Page 38 of The Discovered
I sighed breathily as Daelon made a trail of kisses down my body once more, murmuring that I was beautiful in different ways every other kiss. I moaned as he reached the end of his path. This time, the waves of pleasure were nearly too much, and I dug my fingers into his hair.
“Hands above your head,” he commanded again from between my legs, a dark smile on his lips. “No moving, and no noise. Or I won’t let you finish,” he challenged, a hard edge to his voice.
I took a deep breath. I had no idea how I was going to stop myself. It took everything in me not to reach for him, not to call out his name as he brought me to the brink over and over again. It was like he already knew my body and everything it craved. Even still, I stayed silent. Because his grip on my mind was somehow even sexier than his grip on my thighs, and I didn’t know how much I’d needed the excuse to let go completely. But he knew. He knew exactly what I needed—and all I had to do was let his steady, commanding voice tether me to this earth, to this bed, tohim.
After what seemed like an eternity of these pleasurable ebbs and flows, he stopped. I shivered as his lips brushed my inner thigh, his tongue flitting across my skin.
“Beg,” he ordered, looking up at me through his dark lashes.
I hesitated, feeling suddenly exposed, vulnerable. “Please,” I breathed. “Please, Daelon.”
He started again, and this time there were no ebbs. The intensity only grew until I couldn’t hold back any longer, clutching the sheets above my head as I let go completely. I trembled all over, and Daelon reversed his trail of kisses until he reached my mouth, smiling softly as he kissed me.
“Do you still want me?” he asked, stroking the side of my face.
“Yes.” So much that it scared me.
He moved off of me to take off his boxers, and the look in his eyes was wild and primal. It sent a shiver down my spine. I marveled at his now fully naked body, my breath hitching.
Oh. My. God. Goddess? Whatever.
Daelon climbed over me, his gaze so sharp it stilled me. “Are you going to start listening to me?” he asked, catching me by surprise.
“Uh, within reason,” I said. I did promise to do something like that when I thought he was dying…
He moved slowly at first, and then in a sudden movement he thrust inside of me, making me cry out.
“You’re okay,” he whispered.
He cradled my head with one hand and held one of my wrists to the bed with the other. I dug my fingernails in his back as he continued moving his hips against mine. It felt like I’d waited for this moment for years, all of the tension between us culminating in this long-awaited release of intensity. He lowered his head so that his mouth was next to my ear, his breath warm and tickling.
“Tell me you will,” he growled. “Let me protect you.” He moved up, pulling my legs to wrap around him.
“I will—” I could hardly speak as he thrust deeper and harder, maintaining eye contact as he did. His gaze was more intense than ever. I tried not to feel self-conscious as he moved me further and further toward a disorienting pleasure—ecstasy that rendered me incapable of a single coherent thought.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was agreeing to, but my promise earned me a small smile as he reached to brush his thumb against my bottom lip. He moved his hips slower now, giving me a chance to breathe. All of his off-hand remarks, glimpses into his heart and mind he’d allowed me to feel, and all of his actions and hushed promises—they all made at least one thing perfectly clear: he wanted me to change that social contract of power between us. He wanted me to surrender some of my control to him so that he could protect me from what lurked beyond this safe bubble. He wanted to help me become who I was meant to be, and this was the way he knew how.
He wanted some kind of submission, but I didn’t know how much I could give. Half of me wanted to give Daelon everything, but the other wasn’t going to be easily convinced to give up any sort of power in this foreign, tumultuous realm. There was still so much to learn. There was still a seed of doubt that I didn’t want to think about, not when he was literally as close to me as he could possibly be.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “I really do enjoy when you give in and do as you’re told.”
A comment like that would have ordinarily made me want to throat punch someone, but not when it came from Daelon’s lips. All I could do was moan in response as he clutched me tight, nipping at the sensitive skin of my neck.
He flipped me over onto my knees, and he pulled me up to position my back to his chest. He picked up his pace again, and in this position the pleasure was intensely overpowering. He held my body close to his as he moved, his grasp tight and possessive. He tilted my head to the side and went in for my neck again. He kissed my skin softly this time, contrasting this gentle touch with the harsher tangle of his hand in my hair.
I moaned at the constant and varied assault of my senses and nerve endings, my entire body completely immersed in this gratification. I didn’t think I’d ever had sex that was so overwhelming, so all-consuming, and endued with layers of meaning. It was like our desires were naturally in complement with each other’s, and it created an undeniable impression of energy throughout the bedroom. It was intoxicating, stronger than any drug. Could Daelon feel it too?
My thoughts melted into pure feeling as Daelon held me to him, his mouth now at my ear. I was no longer falling under his spell. It had already taken me, and I feared no protective magick would be strong enough to free me of its hold.
Even after we finished and collapsed onto the duvet, Daelon refused to let go of me. He held me to his chest now, one arm around my head and another coiled around my back. I rested against him as we caught our breath.
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“One of the many ways I knew I could effectively silence you,” he said into my hair.
I tried to struggle out of his grasp to smack him, but he easily overpowered me and wrestled me still. I giggled at my hilariously weak attempts to thwart him. I faced him now, and he watched me carefully.
“How was that?” he asked.
