AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She bucked and shivered on the desk as he swirled his tongue from her soaking core up to her navel. He trailed wet erotic heat over her piercing, then dragged his tongue to her nipples and bit hard.
More….
“More,” Tehdra gasped hoarsely as bliss whipped in her veins. Her darkness luxuriated in the bite of pain that radiated from her nipples and core where he plunged his fingers back inside her.
He wound her hair in his fist and held her gaze. His face was dark, savage and beautiful with his arousal, and his green eyes contained echoes of flames in their depths. Every cell in Tehdra’s body came alive with need, a burning torrent of lust as Ajali took her mouth with raw, seductive force. His tongue teased and plundered her mouth, and she groaned and twined her tongue around his as they pleasured each other.
Her body shook as his thumb flicked repeatedly against her clit while he pumped his fingers almost mindlessly into her swollen core. Her body weakened as sensation after sensation pummeled through her, and her orgasm rose to feverish heights, almost cruel in its intensity. Tension tightened inside of her with each thrust of his fingers, each touch, and each kiss until she fragmented as shards of ecstasy consumed her.
Her body still trembled as it came off the high of her orgasm. Her mate. Pleasure hummed, dark with brutal need riding it.
“Ours.” The beast hissed against her mind.
It scared Tehdra, the sheer magnitude of the hunger he evoked within her. He had the ability to empower her and make her whole, but he could also destroy her completely.
The fire in the room died as if sucked into a vacuum. The fireplace now burned low, and the flames that had engulfed them receded as if they never were. Sweat glistened on both of their skins and want still raged in his eyes. Yet, he made no move to take her.
“Leave me. Be ready for me in the morn.” Frigid and remote.
She glanced down at his trousers that strained under the size of his erection. She delved deep to try and uncover his feeling. Only indifference radiated deep inside him. It was not anger, pain or fear. It was simply…coldness.
When she met his gaze, the hunger that had been so promising was banked. She lowered her legs that were still splayed wide and shimmied off to lightly stand on her feet in front of him. She did not want to leave. His presence and scent lured her. Yet, she could not decipher if he really wanted her gone.
Voice still husky with desire she asked, “Why?”
“You question me, hari?” His voice was bland, and it frustrated Tehdra that there was no echo of negative emotion to give her an inkling of his thoughts.
“You do not need me?” she asked with a look at his trousers.
A sardonic smile curved his lips. “I will see you in the morn.” An order that was final and dismissive.
With a curtsy she glided from the room, unsure as to what had just happened.
***
Fucking hell! The madness Tehdra raised in Ajali was unheard of. It seemed as if his tale of distraction would soon become a reality. Never had he felt such violent and painful arousal from someone who was blatantly untutored in sexual arts. Her dark and spicy taste, her hesitant touch, all of her reactions fairly shouted pure and unguarded, yet those obsidian eyes had swirled with lust and something wicked.
Every nerve had been awakened, and he had burned in lust. He’d held fire in his arms—raging and exquisite fire that he’d wanted to flame hotter and hotter.
She was fucking perfect.
He would need to be careful. He’d almost lost his head and cock deep inside her just a few moments ago, even though he had commanded a secret meeting to plan and lay traps for the enemy. Her enticing power as a fucking diversion was indeed strong, Ajali thought viciously. What he wanted was a sham, a cover, not the need that had pelted through him from her fragrance alone. Her unique flavor was something dark and stormy, like the essence in the air after rain and wind had raged and passed on—earthy and sensual.
The walls silently opened, and Uriah stepped in with Ajali’s Kingblades, who were his cloaks and shadows. Their intent gazes flicked across the room. He noted the amused curl of his brother’s lips, and Gavyn, one of his most loyal shadows, laughed outright.
“It seems rumor of your distraction are not unfounded, my liege,” he smirked, sauntering over to an oak chair and sank into its depth.
Fuck!
Ajali looked around the room. At the singed tapestries. At the blackened fireplace. At the messy desk and the tablets and scrolls scattered on the floor. They were testimonies to his apparent temporary madness. He ignored the amusement in all their gazes. He could guess their thoughts. He had never lost control of his flames before with a lover. Never. The idea that she was able to wreak havoc on his famed icy restraint would make them seek her out and probably fucking sing praises to her.
“Let us begin,” he commanded, setting all revelry and teasing aside.
It was time to move his piece across the board and box in the enemy.
Chapter Seven
Mevia—Kingdom of Sounds
