“Then perhaps it’s bestnotto ask,” I whisper, climbing back into the bed with her and brushing my lips across her brow bone, then lower, lower still. “Perhaps it’s best to just lie back, close your eyes, and...”
Chapter Twenty-One
WESTLYN
The last time I was intimate with Draegan—the night I not-so-affectionally referred to as The Incident—I stormed out of his room in a blaze of frustration and anger, so tired of his games, of his inability to be honest about his feelings, of his constant need to push me away every time we get even remotely close.
Now, hidden away in this remote cabin in the middle of a crazy storm in the middle of an even crazier realm, Draegan has just handed over his heart, obliterating everything that ever stood between us.
Every wall. Every argument. Every secret shame and past regret.
Gone.
And I’ve never been more terrified in my life.
Being alone with him like this now, naked and vulnerable, my heart thundering, my nerve endings electrified…
Goddess, if he doesn’t kiss me soon…
No. I won’t survive that kind of rejection. I can’t. Not again.
I lie back and close my eyes, just like he told me to. I wait for the span of several heartbeats. More. A minute. An agonizing eternity, and still, he hasn’t kissed me.
I feel the solid, comforting weight of him as he rolls on top of me again, the urgent press of his cock settling between my thighs.
I feel his hands in my hair.
I feel the warmth of his skin near my face, lips brushing close, but not close enough.
I feel his breath misting on my throat, my cheek, my mouth.
And then, just when I’m convinced he’s going to walk away and shatter my heart in a way so irreparable not even my fae magic can heal it, Draegan Caldwell kisses me.
His lips are gentle at first, a tentative sweep as soft as butterfly wings. Then, a deep moan of pleasure reverberates through his chest, and he crashes against my mouth, hungry, greedy, devouring.
I part my lips for him and deepen the kiss, and his tongue sweeps inside to tangle with mine, his confident strokes plumbing every soft curve, tasting me, claiming me.
My heart feels like it might burst, but it doesn’t shatter this time. It expands. It warms. It beats inside me like a furious drum, and I slide my hands into his hair and grip his horns, drawing him closer as he nips and teases and takes, takes, takes.
And all I want is to give him more.
I open my thighs for him, welcoming the feel of his hard, perfect length as he sinks inside me, deep and slow, filling me so completely I can’t even remember a time when weweren’tclose like this. When we weren’t open and honest and just… in love.
I finally open my eyes and find him looking at me with an intensity that makes my toes curl, but his every movement is tender and sweet and slow. Reverent.
Cupping my face in one of his big, strong hands, he rolls his hips again, the base of his cock stroking my clit as he slides inside me, one perfect inch at a time.
A tear slips free, unbidden, and he kisses it from my cheek.
“What is it, love?” he whispers. “Am I hurting—”
“No, it’s nothing like that.” I trace his jaw with my fingers, memorizing the feel of it. The shape. “I just… Goddess. Is it wrong to admit that I almost don’t want the storm to end?”
An understanding smile touches his lips, and he leans in for another kiss, slow and sweet. Then, “We’re herenow. Right here, right in this moment. Stay in it with me, love. Just like this.” He lowers his mouth to mine once more, drawing my lip between his teeth, teasing it before deepening our kiss, shifting the angle of his delicious thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside me, making my toes curl all over again.
“Draegan,” I breathe, losing myself in this intense pleasure. “You feel so… so good.”
At this, he kisses my throat and moans against my skin, his hips circling faster, the friction against my clit sending shockwaves through my core.
