Page 33 of Caress of Fire
“He couldn’t.” Fedryc turned his silver stare to her. “You don’t understand. Aymond loved Nakia more than life itself. She was his Draekarra, and my coming into the world robbed him of her. I don’t blame him for resenting me.”
These words were so cruel, tears fell down her cheek. Fedryc looked at her face, then his fingertip brushed the salty droplets.
“It was unfair.” Her voice broke and she couldn’t speak anymore.
“Fair has nothing to do with grief.” His fingers touched her face again, cradling her cheek. “I understand now, what he felt for her. My attachment to you is nothing less. You are woven into my soul, Marielle. Without you, the world is colorless.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe under the weight of the emotions that gripped her. All that grief, all that loneliness.
Fedryc pulled her in and her arms closed around him, hard, like she could shield him from the ghost of a past best left behind. A past that was all too present, all around them. In the threat that still loomed over them like a crow’s shadow.
Marielle stayed in Fedryc’s embrace for a long time, until the lump in her throat had reduced and she could think clearly again. “Did you find what you were looking for? Do you have a suspect for your father’s murder?”
She leaned into him instinctively and was rewarded by the warmth of his skin on her naked shoulder. Incredible how she had come to seek his touch every time she was scared.
How fast she had come to rely on him. Need him.
“No.” Fedryc pulled her closer and she rested her head on his shoulder, his breath on the side of her neck, hot and comforting. “No one who was smart or powerful enough to have slipped through my father’s defenses. He was too suspicious, too accustomed to the dangers of being the High Lord of a rich kingdom to have let any of those greedy cowards close enough to slipVenemum Arderein Nissar’s drink.”
“Not even Lord Anion?” Marielle’s lips pursed involuntarily at the memory of the man.
“That man was the least likely of them all. No, the person I’m looking for is much, much smarter than that. And has everything to lose now that you are my Draekarra.”
“You’re not planning on giving Silva away to him, right?”
“That worm isn’t going to lay a finger on my cousin.” Fedryc growled deep and low to underline his point. “But Lord Anion is not what I want you to think about just now. I have waited all day to have you to myself.”
He pulled her chin up and his mouth closed on hers. This kiss was different than last time. It wasn’t just a claim, it was a plea for love that made Marielle hungry for him. This man made of hardness and power needed her just as much as she needed him.
Fire spread in her body and she answered his claiming kiss, her hands running over the back of his neck and through his silky hair. Fedryc’s hands were everywhere on her body, grabbing her ass, then running along her waist and over her breasts, his thumb rubbing the taut nipples pushing through her dress.
Hot wetness pooled between her legs and a now familiar aching need pulsed at her core. She wanted him again, wanted that mind-shattering pleasure he’d brought her before.
She reached down, reluctantly leaving the feeling of Fedryc’s hair, and closed both hands around the bulge at his groin. His cock stirred in her fingers, throbbing, struggling to break free. Fedryc broke the kiss and inhaled shakily as Marielle rubbed up and down his imprisoned cock.
She felt her lips pull up in a sensual smile as his hands grabbed her ass, and he growled deeply. The sound turned her on even more, the way he restrained the beast inside of him. That beast she wanted so desperately to break free.
“I want you,” Marielle whispered against his throat, and was rewarded by Fedryc’s deep shiver.
Her small hands went to the waist of his pants and she deftly opened the fastening there. His long, thick shaft broke free and it twitched under her touch. She took the time to look at it, its honey-colored skin and the tip, round and already pearling with a drop of pre-cum. She ran her fingers along the length of his shaft, then cupped the soft sac of his balls.
“Marielle.” Fedryc’s voice was hoarse, and she wasn’t surprised to see his pupils slashing vertical when she looked up into his eyes. “I will take you now.”
His eyes flashed when she lifted a small half smile to him, then shook her head. Her heart fluttered like a trapped beast inside her ribcage, but she needed this.
“I want to explore you.” She spread her fingers and gently squeezed the already thick sac of his balls, and was rewarded by Fedryc’s sharp intake of air. His pupils flashed thin then wide again, and he nodded wordlessly.
Marielle looked down at the length of him. He was so long and so thick that it took both hands to completely cover him, and when she wrapped her fingers around him, they barely closed halfway around his thickness. It was mind-boggling to think that he fit entirely inside her, but the mere thought made her core clench in anticipation.
Yes, she wanted that thick, long shaft pounding inside her with all the savagery she knew he could give her. But before that, she wanted to touch and taste him, to know every inch of him until nothing could erase it from her memory.
She watched as another pearl of liquid came out of the rounded the tip of his cock as she trailed her fingers up the length of him. She wanted to taste him, like he had tasted her.
Marielle knelt in front of him and looked up to Fedryc as she pulled his red silk pants down, then threw them away in a corner. He stood frozen, mesmerized as she brought her mouth closer to his throbbing cock. His eyes were two pools of pure silver and his breathing was heavy as she looked up at him. He kept silent as she brought her mouth closer until the tip of her tongue touched the pearl of pre-cum at the tip of his shaft.
His taste was male and good, a bit salty, and it made her mouth water. Marielle closed her lips around the tip of Fedryc’s sex and sucked gently on it to draw more fluid.
A violent shiver escaped his lips and his hand closed around the back of her hair but he didn’t pull her in. He was giving her the reins to control this encounter, and she was grateful for it.
