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His cock pressed against her, the tip sliding along her slit before pressing against her opening. She was ready for it, her body eager to take him deep inside.
"Slow," Kael whispered against her lips as he heard her gasp in pleasure.
She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, her nails digging in as she pulled him firmly against her.
Sarah gasped as Kael began to fuck her, her hips grinding against his. Kael leaned into her, his hands moving under her shoulder blades. He lifted her body off the bed and then slammed her back down again, their bodies connecting in a loud, wet slap.
Their grunts and moans mixed as Sarah's hands moved from Kael's shoulders to his chest, his muscles tensing beneath her fingertips as she pulled him deeper into her.
"I'm coming," Sarah panted, her body aching and burning with deep satisfaction.
Kael's cock throbbed, and she felt his seed filling her. He grunted with each powerful blast that shot into her, his body shuddering with pleasure. Her pussy enveloped him as her orgasm finally began to subside, holding him tightly in her grasp.
Sarah's full lips were red and soft, and her face flushed from the heat of their passion. Kael leaned down, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
FOURTEEN
KAEL
Making love to Sarah initially left Kael with a heavy weight of guilt. It was remarkable, of course, after having been years since he’d laid hands on a woman, ever since Petal’s passing.
He didn’t think he would ever have the urge. Sure, he still recognized physical desire, but he had never expected something that would render him speechless the way the silky sensation of Sarah’s skin melding into his did the morning after.
He felt the impulse to get up and run. All he could think about was Petal and betraying her love and commitment by laying with another. But when he rose, his eyes running over the hillsides of Sarah’s naked body, he felt something else that may have come from the heavens above.
Drakonians weren’t exactly religious, but they weren’t atheists either. They worshiped the stars and the galaxy, both the literal and conceptual ideas of the universe. It connected with their intuition, something that certain Drakonians had sharpened like an axe while others had left it to dull.
Petal and Kael were the sharpeners. That morning, looking down at Sarah, he felt Petal in the room for the first time since she had died.
He had felt her in his dreams, but that angered him. It felt more like a curse to feel her there and have her slip away all over again as the sun set on her life, his body coming to consciousness. He supposed that was all just an average grieving mind summoning the images and thoughts that the conscious one didn’t have the heart to consider.
He gazed over at Sarah, her flavor lingering on his taste buds. He had given in the night before when she fell into his lap, quite literally, her scent overwhelming and suffocating. He reminisced over the way she bent for him, arching her back and parting her legs so she could further engulf his size.
There was approval in the air, but Kael didn’t want to acknowledge that just yet. He got himself dressed and headed toward the military building, a space where he could think freely.
Or so he thought.
* * *
Kael was greeted on his way there by patrol vehicles, helmed by the very men he had trained. The second he saw the vermillion siren swarm in the sky behind him, he snarled and then landed back on solid ground in an open field.
The field was barren, beyond the small pocket of bumblebee yellow weeds that squelched beneath the hover car’s weight. He climbed out of the car, swiping his military cape around him like a crusader and standing tall. Kael was never one to be intimidated.
“What now?” he barked at the approaching men.
“The King wishes to have y…"
“Yes, yes,” Kael said, rubbing his eyes with fatigue. “Tell me what has gone wrong now, and I will deal with it. I am heading to the home base now."
One of the men, whose tracings looked more peach-colored in the radiant light of day, stepped forward with confidence.
“Not at the base. At his palace. He asked you to come at once.”
Kael wasn’t going to argue. He knew Aric was at it again. Planting his fingerprints hadn’t worked on the stolen document, so he had conjured up some other stunt. It bothered him that the King even gave the narrative the time of day.
“Send word that my presence is imminent,” Kael said, then jumped back into his car.
The lower-ranking officers he had trained as the King’s guard trailed behind him in a motorcade-like procession, except it wasn’t for celebratory purposes. The King’s palace wasn’t far from his own home, so he soared in that direction, watching as the bright shimmering gate parted for him without a word.
