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He chuckled darkly against my throat, the dress sliding down my arms to pool at my waist. He cupped my breasts, making me gasp again. “Then I suppose we’re even,” he rumbled, kneeling down and taking one pebbled peak in his mouth.
I moaned, a wholly indecent sound, and he chuckled thickly, his mouth moving to my other breast in response.
“You have no idea how hard I have been for you this last week,” he growled, pushing me back so I was perched on the table, my elbows bracing me against the hard surface.
“Less talking,” I breathed as he kissed a line of fire up my thigh, his forked tongue flicking over the places he kissed in an odd but strangely arousing sensation. “More groveling.”
“As my Lady wishes,” he chuckled, pressing his mouth to my center over the lacy undergarments the dressmaker had made for me.
“Goddess,” I cried, throwing my head back as warmth and wetness pressed against me, fighting the urge to just rip the damned things off already. Carnon made a sound of carnal delight as I writhed against him, smacking my hands away when I tried to remove the offending undergarment.
“This is just the appetizer, Red,” he said, flicking his attention up to me, his eyes glinting with sinful intent. “You’ll have to be patient and wait for the main course.”
“Cruel King,” I breathed as he resumed his attention. The sensations were strong enough to start me building, but not enough to take me over the edge, and I growled in frustration when he pulled away.
“Now,” Carnon said, pulling gently at the lacy undergarments so that they inched down my legs with aching slowness. “I feast.”
The first lash of that forked tongue was like lightning to my core, and I blew out a breath, moaning as I felt him swirl around inside me. His hands pushed past the bunched dress at my waist and skated up my sides, coming to rest on my breasts as he gently teased my nipples.
“Carnon,” I gasped. “Please.”
“There’s that begging,” he mumbled, moving faster with his tongue, as if lapping me up with leisurely enjoyment. His tongue made languid strokes as his fingers teased me mercilessly, and I writhed against him needing more. More, more, more.
When I shattered, it was not quiet, his name wrenched from my lips in a shrill cry. He growled, continuing to lick and suck as I shuddered against him, already heading toward a second release.
“Please,” I said again, clawing at his arms and trying to sit up. “I want you this time.”
Carnon rose, his lips glossy and eyes hungry as he pulled me into a kiss that was as all-consuming as a wildfire. I tugged at his shirt as he kissed me mercilessly, pulling it down his arms and finally tossing the cursed thing away. I ran my hands down his chiseled arms and chest, trying to decipher the tattoos there and failing miserably as Carnon kept my attention on his lips. I reached a hand up to stroke a sharp horn, and he shuddered, pulling away.
“Sorry,” I breathed, need still coursing through me. “Does that hurt?”
“The opposite, Red,” Carnon said, unlacing his trousers and freeing his length. “If you keep that up, I may not need you clenching around me.”
“Oh,” I said, a flush creeping up my chest to my cheeks.
He grinned. “Oh,” he agreed, a knowing promise in his serpentine eyes. They almost glowed, like emeralds under sunlight, and something in my stomach went warm and molten. “I’ll let you hold on as you ride my face later, Elara. Right now, something more traditional will do for dessert.”
He leaned forward, capturing my lips again as his arms wrapped around me, one hand gripping my neck and the other my low back as he shifted me up the table until he was perched over me. He didn’t stop kissing me as he thrust home, the movement so fast it made me gasp, pleasure edged with the slightest amount of pain as he began to move.
The pain fell away quickly as I wrapped my legs around him, our movements becoming a synchronous wave as he pounded into me at a pace that was somehow both too fast and too slow.
“Remember this, Red,” he rumbled between kisses as I panted and moaned for release. “Remember how well we fit together when I finally share all of my truth with you. Promise me.”
“I promise,” I breathed, hardly knowing what I was agreeing to in the silvery haze of release. He groaned, spilling warmth into me as he pulled me tight against him, his face buried in my neck as I threw my head back in ecstasy.
“Gods,” he breathed after a few moments, kissing my neck again with a brush of sharp canines and pulling back to look at me. I was sure I was a disaster, my hair all over the place and my face flushed and my makeup smeared, but he looked at me like a male deprived of water for a century who had finally been offered a single drop. He lifted himself a little, brushing hair back from my forehead and cupping my cheek with his hand.
I looked up at him, smiling in the glow of what we had just done and reveling in knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
My smile fell as icy realization crept through me. What in the name of all the Witchlands was I doing? I couldn’twanthim. This male had repeatedly lied to me, was still keeping secrets from me, and I had just willingly climbed back into his—well, not technically his bed—but what we had done couldn’t happen again.
I rolled sideways, falling off the table ungracefully in my panic, and quickly tried to pull the dress up again.
“Elara,” Carnon said, sitting up, almost totally nude on the dining table and looking at me with concern. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine,” I said briskly, trying to keep the panic and regret out of my voice. Regret not for what we had done, but for the fact that it couldn’t happen again. I couldn’t trust him, not yet, and my ridiculous heart andotherparts would need to keep it together, at least until there were no more secrets between us.
“Elara,” Carnon said, rising from the table and pulling his trousers up, but leaving his shirt and jacket where I had tossed them. He came over to me as I turned, his face so heartbreakingly beautiful it almost cracked my resolve. Almost.
