’s voice was hoarse and deep. “So female. And all mine. You are mine, Marielle Jansen.”
“Yes.” The sound of her voice was like a surrender. A surrender to Fedryc’s animalistic lure, to his domineering lust and the pleasure she could feel just out of her grasp.
Fedryc slid a single finger down her hot, moist slit, up and down the folds of her sex. He took his finger out, testing the moisture he found there, then his hands flattened over both sides of her ass cheeks. His fingers slid down between her legs, and his thumb rubbed against her clit as another digit entered her core. Marielle gasped and moaned at the shock of sensations that entered her with Fedryc’s touch. Her body sucked at him greedily, and pleasure rose inside her as his thumb pushed on her clit, while he fucked her with his long, thick finger.
More, she wanted more. She pushed her hips back to increase the penetration of Fedryc’s finger.
“Don’t move.” He removed his finger, but his thumb moved up and down on her clit at the same time, making her desperate for him to fill that aching, empty channel in her body.
Marielle whimpered, shame and pleasure mixing to bring her to the brink of rapture.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless, her mind a blank and she shuddered when Fedryc slid two fingers inside her, fucking her roughly. Her walls clenched and squeezed as sensations mounted inside her body, riding the bridge between pain and pleasure as he kept pressure on her clit.
“Come for me, my little firebrand.”
