Page 105 of Of Blood and Banes
The rush of adrenaline from the battle in Arterias, in Blackfell, and against the wild dragons in Vathstone is no comparison to this. I chase after the same thrill with each kiss, each grab of his hair, and each roll of my hips into him. Despite knowing he can’t kill me, I can’t help but feel danger with each touch. With each kiss, as if it may destroy something even more precious than my life.
Don’t I deserve this? Don’t I deservesomethingto make me feel good, even if for a moment, while I hold the weight of the world on my shoulders? I just need a moment to forget about it all—to be lost in something else. Any desire I have for Cole is selfish. Painful. But this? This is nothing but lust.Right?
It doesn’t matter.
Because Darian’s holding me, touching me, kissing me, and matching my own ferocity and desire. Every caress clears the thoughts straight out of my head and brushes them off into the wind. His lips explore me more frantically, as if he’s slipping into an abyss of his own desires, and I’m his only tether to reality. He holds the sides of my face in his hands, like I may disappear if he lets go. My desire chases away all my sanity and replaces it with desperation. With a hunger for him to demolish me until I’ve crumbled and rebuild me back with each kiss.
Foolishness. This is all so foolish and yet…I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. Fuck him for being such a godsdamned good kisser.
He pulls his mouth off mine, the absence of his warmth a shock of cold air. I gasp as I realize I haven’t been breathing.
“Don’t touch me like that if you don’t intend on letting me fuck you senseless,” he growls.
I glance down, and my hand is wrapped around his cock straining against his pants. I should be racing back across theroom or,shit, out of the room at this point to stop myself from touching him. But I can’t. Slowly, I shuttle my hand up and down his length. His eyes explode into full dilation with shock, adrenaline, and arousal.
His hand flies to the nape of my neck, capturing my hair at the base of my skull. Ripping my head back, he grazes my throat with his teeth as he growls, “Normally, I wouldn’t be the one in handcuffs. But I suppose for you I’m willing to make an exception.”
He latches his mouth onto the column of my neck, sucking and licking his way up to my ear. He gravitates toward that sweet spot between my ear and the corner of my jaw, as if he’s done it a million times before. As if he knows what makes me melt. His hot breath warms my skin, dragging his tongue across and behind my ear until he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and nibbles.
I flinch forward, closer into him. My hand around his length quivers as I fight to regain my composure. His mouth moves over my jaw, my cheekbone, down to my lips. He kisses me. Claims me. Taking me as his own and whispering to some wild, untamed part of me that he’s in control. His hands grip me steady, fisted tight in my hair, as I work my hand up and down his length until I need more. I need him to moan. To need me as much as I need him. My mouth waters, begging to taste him.
I break off our kiss and suck on the side of his throat as I use both hands to rip his pants down. As soon as I do, I retreat from his neck. My jaw goes slack at the view. Before I can change my mind, I get down on my knees before him. Looking up to watch his reaction, I flick my tongue across the head of his cock.
He grunts as he throws his head back and smacks it against the stone behind him. His breathing gets heavier, and it teases my fantasy of wanting to hear all the sounds he makes. All the sounds I can pull out from him. I wrap my fingers around thebase of his shaft as I lower my mouth over his head, taking his cock into my mouth.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he hisses.
I begin to bob up and down on him in time with stroking my hand over his shaft, sucking him farther and farther into my throat. He grabs me by the hair and slowly begins to direct the motion of my head onto his cock. Until he’s pushed me deep enough I gag.
“You’re so pretty when you’re gagging on my cock,” he purrs. “Next time you open your lips to insult me, remember how much I fill this tight little mouth of yours.”
He begins to pull my head off him, but I grab his wrist with a spit-soaked hand, not wanting to take him out of my mouth. Saliva dribbles out the corner of my lips, and his length is glistening. I begin to work on him again, my hand gliding along his length with ease. The entire time, I look up at him. Watching his lips part, his jaw relax. A gratified growl rumbles in his chest, encouraging me to keep deep throating him, even if it nearly cost me several breaths. I adopt a corkscrew motion, up and down and twisting around him as he pants and groans. The long chain connecting his two wrist swings and smacks against my chest as he fucks the back of my throat. I remember the intoxicating control I used to have over Cole. How I loved the sounds he made as he spilled himself into my mouth. That I was the one who earned it.
I suck Darian’s dick greedily, near desperate for him to fill my mouth with his cum. Needing to hear him break. He rips my hair back hard enough my mouth pops off his cock.
His hazy, lust-filled eyes meet mine, his lips open as his breath saws in and out of his mouth. With his thumb, he smears the drool on my lips. “As much as I love fucking your mouth, I want your cum on my cock. You either take your pants off or get your ass out of this room before I break through thesegodsdamned chains, bend your ass over, and fuck you like you’re mine.”
Watching him with panting breaths, I slink back, never taking my eyes off him. His eyes flash with a mix of simmering disappointment and frustration. The space between us is unbearable. It takes a fuck ton of effort to increase it until my ass bumps the edge of my bed. Eyes still locked on his, I sweep a hand back over the sheets, then slide it underneath the pillow and into its case before pulling out the key.
As soon as the light catches its golden gleam, Darian straightens. “What are you doing?”
I strut back over to him and unlock his manacles. Now, he has full free reign. I toss the key back over onto the bed, my eyes glued to him.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I admit in a breath, grabbing the sides of his face in my hands and pulling him to me.
He snaps forward with an animalistic grunt, his hands and mine fumbling at my waistband, scrambling to strip me down. Once I’m naked, he tosses my clothes off into the corner of the room. His turn. I revel in gliding my fingertips across his hot, muscled skin.
As soon as the both of us are naked, Darian skates his gaze up and down every curve and length of my body. “Get your ass up on that desk and spread your pretty legs for me.”
My heart thunders in my chest as I back up with every menacing step he takes toward me. Gods, seeing him stalk toward me naked has my pulse doing somersaults in my stomach. Each step is outlined in pure confidence, exuding sensuous, sinful temptation. My ass bumps into the wooden desk, jolting me out of my trance for a moment. I hop up onto the desk, watching as he closes the gap between us.
He stops before me. “Open them wider. Show me how wet you are.”
I obey, spreading my legs open for him as I watch him through heavy lids. He’s so damn hot as he marvels at my naked body. Especially as he lazily brushes a hand up and down his length, his gaze heating my skin with all the unspoken things he wants to do to me. I dip my fingers down between my thighs to test how wet I am. “Is this to your satisfaction?”
His tongue flicks out across his bottom lip. “It’s a start.”
Smiling, he grabs my left ankle and lifts it straight into the air, then lowers his mouth to the inside of my shin. Kiss by kiss, he inches down lower and lower, his other hand pressed against my lower abdomen and snaking up to my chest and gently pushing me back to lie down. He sets my left leg down on his shoulder. With a thumb, he swipes down from my clit to my entrance, and I instinctively buck against the sensation.
