Sharp gasps rippled through the hall behind us.He didn’t bother with protocol, didn’t allow them their usual bows and formalities before vanishing from the hall.
Dalkhan’s hunger was too consuming.
We materialised in the darkness of his chambers, his mouth claiming mine.He swept his tongue inside, leaving nothing untouched.
I moaned.He swallowed the sound, one hand fisting my hair to control the angle while the other roamed down my spine, then gripped my hip possessively.
A pulse of heat went straight between my thighs.
“Dalkhan…”
His teeth caught my lip, the sharp pain bleeding into pleasure as his grip tightened.A punishment for speaking when he wanted only my surrender.The taste of copper bloomed between us, and his chest rumbled with approval.
He took a single step back, releasing me so suddenly I swayed.Before I could protest the loss of contact, he dropped to his knees.
The sight of him—this powerful, terrifying man kneeling before me—stole every thought from my head.His hands slid down my thighs, fingers digging into the flesh as he gazed up at me.
“Let me worship you properly,” he rasped.“Let me show you what you mean to me.”
His lips pressed against my hip through the fabric, a kiss so reverent my knees nearly buckled.
“Dalkhan—”
“Shh.”He found the ties of my dress, working them open instead of tearing them apart.Each loosened knot was a caress.“Let me take care of you, little flame.”
He took a sharp intake of breath as the silk pooled at my feet.
His eyes devoured me, mapping every curve and hollow of my body.
“Fuck, look at you,” he praised.“You don’t even know… how perfect you are.”
His hands skimmed up my calves, over my knees, and settled on my thighs.“I could spend eternity between your legs, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
I tangled my fingers in his dark hair as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to my inner thigh.
“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.
“Anything,” he breathed against my skin.“Everything.You want my fingers?”He pressed his thumb against my swollen clit.
I jerked forward.
“My tongue?”He swiped his tongue in one long stroke.“Tell me what you want.”
The power in his voice, the desperate need threading through his words—it was intoxicating.
“I want your tongue,” I whispered.
His grin was feral.“Then you will have it.”
He descended on me like he was starving, his tongue working with devastating precision that had me crying out.I tightened my grip in his hair as pleasure shot through me like lightning.He licked and sucked at my clit, his tongue circling and flicking before thrusting deep inside me.
“That’s it.”I shuddered as the words vibrated against my wet flesh.“Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
My legs trembled, threatening to collapse, but his strong hands held me steady.
“You taste so good.”Each word was punctuated by a stroke of his tongue.Flames came to life all over his skin.
“Dalkhan, I—”
