Page 151 of The Lands Defying
He growls and his mouth descends on mine.
It feels different this time.
There is a hunger in his kiss, desire, but more prominently, there is affection, relief, need and a craving I also feel as I sink into his kiss.
It’s slow and sensual, like he’s savoring all of me, like he can’t believe I’m here and most of all…it’s so gentle.
“Darius,” I breathe against his lips, my heart beating wildly with emotion, and he groans, but it’s like he’s in pain.
His hand is on my pulse point for a beat or two, and then it’s at the back of my head next, his fingers tangle in my hair as his tongue presses against my lips. I open instantly, hearing thesatisfied purr coming from him as his other hand trails down to my hip.
It squeezes there, rubbing and moving over my skin like he wants to crawl inside of it.
I rock above him, his cock leaking between us and my wetness coats it.
The moan that tumbles from his lips, and the almost-silentfuckthat follows makes me feel lightheaded over the hold I have on him.
I want him.
I need him.
I want to taste him.
“No,” he says suddenly, halting my hips. “Rest, Rhea, fuck.”
“By the sounds of it, I have done more than enough of that.” He goes to open his mouth again but I just kiss him more.
When he starts to move his hands up my sides, tracing my ribs and the underside of my breasts, I break the kiss.
I rise onto my knees and slowly move down his body. The furs come away, revealing more of his skin as I bend down, licking his side where his tattoos are, and his breathing turns ragged.
“Rhea,” he breathes, never breaking eye contact with me, never once letting go of my hair.
I feel nerves trying to halt me in my tracks, but I keep moving lower. When I get to that trail of hair, I inhale him, taking his scent into my lungs and my own moan tumbles out.
Gods.
Mouth watering, I shove my nerves aside and when I lower, I feel the tip of his cock at my chin. Without breaking eye contact, I tilt my head down and lick the head.
Just one, small lick.
What that does to the male before me is instant.
His other hand is buried in the furs, knuckles white. He hisses through his teeth, eyes, dark pools of desire as that grip in my hair tightens.
“You don’t have to do that, little wolf,” he grits out, his cock so painfully hard.
“I’m not scared, Darius,” I tell him, knowing what happened the last time his cock was near my mouth. I go in for another lick. He tastes so good. “You won’t hurt me.”
His eyes squeeze shut then, and something astonishing happens.
Darius sinks into the furs and gives mehissubmission as he lets go of my hair and brings his arm to his side.
This male just gave me more than he could ever know. Even though I told him I wasn’t scared, he still made it so I knew this was all me. That he will let me do what I want.
With one last lick, I’m suddenly overcome with the need to taste him fully, I take the head in my mouth. Darius groans, hips punching forward a little before he retreats, holding himself back and taking his taste away.
That kind of pisses me off.
