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“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, Red,” he said, giving his ring a twist. “But I’m almost certainly too tired for it.”
I smiled, leaning down to kiss him long and slow. One hand wrapped around my neck, his fingers twining in my hair, while the other cupped my rear.
“Maybe I can rally,” he amended, pulling me closer and rolling until he was on top of me, his forked tongue exploring my mouth with bruising intensity. “We’ll be late for dinner.”
“I don’t fucking care about dinner,” I murmured, pulling at his shirt to try to get it off him and reveal the golden skin and intricate tattoos beneath.
He chuckled darkly, sitting up to pull off his shirt while I tore at my blouse, pulling it and my camisole over my head until we were both bare chested before each other.
“Gods, Red,” he rasped, cupping my breasts in his hands and stroking his thumbs over my peaked nipples. “You never stop surprising me.”
“Less talking,” I breathed out, moaning a little at the brush of his thumbs over my sensitive peaks. Goddess above, theneedhe created was all-consuming, and a little alarming. “More ravishing.”
Carnon smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his sensuous lips. “As my Queen commands,” he said, leaning down to kiss one breast, then another, his hands fumbling with the ties of my trousers. I was too impatient to let him struggle, pushing him off me so I could pull the cursed things off.
Carnon did the same, and I took a moment to admire his bare form in all its glory, bathed in the pinks and golds of the setting sun. He was sculpted like a god, like the statue of Cernunnos in the temple in the Court of Beasts, and I suddenly felt the desperate urge to worship him.
I rolled off the bed once the trousers were finally off, bending to kneel before him.
“Gods, Red,” he said again, voice a reverent whisper as he looked down at me. “What’s—”
His question was cut off with a sharp hiss as I took him in my mouth, wrapping one hand around his base and gripping his hip with the other for leverage. He groaned, fisting his fingers in my hair, which pulled from its braid under his fingers.
“You are just so fucking divine,” he gritted out, fisting my hair almost too tightly as I experimented, swirling my tongue over his tip and sucking gently. His hips bucked a little, and I could tell he was holding back. I stroked his hip, finger tracing small, taunting circles in time with my tongue, trying to push him to let loose the tight grip he had on himself.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he groaned out, “Stop, Red.”
I stopped, leaning back and panting slightly. “What’s wrong?” I asked, looking up to see his eyes closed, his face contorted in a grimace. “Did I hurt you?”
“Gods, no,” he said, blowing out a breath and looking down at me. My heart gave a little lurch as I saw that his eyes were pure serpent and blazing with want, and I wondered vaguely what it would be like to take him as a snake beast. As if he could read my thoughts, he groaned feelingly, scooping me up in a fluid movement and making me yelp. “I just want this to last longer than thirty seconds.”
He dropped me unceremoniously on the bed, face down. I craned my neck, trying to turn, but he put a firm hand between my shoulder blades, leaning over me and kissing down my back. He moved lower, his lips skating over the curve of my behind as he pulled my thighs apart gently, running warm fingers through my center. I gasped and he growled, pleased at the wetness he found there.
My question about what his plan was died on my lips as he gently inserted two fingers, pumping deliberately as he kissed his way up my spine. I arched against him, wishing his fingers could reach that aching spot between my legs that craved his touch.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, purring the question against my now pointed ear. I nodded, words feeling somewhat beyond me, and he rumbled a laugh, hooking one arm around my stomach as he rolled. I yelped again, surprised to find myself facing the glowing moonstone ceiling, his hard chest flush with my back as he twisted a hand to settle it more comfortably between my legs. His other hand came up to cup my breast, squeezing gently as I moaned shamelessly.
Carnon hummed, pressing a kiss just beneath my ear. My head had fallen back to the space between his neck and shoulder, and I felt like an instrument he was playing expertly, both hands focused on separate tasks, but working together to build a crescendo of sensation.
“This can’t be comfortable for you,” I breathed out, uncertain what to do with my hands as he played me so skillfully, fingers rubbing in slow, taunting circles between my legs.
“I like a challenge,” Carnon said, sounding like he was contemplating something even more wicked. “Still trust me?” I nodded, gasping in surprise as he caught my wrists in bands of shadow, pinning them to the bed.
“Just relax, Red,” he purred, pinching my nipple delicately while the fingers of his other hand swirled and rubbed that sensitive spot. I felt him hard against my backside, and I wriggled against the bands of shadow and that hard length. Carnon hissed, removing his hand from between my legs. I protested with a needy whine which became a groan when he stroked the tip of his length against my entrance. “Yes, or no?”
“Yes,” I begged, biting my lip to keep from moaning loudly as he slid into me.
“I’ve told you before,” he rumbled, his fingers returning to their home for the evening between my legs. “Let them hear, Red.”
He began to move in me, one hand stroking torturously slow circles while the other toyed with my breasts, stroking and pinching and caressing until my whole body felt electric with need. His hips lifted to meet my backside in a steady, aching rhythm, and I moaned loudly, my embarrassment about possibly being heard a little less after the claiming in the Sacred City.
Carnon whispered encouragement in my ear. “That’s it,” he said. “Let me give you this, Red.” The hand at my breast moved, coming to rest just above my collarbone. Carnon squeezed gently, not hard enough to hurt or stop my breath, but hard enough that everything in my body coiled tight at the touch. At the possessiveness.
“You’re mine,” he growled, nipping at my ear with his sharp canines. He squeezed his fingers just a little tighter, and the possessive hold made me shatter, spooling out into a million pieces. I cried out in ecstasy, his hips still thrusting relentlessly as he held me through my release.
“Carnon,” I cried, feeling that aching need build again as he kept his fingers and hips moving, unrelenting. He growled, the bands of shadow releasing my wrists as he flipped us again. I clutched the sheets, now below me, as he adjusted his position, pushing into me from behind as his fingers found that spot between my legs again.
“Gods,” I cried, arching into him and making him groan, the sound echoing loudly through the room. Maybe through the whole palace.
