Page 72 of Firedrake Betrayal
A suck here, a lick there, and I lose myself in sensation. I try to swallow as much of him as I can when he pulls me away. “That’s it, sweetheart. No more.”
“But—” My eyes flick to his fierce erection. He was throbbing in my mouth and he wants me to stop?
He sits up, right on the edge of the bed, turning me so I’m in his lap, my back to his chest. “I’d like to do some playing of my own.”
There’s a mirror hanging on the back of the door, and through it, my gaze connects with his.
“Patten?” A warm blush spills from my cheeks down over my pebbled breasts.
“Can you see how beautiful you are?” He nips my throat as nudges my pussy with his cock. Seeing it at my entrance, knowing how good it will feel when he pushes inward, has my muscles rippling in anticipation.
Breathing fast, I look away when it becomes too much.
Instead, I focus on Patten as he presses my thighs wider apart and urges me deeper into his lap.
Moaning, I writhe, throwing my head back as he thrusts until he’s sunk into me to the hilt.
“Open,” he breathes into my ear.
My eyes flutter open.
I watch him skim his fingers down my body, delve between my thighs and circle my clit.
“How is that, baby?”
I grip his wrist, so full of him I can barely think. All I can do is move, rocking back as he pumps into me. “You think I can use words now?”
He laughs, kissing my throat before he grunts and his fingers strum my clit.
My release is coming. I close my eyes as Patten surges faster, our skin slapping together.
“No,” he bites out, pumping harder, “let me see.”
It’s almost impossible to keep my eyes open, or to keep them fixed on his as my body shatters. “Patten,” I gasp, grinding myself on him.
Patten grunts as his hips slap up, and he strains, holding me tight for one long moment before he claims my lips in a bruising kiss.
We’re both breathing hard as he moves us back onto the bed, dragging a sheet over us. My muscles don’t want to work. None of me does. So I just let him do all the work.
He never lets me go, keeping us locked together as he turns us, so we’re spooning in the middle of his bed.
I fight back a yawn. “We need to go downstairs and talk about Atticus and the people who want to hurt Isaiah.”
And before Dominik comes up here and decides he wants to set fire to Patten. He’s held off for now, but I refuse to believe his patience is endless. He wants me back in New York, so it’s only a matter of time before he abducts me again.
Patten kisses my throat, hooking an arm around my middle. “And we will. Just want to hold you.”
I’m falling asleep when he kisses the back of my shoulder. “I meant to tell you about my da.”
“It’s okay.” I give his arm a squeeze.
“I meant to, but I wasn’t looking forward to it. He isn’t a good person, Jade. And I?—”
“Are not like him,” I interrupt, guessing where this must be going. “Did you think I would think you were?”
He doesn’t respond.
I turn around so we’re face to face.
