Page 65 of Realm of Nightmares
He pressed his lips to hers, brushing them across her own. The kiss was tender, like that of two lovers finding one another for the first time. His tongue glided along the seam of her mouth, seeking entry. In one fluid motion, his hand moved to the back of her head, angling her and deepening the kiss. He tasted of dark desire, of everything she ever wanted, of everything she ever dreamed.
His touch was almost too much for her.
She ignited, kindling sparking to life, the fire inside her burning brighter with every caress.
He moved over her, laying her down gently in the sand. His fingers curled around the hem of her gown, crumpling the silk in his fist as he nudged it out of the way. He hooked one hand under her knee, lifting her leg to give him better access as his fingers coasted up her thigh, squeezing and groping.
Maeve threaded her fingers through his hair, dragging him closer, urging his mouth back to hers. He nipped at her, scraping his teeth along her bottom lip, swallowing her breathy moan. Her hips arched of their own accord, desperate for the feel of him there, where she ached for him the most. The silk of her gown pooled around her waist, exposing her to him fully. His eyes roved over her body, drinking her in, then scorching her.
“I am nothing without you,” he murmured, his voice resonating through her soul.
“And I am everything because of you,”she replied, tipping her head back while he trailed kisses from the column of her neck to the base of her throat.
He tugged aside the thin strap of her gown so it fell from her shoulder. The heat of his mouth scoured the valley between her breasts, and his tongue swirled around her nipple before sucking it into the hot confines of his mouth.
Maeve’s breath caught, and she clutched at him, wrapping both legs around him, writhing beneath him and tilting her hips again, silently begging him to fill her.
He chuckled, low like tempting thunder.
“Patience, astora.”
She shook her head.“I need you.”
“You’ll have me,”he crooned.“Eventually.”
Sun and sky, he was torturing her. Ruining her. She was a firestorm, and he was the tempest on the horizon, threatening to extinguish her flames. Already she was wet, drenched for him. Slickness coated her thighs, the mingling, heady scents of their arousal thickening in the air.
He moved lower down her body, his head dipping to the center of her core. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and she quivered as lust vibrated through her, leaving her gasping. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, and the whole of her spasmed in his grip. Strong fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, lifting her to his mouth, holding her firmly in place as he feasted on her. Over and over again, his tongue delved between her wet folds until her head lolled back and pleasure simmered along her skin. Wasting no time, he adjusted his hold on her and two of his fingers pried her open further, gliding in and out, working her in quick thrusts.
Grasping his shoulders, Maeve held on while he drove her higher, sending her into a dizzying spiral of ecstasy.
He suckled at her clit, and she cried out when he groaned against her, the sound of it reverberating through her as she crashed into oblivion. The orgasm was like an explosion, devastating her, breaking her apart in the palm of his hands.
Trembling, she watched in anticipation while he removed his pants, and when his cock finally sprung free, her world tilted on its axis.
“Do you want me, astora?”The corner of his mouth lifted as he teased her with his words.
She reached for him, her fingers barely long enough to encircle the length of his shaft. But she gripped him anyway, lightly running her thumb up and down the five golden studs piercing him.“Only as much as you want me.”
“Fuck,”he groaned, jerking himself in her grasp.
Maeve offered him a sultry smile.“Yes, please.”
His eyes darkened, glazing with lust as he laid down on the sand, snaring her by the hips and lifting her over him.
She wasn’t ready. She would never be ready.
He held her firmly, slamming her onto his cock as he shoved himself deep inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.
Maeve whimpered, her cries of pleasure drowned out only by the rushing waves crashing against the shore.
She clawed at his shoulders and chest, needing to hold on to something while she rode him. Refusing to relent, he drove himself into her again, and she swore his fingers would leave bruises behind on her hips, where he refused to let her fall forward, forcing her to take every thickened inch of him.
“Tiernan.”His name was a gasping plea in her mind.
“Yes, moh Ríenna?”
My queen.
