Page 57 of Song of the Dragon Rider
“Infuriating,” she countered, her nails raking down my back as I began to move within her.
Our bodies moved together in a sensual dance, swiftly finding a rhythm that felt both urgent and languid. I reveled in the way Cat's body responded to mine, her tender sighs and breathy moans urging me on. With each thrust, I felt her warmth envelop me, drawing me deeper into a world where only we existed.
“Is this what you wanted?” I whispered against her ear, my voice husky with desire. I punctuated my words with a particularly deep thrust, causing her to gasp and arch beneath me.
“More,” she demanded, her wit momentarily overshadowed by raw need. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer as if trying to merge our bodies into one.
I happily obliged, increasing my pace. The room filled with the sounds of our passion—skin against skin, breathless moans, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath us. Neither of us cared if anyone heard us. I marveled at the way Cat's body moved with mine, her back arching to meet each thrust, her breasts pressed against my chest.
“Is this what you imagined?” I murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “All those nights you spent thinking about your captor?”
Cat's breathless laugh was tinged with pleasure. “Bold of you to assume I spent my nights thinking ofyou,” she joked, though her words were contradicted by the way her body clenched around me.
I smirked and slowed my movements to an agonizing pace. “No? Then perhaps I should stop...”
“Don't youdare,” she growled, digging her nails into my back.
I chuckled low in my throat and resumed my previous pace with renewed vigor, relishing the way Cat's body arched beneath me. “As you wish.”
Our bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, a dance of passion and desire. I trailed kisses along her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. Cat's fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently as she gasped with each thrust.
“You once said I was a terrible kisser. What about now?” I teased, my voice gruff with desire. I punctuated my words by hitching her leg higher on my hip, changing the angle to hit that spot that made her see stars.
Cat's witty retort dissolved into a moan of pleasure. “I suppose... it'll do,” she managed to quip between ragged breaths, her usual sarcasm weakened by the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.
I felt her tremble, her inner walls clenching around me as she neared her peak. I quickened my pace, driving deeper and harder, determined to bring her to the heights of pleasure. Cat's nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake as she clung to me, her body arching off the bed.
“Let go,” I whispered against her ear, my voice rough with exertion and desire. “I've got you.”
With a cry muffled against my shoulder, Cat shattered, her release washing over her in waves. I held her close, continuing to move within her, drawing out her pleasure as long as possible. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, her face flushed and hair in wild disarray, was enough to push me over the edge. With a low groan, I followed her into ecstasy, my release pulsing deep within her as we clung to each other, our bodies trembling from the aftershocks of our shared pleasure.
For a long moment, we remained entwined, our breaths mingling as we slowly descended from the heights of passion. Irolled to the side, bringing Cat with me, unwilling to break our connection just yet. She nestled against my chest, her dark hair spilling across my skin like silk.
The candles had burned low, casting a soft, amber glow with long shadows that danced across the walls. Outside, the night had deepened, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves tossed by a gentle breeze that carried the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine through the open window. It was as if the world had paused, leaving us suspended in one perfect moment.
Cat's fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, her touch sending subtle shivers through my body. I ran a hand along the curve of her spine, marveling at the softness of her skin and the delicate strength hidden beneath.
“Well,” Cat murmured, her voice a mixture of satisfaction and amusement, “I suppose that's one way to warm up after a chilly night.”
I chuckled softly, my fingers tangling in her wavy hair. “Always the wit, even now,” I teased, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
We lay in comfortable silence for a while as our bodies cooled and our heartbeats gradually slowed to a steady rhythm. Cat's breathing began to deepen, her body relaxing further against mine. Her eyelids grew heavy as she fought the pull of sleep. Her fingers, which had been tracing idle patterns on my chest, grew still.
“I should go,” I murmured, though I made no move to leave.
“Mmm.” Cat’s voice was thick with approaching slumber. “You probably should.”
Yet neither of us stirred. The night wrapped around us like a cocoon, the soft whisper of the breeze through the curtains and the distant call of a nightingale the only sounds breaking the silence. Moonlight filtered through the window, reflectinga silvery glow across Cat's skin and making her appear almost ethereal.
I was mesmerized by the sight of her. The usual sharp edges of her personality had softened in the aftermath of our passion, replaced by vulnerability she rarely showed. It was this version of Cat, unguarded and serene, that tempted me to stay longer and delve deeper into the enigma she presented. But reality beckoned—harsh and demanding.
Finally, with a quiet sigh, I gently disentangled myself from her embrace, careful not to wake her. I stood and watched her for a moment, the peaceful, steady rise and fall of her chest. She murmured something inaudible in her sleep and a soft smile played on her lips. It was moments like these that I caught a glimpse of what might be, whatcouldbe, if circumstances were different.
I adjusted the blanket over her, ensuring she was well covered, then picked up my clothes and dressed. Despite the chaos and danger that our relationship would inevitably bring, I felt a profound connection to her—one that went beyond my initial intentions. Maybe it was the bond. I wasn’t sure. And I was too tired to overanalyze it right now.
Cat's eyes fluttered open, revealing a hint of confusion followed by understanding. “Damien,” she said, her voice a whisper of silk and steel, “you don't have to sneak out like a thief.”
I paused and gazed down at her, her hair fanned out like a dark halo on the pillow. “Sometimes, even thieves leave something valuable behind,” I replied, my tone light but sincere.
