Page 126 of Riftborne
I heard myself moan, but I was so lost in the sensation of his hands clawing possessively down my body that I couldn't find it in myself to care if others could hear me.
My fingers tugged desperately at his clothing, needing to feel his skin against mine like I needed air to breathe.
He scooped me up in one swift motion, his fingers digging into the flesh at the backs of my thighs.
My legs wrapped around him, another moan escaping my lips at the hardness I felt pressed against my lower stomach.
“You’re mine,” he growled against my throat.
In a haze, I nodded my agreement, tilting my head back to give his wandering lips better access.
I had just managed to work his shirt up over his torso when I felt his knees hit something solid. I quickly followed him down as he set me onto the mattress, finding a place between my legs at the edge of the bed.
He pulled his shirt off the rest of the way exposing his muscular chest and frame.
He was a work of art. Truly.
His chest heaved as he stood above me, his eyes frantically dancing down my body, taking everything in.
Only a few of my buttons had been undone but I already felt completely bare.
“I hope you were prepared for a sleepless night because I intend to recreate every dream that I’ve had of you thus far.”
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me–the realization that the dream I’d witnessed was not his first.
“What’s been holding you back?” I whispered.
His eyes avoided mine as he lowered himself down, his face level with my chest. He began to kiss his way across my collarbone. Each word tickled my skin as he violently rid me of my blouse.
“I can’t allow myself a distraction like you,” he huffed. His fingers gripped my waist so hard I knew they’d leave a mark. His mouth moved to trace the shell of my ear as he lowered his fingers and tugged on the buttons of my trousers.
“Nightly dalliances here and there are one thing… but you… you’re so much more than that.” He finally lifted his head to look at me. “You’re important.”
He didn’t specify whether I was important to his cause or important to him, but the longing in his eyes had me hoping for the latter.
I raised my hand to his face, my thumb brushing against the fullness of his bottom lip. He captured it between his teeth with a devious smile. My mind flashed to his dream, and my core went molten. I wanted his lips elsewhere.
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face to mine, my mouth opening up to him. I felt dizzy by the time he broke away, starting his journey down my body.
His breath felt hot against my skin. I reached towards his waistband, but he stopped me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.
I tugged against his grip, arching to resist him.
A smug look crossed his features as the movement pushed my chest towards his waiting lips. He chuckled darkly and clamped down on one of my nipples. The sound that escaped me seemed foreign to my own ears.
He made sure to leave scalding red kisses and bite marks across the tender swells of my chest.He was relentless in his teasing, but I would not give him the satisfaction of begging like I had in his fantasy.
The mixture of pain and pleasure had my body twisting under him. I kicked the trousers that were still tangled around my ankles away. His hold on my wrists loosened and I used his distraction and the strength in my now-freed legs to flip us.
Now I was in control.
“You look good underneath me,” I taunted, sitting astride him.
The surprise in his eyes heated as he took in my naked form above him. I could feel his need pressing against me. I reached down, my hand boldly caressing his considerable length through the straining fabric.
Laryk groaned, the muscles in his stomach clenching tightly as his hips lifted into my touch. I moved down his body, just enough to give myself room to work on the elaborate clasps of his uniform.
Laryk held his breath as he watched my movements, looking every bit like a predator lying in wait.
