Page 125 of A Storm in Every Heart
I obey instantly, crying out, not caring how loud I am or who might be listening. Let the whole damn continent hear; let them know I tried to resist and failed, gloriously. Spectacularly.
Looking pleased, Kastian kisses me again, slower this time, as if memorizing the taste and shape of my mouth. His hands never leave my skin, mapping out every inch of me.
He gently shifts me backward off his lap, guiding me down toward the ground. As he leans over me, our eyes meet for a moment before I slide back further. Suddenly, I feel the cool, damp sensation of the muddy riverbank against my back, the squelch of wet earth clinging to my clothes.
I stop moving, and Kastian must sense the shift in me, because he slows, eyes searching my face. “What’s wrong?”
I shake, still out of breath. “We’re getting—” I gesture at my bare legs, the mud, at the both of us, “—absolutely filthy.”
He laughs and cups my face, kissing me hard and fast before pulling back. “You really would have made a perfect princess. Far too dignified to fuck in the mud.”
A flush crawls up my neck. “I wouldn’t say that’s a particularly high bar.”
“Maybe not, but I hadn’t even noticed. I can’t think about anything but how fucking good you’re going to feel wrapped around my cock.”
Good gods.
Another wave of heat coats my skin as Kastian stands to his full height, taking me with him. My legs wrap instinctively around his hips, and I cling to the back of his neck, helplessly aware of how good it feels to be in his arms, of how I never want to be anywhere else.
He carries me away from the river’s edge. I cling tighter, and the movement presses his cock harder against me through the rough fabric of his pants. I can feel his heartbeat thrumming where my thighs grip his waist, and the urge to writhe against him is almost overwhelming.
“Where are we going?” I manage, voice unsteady.
He nods at our battered little rowboat, pulled up half-heartedly on the shore.
“You’re going to have your way with me in this boat?” I ask, smiling. “That’s quite a feat of acrobatics.”
Of course, Kastian doesn’t understand my reference, but he smiles anyway and steps into the boat, taking me with him. The boat rocks alarmingly, and for a second I’m convinced we’re going to capsize. But he moves with surprising grace, lowering me onto a seat and then dropping to his knees in front of me, half-kneeling in the hull.
I just stare at him kneeling in front of me, my head spinning.
He’s devastatingly, heart-stoppingly handsome. His features could be sculpted from stone, and his dark eyes exude an aura of power and intensity that could shatter worlds. His gaze locks onto mine with such ferocity and possessiveness that it feels like I am the very center of his universe.
I want him so badly it aches.
I reach down and grip the hem of my ruined dress, dragging it over my head, leaving me bare before him.
Kastian’s tongue darts over his lips as his eyes drag down my body. “My gods, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
The corners of my mouth tip up in a smug smile. I usually hate being told how beautiful I am, but suddenly I love it.
He runs his palms up my thighs, slow and reverent, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. He bends and follows his hands with his lips, dragging his mouth up my inner thigh and leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. When he reaches the spot between my legs, he pauses, like he’s savoring it—savoring me—like I’m the last thing he’ll ever taste.
He slides his hands under my ass and pulls me to the very edge of the seat, pressing my knees up and out until I’m shamefully, helplessly open. The air is cold on my slick skin, but his breath is hot, and he doesn’t waste any more time.
His mouth descends on me—hungry, greedy, relentless. His tongue works magic, curling and flicking, and I arch back, hands fisted in the edge of the boat, knuckles white. I think I might actually black out from the intensity, from the way he devours me.
He pulls away just long enough to look up at me, lips glistening, eyes wild. “You taste so fucking good,” he says, and before I can think of anything to say, he ducks back down, tongue plunging into me again, and all I can do is writhe and take it.
He devours me, and when I start to shake, when I feel that second warning pulse at the base of my spine, he grins against me and doubles down.
The orgasm hits hard and fast, an electric bolt that leaves me gasping, crying out, shuddering so violently I almost slip off the seat. Kastian holds me steady, licking me through it, not stopping even as I beg him to.
I want to say his name. I want to curse him, but all I can do is whimper.
He finally pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and then he kisses me, deep and filthy, sharing the taste of myself on his tongue.
I should be horrified, but gods, I love it; I lovehim.
