After the whirlwind of activity at the stables, Vesryn portaled them back to his chambers. No sooner than Serenna stepped on the other side of the rift, he grabbed her.
She sucked in a breath against the unexpected shock of his mouth against hers, hot and demanding. Tongue sweeping past her teeth, a wildfire roared through the bond, incinerating her every sense and thought. The past few hours of hunting and retrieving the wraith flew out of her head—nothing else existed while the prince’s lips were on hers.
“We started something last night,” Vesryn nearly growled into her throat, snatching the base of her braid to angle her face further up to his. “And I want to finish it.”
Toes curling in her boots, Serenna clutched the front of his leathers, yanking him closer. “No interruptions this time?” she breathlessly asked around the frenzied way their mouths met.
“I’m done waiting.” Vesryn’s teeth grazed her bottom lip. “I have obligations in the capital tonight,” he said, nipping gently. “But I intend to have you first.”
The desire woven into the prince’s words sent a wave of heat flooding between Serenna’s thighs. Strong hands bracketing her hips, Vesryn’s fingers tightened as he reclaimed her mouth, the pressure of his lips hazing her mind. Before Serenna had time to conjure a coherent response, he steered her through his sitting room.
Laced with ferocious want, their kiss turned frantic, searing her from the inside out. Each of Serenna’s inhales became sharper, more urgent as she dragged in serrated breaths against the prince’s mouth. Heart fluttering, she walked backward as Vesryn herded her to his sleeping chambers.
Serenna’s pulse jolted when her back collided with a solid surface. Her eyes flew open as the prince broke their kiss. She reoriented herself—still in Vesryn’s sitting room, pressed against the balcony door. His hand snaked around her waist, unlatching the sliding glass behind her.
Slightly puzzled about the location, Serenna swallowed, her head obviously not keeping pace with her body. Looking up at the prince, she saw the question in his eyes, felt his hunger devouring her through the bond.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, breaking through the wordless chaos of her thoughts.
That was all the acknowledgement Vesryn required. Ripping the sliding door open, he steered Serenna out onto the patio.
A curtain of water roared from the portal opened above thepeak of the Spire. The flow cascaded past the balcony, captured by channels and pools below. Serenna’s middle lurched from the height but settled back into place when the prince’s mouth crashed back into hers.
His hands circled her waist, their tongues returning to dance in the space between their breaths. Fingers roving over Vesryn’s leathers in return, Serenna cursed the concealing material, desperate for the touch of skin.
The fading sun splashed warmth over her already heated body, the breeze winding around the tower doing nothing to cool her off. Serenna’s heart battered against the confines of her ribs, every beat pounding with a strange mix of nervousness and excitement.
The prince suddenly spun her around. Gasping in surprise, Serenna caught herself on the stone parapet, eyes flying open to the horizon.
Driving his hips into hers, Vesryn pinned her to the ledge. Demand fueling her desire, Serenna arched against him, their leathers too restricting as they slid together.
Chest pressing against her back, fingers locking around the front of her throat, Vesryn dragged his mouth up the curve of her neck to the point of her ear. Lashes fluttering, Serenna squirmed against the prince as his teasing lips swept back down to that sensitive spot where her shoulder dipped.
They were doing this. At the peak of the Spire. Overlooking campus. Serenna’s head spun at the thought of them exposed at the top of the island, but was relieved that the waterfall and height obscured them from any potential observers.
Closing out the world hundreds of feet below, Serenna leaned into the prince, angling her neck to give better access to her throat. She shuddered when Vesryn’s hands began mapping her body, skimming down to her curves, sliding across her stomach, drifting up to land on her chest.
A wildness reared its head as Serenna felt the swellingoutline of his arousal pressing into the base of her spine. Their leathers created a dreadful distance, taunting the needy ache throbbing between her thighs. Keenly aware that Vesryn was riveted on her reactions, Serenna silently begged for more, tugging on the bond.
The prince must’ve registered her near-frantic desire, because his hands roved lower, quickly unraveling the laces of her trousers. He was nothing but efficient. Before Serenna knew it, Vesryn had her leathers and undergarments shoved down to her ankles. Skin bared, curls of mist from the crashing waterfall beaded on her thighs.
Not wasting any time, the rustle of leather behind her signaled that the prince had freed himself in the same way. He prodded her legs apart with a knee. Core tightening from the silent command, Serenna opened for him, as far as the restricting uniform allowed.
Vesryn’s breath was uneven and rough against her neck as he planted his boots next to hers. “That’s it,” he panted, wrapping his callused hands around her hips.
Wishing the prince would’ve sacrificed seconds to shed the rest of her clothing, Serenna nearly unlaced her bodice herself—until a deep groan reverberated from his throat.
Her priorities quickly rearranged when Vesryn slid the rigid length of his arousal between them. Serenna sucked in air through her teeth as their hot flesh merged, the unyielding hardness of him gliding along the slickness of her.
“Fuck,” the prince growled, the word butchered along its journey from deep in his throat.
Rocking back and forth against her center, the tip of his length teasingly sank into exactly where she needed him. The tantalizing pressure he swirled around her entrance before retreating promised more.
Driven by a mirrored desire, Serenna rolled her hips with a whimper. A wordless demand. Like the prince, she wasn’tinterested in waiting and reached for him behind her back. Wrapping her fingers around his solid length drew out a satisfying shudder and a hiss against her neck.
Vesryn breathed a husky laugh. “I can feel how much you want me.”
Senseless now, Serenna pumped him from root to tip, guiding him closer. She wasn’t the only one gasping and trembling when she pushed herself on her toes to line him up.
