Page 57 of The Discovered
“Did I tell you that you could move, little witch?”
“No.”
He let me go, bending me over more forcefully this time.
My breathing rapid, I fought the urge to look back at him. I wanted to see all of him—to admire the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the way his eyes consumed me possessively, hungrily—each time feeling as though it was his first.
When he finally touched me again, I calmed, unaware of how tense I had become with anticipation. His hand made featherlight touches through my hair, down my back, and finally coming to rest on my hip. I held my breath, realizing what was coming.
His first thrust was slow, and a moan escaped my lips. “You feel so good,” he cooed.
I inhaled sharply, his next movement anything but light. I didn’t need to read energy or body language to interpret this message, as he grasped my hips, moving forcefully, deeply, over and over as my legs began to shake. I heard his message loud and clear.
I gripped the couch, overwhelmed by pleasure and intensity. Soon there was no room to think about anything at all but the present moment. There were no more doubts, fears, questions, or really any thought at all.
There was only Daelon marking his territory.
My perception of time melted away, so I wasn’t sure how long it had been when he finally released me. He pulled my dress back down, gently guided me up to face him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes softer than I expected them to be.
“Uh, yes,” I stuttered. My mind felt cloudy, my skin flushed, and my body still shaking slightly. Finally able to see Daelon’s chiseled body, I couldn’t help but stare.
He narrowed his eyes, studying me for a moment. A smile spread across his lips.
“Good,” he murmured. He scooped me into his arms effortlessly and carried me to his bedroom.
“I can walk.” I gave him an indignant look.
“I’m not so sure,” he chuckled.
I felt my cheeks redden even more. He set me down on the edge of the bed, his eyes soft and adoring for a moment.
“Take off your dress,” he commanded, so I stood and pulled it over my head.
I smoothed my hair, unable to keep my eyes off him.
He seemed incapable of the same. “You’re so lovely, Áine,” he said, holding my chin in his hand. “Now get on the bed.”
I returned his slight grin before doing as I was told.
“Hands above your head. Don’t move,” he instructed. “Or speak. Which I know is hard for you.”
I shot him a glare but obeyed. I took this opportunity to catch my breath, but soon Daelon moved over me. My heart skipped a beat, but there was also a wave of intense calm that spread over me when he was close—so strong it was hard to believe it wasn’t magick.
He was safe. I didn’t believe that whatever he hid from me could ever alter that fact.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” he said, surprising me. He rested a hand over my heart. “Everything you do amazes me. You give me hope, Áine. You’re going to give so many others hope, too. You remind me of where—who—I come from,” he faltered, a sadness passing through his eyes.
I wanted to speak, but I felt myself compelled to do what I was told. Noticing my hesitation, he placed a finger on my lips.
“And I don’t want you to ever change. Or to lose your heart.”
His words hit somewhere deep, and I realized it was because they mirrored things my mothers told me. They said I was here to give people hope. They told me to never lose my heart.
I could tell he wanted to say more, but he leaned in to kiss me instead. At first soft and coaxing, the kiss quickly deepened into something more impassioned and forceful. This constant contrast nearly gave me whiplash, but I didn’t want Daelon any other way.
He pulled away. “I’m not done with you yet.”
