Page 113 of Veiled Flames
I don’t tell him that Saxon provided me with the corset. He uses his free hand to search the top edge of the garment, looking for the ends of the laces which are actually tucked at my waist. I don’t tell him that either. His light touch above my bosom, flutters inside my belly.
I grin. “Speaking of disguises and my need for one.”
His hand stills, and he looks into my eyes.
“Earlier, you said the dragon masters might let me stay?” I almost don’t want to ask, fearing his answer might kill my last hope.
“I said they’reconsideringit.” His tone doesn’t offer the hope I’m looking for.
“Saxon won’t ever let me mount a dragon.”
“He fears for your safety.”
Anger rises inside me. “Over that of any other candidate?” Saxon lied when he said he’d treat me the same as the others. He treats me much worse.
“Hey.” Tynan cups my cheek. “I’m on your side.” His thumb strokes my cheekbone as other fingers tease my entrance. “I most certainly don’t want to see you die, but I can see how much this means to you. If I had a vote, I’d let you try.”
“Thank you.” I touch the hand against my face, and my thumb fondles the pulsing heat on the inside of his wrist. “That means a great deal to me.”
He grins. “And yet none of my good intentions have removed this infernal corset.” His fingers search again. “Must I use a dagger to cut you out?”
“Don’t you dare.” Laughing, I dig the ends of the laces from over my belly and start to loosen them.
“Let me.” He shifts me to straddle his lap, and then his hands both fall over mine, halting my actions as we gaze deeply into each other’s eyes. “You won’t have further need for this garment.” He quickly pulls the laces through the bottom few holes, as practiced as any dresser I’ve had. “Now that your secret is out.”
As he continues to pull the laces, hunger grows in his eyes.
Hunger grows inside me too. Hunger to have Tynan touch me and kiss me. Hunger to have him drill me again—even though my channel’s still throbbing and hot from the earlier friction.
He releases the laces from their final holes. My corset falls open, and I lift my hands to hold it together.
“Shy?” He smiles as the backs of his fingers brush lightly over my belly, then they sweep up between the bones of my ribcage.
“No.” I smile back at him. “Just an instinct.” I let my hands drop and the corset falls from my body.
“Holy thrix, you are beautiful.” His gaze is fixated on my bosom, and a fresh bloom of red bursts onto my cheeks.
His fingers stroke over the newly exposed parts of me. “That corset was cruel to your beautiful skin. It left marks.” Shifting me over his extended legs, he bends to plant soft kisses over the red lines left by the corset. Then he cups my paps in his hands,as if they’re more delicate than eggshells. Using the tip of his tongue, he traces along the marks there.
Pleasure and desire race through me like sparks. My breath shudders, and I can’t remember how to inhale.
When my lungs recall their purpose, my chest heaves to refill, and his hands and his tongue continue to care for my paps like precious works of art. Sighing, I resolve to relax and enjoy the soft treatment, but then?—
Holy thrix!He lifts me and his lips latch around one of my nipples, and while fastened to me there, he sucks on it hard, as his tongue flicks inside the suction.
Crying out, I arch into him, and his thumb brushes over my other nipple. My hands slide from his shoulders to his back, and I claw at the fabric of his chemise, drawing it up, wanting to have my hands and lips on his skin, just as his are on mine.
Breaking the seal around my nipple, he grins as he looks into my eyes. “Did you enjoy that? I couldn’t tell.”
“You couldn’t?” I ask. Then I laugh, shaking my head for not instantly recognizing he said that in jest.
He removes his chemise, and I pull in a ragged breath as I take in the sight of Tynan’s bare chest, appreciating the full expanse of his shoulders, and the surging muscles of his arms. His skin is many shades darker than mine, or Saxon’s for that matter, and parts of his chest are decorated with indigo hairs—nearly black—which accentuate and enhance his strong shape.
My fingers twitch, eager to explore, but he sets me on the bed and stands to remove his boots and his breeches.
Now I truly can’t breathe as I take in the full length of Tynan. He’s so long—both his actual height and the length of his rod, now jutting up and away from his body, as if supported by invisible threads from the Great Beyond.
I shift onto my knees and am again reminded of the trainer stuffed inside me. I don’t hate the feeling, and its presence felt amazing when Tynan’s thrusting cock rubbed against it through whatever walls are inside me.
