“So sensitive,” he whispered.
Draevyn then dragged his tongue across once more in a tortuous movement, coaxing it to harden as he captured it gently between his teeth. He lifted a hand and began to play with the other one intandem, and she couldn’t help her moan. When he was done, he blew on her nipple watching as it glistened in the moonlight.
His hands instantly moved, unbuttoning her pants before pushing them down her legs without giving her a moment to think. He tossed them off the bed and pushed himself to his knees as he looked down at her.
Esmyra lay flat on her back, with nothing to shield her from his gaze. Every inch of her was entirely bare beneath him. His whiskey stare roamed over her slowly, like he was memorizing every inch of her. And with each passing second, her pussy became slicker.
Heat radiated from him, the controlled stillness of a man holding himself back, and it only made her ache more in her need. Finally, Draevyn licked his lips and shifted, leaning forward to close the space between them, but she stopped him by lifting her foot and pressing it lightly against his shoulder.
A wicked grin crept up her lips as eyes like burning embers met hers.
“What’s this?” he murmured, his hand sliding along her calf, fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above her ankle.
“Maybe I just like the sight of you on your knees before me,” she said, her tone velvety.
The words made something shift in his eyes, like the embers had erupted into a roaring inferno.
Without breaking eye contact, his fingers closed gently around her ankle, his thumb stroking the inside of it in a way that sent a ripple of heat up her leg. But instead of pushing it away, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to the inside of it, and then another higher up along her calf.
“Oh, love,” he murmured, that infuriating dimple appearing. “You have no idea how willing I am to oblige.”
Each kiss climbed higher, his free hand sliding up her thigh leaving a trail of warmth. “I’ve told you before, and I will say it until the end of time: you’re the only being in this cursed world worth bending to.”
And then a faint glow began to shimmer across his shoulders. In the next breath, fire bloomed there, not harsh or consuming, buta low, molten blaze that traced the line of his muscles, flickering in rich gold and crimson. It danced in the darkness of the room, its light kissing her bare skin, bathing them both in its gleam.
“Now,my goddess,” he continued. “May I taste you?”
Esmyra couldn’t look away. Every movement of the flame seemed tied to the rise and fall of his breaths, and she became utterly lost in the raw beauty of it, and the man within.
Her lips parted, and finally, she nodded.
The fire along his shoulders flickered once before burning down low to embers and snuffing out. But beneath the surface of his skin, the flames still lived, rushing like molten rivers through his veins.
Only then did Draevyn gently lower her foot from his shoulder and back down to the bed. And then he began his slow crawl forward, his gaze never wavering from hers as if he were a predator savoring the hunt.
He set one palm on the bed, the muscles in his arm flexing as he leaned forward. His other hand followed, sinking into the mattress, and she could feel the dip of his weight through it. Every inch he closed between them felt calculated as he prowled closer.
His knees slid over the sheets, parting her legs. The glow radiating from him lit the sharp cut of his jaw, the dark fringe of his lashes, and that focused intensity in his eyes.
Draevyn’s hands framed her hips, thumbs brushing against her skin in a claiming touch. The pads of his fingers curled lightly into her as though to keep her from escaping. Every inch of him radiated the quiet power of a man who knewexactlywhat effect he was having on her and was in no rush to ease the aching need he’d built.
His presence was a heat between her legs that she felt everywhere at once, her body feeling as if it would be set ablaze without him even touching her.
And then, his lips brushed the hollows of her thigh as he carefully pulled them open more. And then, finally, his tongue was on her clit, swirling in delicious, torturous movements that had a moan rushing from her. His tongue dipped into her wetness and he groaned into her, as if savoring the taste, acting like her pleasure was his own.
Her hands rushed to his head, threading her fingers through his hair as her talons began to extend and retract in ways she couldn’t help. Pressure built within her as he slid a single finger inside of her pussy, pumping once, twice, before adding another.
Draevyn drove his fingers into her as he licked and sucked on her clit until she thought she would combust. The lightning in Esmyra’s veins skittered through her, intensifying with her pleasure.
She glanced down at him, and her thighs trembled as he curled his fingers. The heat of his tongue pressed tightly to her as those flaming eyes met hers.
A moan tore through her, echoing through the chamber.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispered against her sensitive flesh.
This man is trying to kill me.
Draevyn withdrew his fingers from her and gently pressed his thumb to her swollen clit, making her back arch off the bed. He crawled halfway up her body, caging her between him and the bed. “Oh, I’ve only just begun.”
