Page 65 of Red Dragon
With a faint growl, Vorik picked her up. Startled, Syla tightened her grip on his shoulders, but her legs wrapped around him of their own volition. He set her on the console next to the wheel, pushing aside a map of the islands, and settled against her, his hard shaft pressing into her through their clothing.
“Vorik,” she whispered as he leaned in for a kiss that she eagerly returned, her legs tightening around his hips, tightening him against her. “The whole ship would hear us.”
“Agrevlari will keep them from intruding.”
“Intrudingisn’t what I’m worried about.”
He kissed her with such passion that she couldn’t keep from responding, from gripping and kneading his shoulders, then running her fingers over the powerful muscles of his arms and chest. Her heart pounded, or maybe that was his. He slid a hand down her leg, shifting her dress up so he could stroke her bare thigh, his thumb brushing close to her underwear—to herheat. Maybe her body’s earlier anticipation of sex hadn’t been without merit.
“Come with me,” Vorik said, an order this time. A command her body wanted to obey.
“Where?” she whispered. “Where are you going?”
His lips parted, as if he would answer, but his eyebrows drew together. Indecision marked his handsome face, and she sensed that he wanted to answer, to give her at least something.
Instead of replying, he kissed her again, hard and impassioned. Passion of her own flared, and she rocked into him as she ran her hand down his chest, groping for the ties in histunic. She wanted to tear it off him, to slide her fingers over his bare muscles, to lick and kiss and nip at his taut flesh, and then shift lower, bringing her lips to his?—
But he was the one to lower his head, dropping to one knee as he pushed her dress up farther. His thumb stroked the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, and she spread her legs, inviting his touch, invitinghim.
Reminded of the pleasure he’d given her in the temple, she leaned back, breathless, eager, hardly caring that he hadn’t divulged his secrets. She wanted him to give her pleasure like she’d known then, the memory so intense that she still woke up nights with it in her dreams, her lurid dreams that left her aching with need. She arched toward him, throbbing with desire, hoping he intended to…
Yes, he lifted her enough to slide off her underwear, then, as if he couldn’t hold back, brought his mouth to her throbbing core. She gasped, barely able to keep from crying out, from alerting the entire ship of his intensely exquisite touch.
His hands gripped her ass, pulling her close so he could lick and stroke her with his skilled tongue.
She couldn’t keep from calling, “Vorik!” and begging, “Please.”
She tried to make it a whisper instead of a cry, but such ecstasy came with his every stimulating stroke that she struggled to remember why she cared that people were about. What did it matter? This brilliant warrior was bowing his head to her and sucking her such that tremendous throbbing pleasure swept through her body. Tremors made the console creak as she arched toward him, so close to her climax, needing just a little…
“More,” she whispered. “More.”
“Come with me,” he said again.
“Where?” she panted, gripping his head, digging her fingers into his scalp as he teased her with her tongue. Heknewshe was close to the edge, but he looked up, eyes intent.
“I’ll protect you and keep you safe.”
If only shecouldgo with him. She could leave the convoluted mess of the Kingdom, the assassins now stalking her, and she could just be a woman. A woman who could have sex every night with this magnificent beast of a warrior with the most talented tongue.
“I can’t,” she whispered, though she feared he would stop, that he would leave her without satisfaction.
But, if anything, the fiery passion in his eyes grew stronger. Maybe he respected her decision?
He slid his tongue into her with a growl, and she arched up again, so close, so full of need for him. He sucked her deep and hard, and she came with such intense satisfaction that she would have tumbled off the console if he hadn’t held her. Waves and waves of pleasure made her eyes roll back in her head, and she longed to take back her words and agree that shewouldgo with him. If only they could be together.
With another primitive growl, Vorik shifted up her body, his mouth returning to hers. His fingers remained lower, to rekindle her need, to ready her forhisneed, and the thought of givinghimpleasure made her wrap her arms around him again. She could be ready again soon. For him, she couldalwaysbe ready.
A dragon tail flapped against the window of the wheelhouse, and glass shattered. Syla jumped, pulling her mouth from Vorik as she turned to gape.
“Agrevlari,” Vorik snarled in exasperation.
Wreylith comes!the green dragon announced, sharing the words with them both.
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Vorik didnotwantto leave Syla, notnow. Why did the minions of the gods always show up when they were in the middle of?—
“I need my underwear,” Syla whispered, grabbing her spectacles and donning them to peer around.
