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She looked up at her two loves and smiled a very dangerous smile.
“Dragons up, baby.”
Chapter Eight
The Flying
Kerrigan woke in a cloud of furs with strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against a bare chest. She’d fallen asleep against Fordham, and waking up to his gentle breaths between her shoulder blades almost made her forget the rest of the world. Almost.
She shifted in his grip to get a look at his midnight hair sliding over his forehead and against his eyelids. His aristocratic nose sloped strong and proud. The hard cheekbones that sliced across his face and the razor’s-edge jaw that had a hint of stubble across it. He was all hard planes and deadly features, and yet here in her arms, he looked content, happy, peaceful—as if war wasn’t waiting on the other side of his dreams. She could see the sad, broody boy who wrote poetry with charcoals and not the deadly killer they’d honed him into.
“I’m going flying,” she whispered as she brushed her lips against his.
He groaned softly, tugging her closer. His fingers tightened in her shirt and his lips slanted open, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. “Don’t go.”
“Need to burn off some energy.”
“I have an idea about that.” His lower half pressed firmly and intently against her. She shivered at the connection.
“You have kingly duties.”
“Yes, I have to do my queen.”
He was already kissing his way down her center, rolling his tongue around the rim of her belly button, and sliding her legs wide to accommodate him. She gasped at the first sweep of his tongue against her core. Her back arched off the bed, and she clamped her knees around his head. He pushed them farther apart, bracing them open with a strong hand. Then he began swirling his tongue dangerously around her until she thought she was going to break the bed with her quivering.
“Ford,” she gasped.
He glanced up at her with a smirk before slipping two fingers deep inside her. Her head slammed back again, and her eyes snapped closed as a moan escaped her lips.
“Oh gods.”
“Just me,” he teased. “You’re the only goddess in the room.”
He moved his finger in a come-hither motion, and she saw stars. For a second, she might have been back in that other realm, where she plucked her magic from a goddess of starlight. But it was just Fordham taking her to new heights.
“Release,” he purred against her body.
And she could do nothing but what he asked. Her body broke into a million little pieces as her climax hit her like a crash of waves against the rocks.
Fordham slid up her body, positioning himself between her legs. She opened her eyes as she came back down to earth and found him studying her.
“What?” she whispered breathlessly.
“I want to memorize every inch of you just like this.”
“As you unravel me?”
“I want you every way I can get you.”
“Then take me,” she pleaded.
His response was to thrust into her waiting body. She tightened around him. A satisfied grunt left his lips, and she shuddered at the pressure as he filled her. She was fully prepared for him, wet and needy, and he still stretched her with his girth.
Her hand came to his abdominals once he was fully seated as if she was going to stop him, but really she needed a second to bathe in the way it felt to be complete with her mate. The intensity and need and wanting and ache and endless longing all rolled up into one perfect package. Like this one person had been made for her and her alone.
“Yes,” she whispered and then, “please.”
He grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips. She could taste her own arousal on him as he swept his tongue into her mouth. Then he started to move.
