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Lightning flashed in his eyes. He didn't have to be asked twice.
“Come sit on my cock.”
“Is that what a good Siabra girl would do?” I teased, running a hand down his chest.
He shot me a surly grin. “I have absolutely no idea. I don’t know any. I only know wicked fae Valtain girls with hair like moonbeams and breasts like golden orbs.”
Suddenly, his hands were on my waist and he was lifting me up again, switching our positions on the low ledge and pulling me onto his lap until I was straddling his thighs.
His hands were in my hair. His lips against my ear.
I felt time slowing down again.
“But what I do know,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, “is that you deserve to be worshiped as a fucking goddess, as the warrior princess that you are. You deserve to have every inch of your body adored all night long. You deserve to be fucked until you scream.”
I felt my heart beginning to pound.
Draven moved my hands behind my back, holding my wrists in place with one of his strong hands while his other dipped between my thighs, lazily stroking my clit.
“Let me dominate you here, let me command you. Let me tell you to sit on my cock, let me tell you to take me in your mouth, but always know that outside of here, you're not just my equal, you're my fucking superior, and I'd follow you to the ends of the world if you told me to.” He gave a shaky laugh. “Hell, I'm already doing it, Morgan, and you haven't even told me to.”
“Stop,” I whispered, my eyes holding his. I didn't bother to struggle against his grip. He was right, after all. Some part of me wanted this man to hold me down and take me like an animal.
But another part...
I slanted my mouth against his, and he moved his lips on mine without reserve. His jaw brushed my chin—harsh, unshaved stubble scraping against soft skin. Time slowed as I tilted my mouth up to him, flicking my tongue along his lip, then sucking hard. He felt so good. His hand continued to play between my legs. I spread them wider, feeling how hard his cock had again become.
His tongue penetrated my mouth, a pulse of slow strokes, then fast ones. I lost myself in the rhythm.
He moved his hand, lifting his cock to stroke my clit with the tip. He was all hot girth, all masculine hardness, and I could hardly breathe.
I wiggled my hips, and he let go of my wrists, cupping my ass with his hands as I lowered myself onto his cock inch by inch.
He filled me up, filled me so perfectly. I felt myself tightening, stretching. It was so good.
I braced my hands on his shoulders, rubbing my breasts against his chest as he slid further inside me, burying himself deep.
And then he rocked into me, hitting a place deep in my core. My head rolled back as a moan tore through me.
I met him with a thrust of my own, letting him slide almost all the way out, then pushing myself over him, bringing his cock plunging back inside me. I screamed as he gripped my hips, thrusting harder and deeper until I felt him beginning to reach his release.
How could it be this good, I wondered? How could we lose ourselves in each other so easily?
Draven slipped a hand between my legs again, finding the sweet spot that would take me over the edge just as he slammed into me one last time. Our pleasure crashed over us like a tidal wave.
I felt Draven's shoulders relax then tighten beneath my hands.
“My mate,” he breathed against my ear. “Say it, Morgan.”
“You're my mate," I whispered back. "My husband. I wouldn't have it any other way.”
I felt him tense up, freeze, then take a deep breath.
“The moment I met you, I knew what would happen.” His voice was the promise of darkness...and the start of something dangerous.
“What?” I whispered, hardly daring to breathe.
“You were the fire right from the start. And I could feel myself wanting to run straight towards your flame. I'm not a good man, Morgan. I'm not sure I've ever been one.”
