So much better than okay.
I nod through a groan and pull him close, tasting him with a deep, hungry kiss. Urging him to move with a shift of my hips.
He lifts me the slightest amount, then gently lowers me, and my entire body ignites. I moan into his hungry mouth, urging him with another slow curl of my spine.
He lifts me again—higher this time.
Drops me down slowly.
I melt around him, little by little. Breath by breath. Slow shift by slow, aching shift as our hearts continue to pound in rapid unison.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper, feathering the words against his lower lip.
“Perfectly yours.”
The words are accompanied by a low, rumbling growl that boils in his chest, vibrating through me. A smile steals across my face at the way it kindles my nerves. Makes meburn.
I plant a kiss upon his cheek.
His temple.
“I like it when you do that,” I breathe close to his ear. The tension eases from his taut shoulders, like I’m taming a rabid beast.
He makes that sound again, lifting me higher, pausing just before his tip is free of my clenching core … sliding me back down with a deep, sensual roll of his hips.
A guttural moan crawls up my throat, and I throw my head back, another plunging thrust almost severing the threads of my self-control.
I look at him from beneath heavy lids as he draws out, then drives in hard enough to make my breasts bounce, stoking that flame. Unblinking, he watches me—like he’s drinking from some well of life.
There’s an edge to that look that unleashes something inside me. A wildness I don’t want to tame.
This bludgeoningthrobpounds to needy life in my gums, drilling into my canines, the roots of it stretching across the arch of my palate. Salivating, I swallow, tipping forward and flopping my head into his neck, feeling the tendons flex beneath my lips as he thrusts.
Thrusts.
Thrusts.
Thatacheturns to a sharp, splitting pain that has me crying out, buffering the sound by gently biting down on the taut stretch of his neck.
Something punches through my gums—
I’m suddenly empty, feet on the ground, pressed against the wall by his hand. He shoves back, and I crumple amongst the crunchy leaves—my gums still throbbing, twin fangs now dimpling my bottom lip.
Gasping for breath, I look up, seeing Rhordyn on the other side of the cavern, head down, fists bunched as he paces back and forth in heavy strides. Every muscle in his body pumped.
Beastly.
The sky rips the world apart outside, sheets of water visible through the archway to our darkening cavern.
He was so composed a second ago, so tame beneath my touch. Now he’s wild.
Unleashed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Put them away,” he snarls, still pacing, tattoos lit with an erratic pulse in sync with the booming blasts cleaving the silence. “Now.”
“Putwhataway?”
