Page 30 of Veiled Flames
“I was at the feast to celebrate your betrothal.” Still cupping her face, I’m beyond grateful and surprised that she hasn’t steppedaway from my touch. “I was there the night you were presented to King Vyktor.”
Her lush cherry lips part as she sucks in the information along with a ragged breath of air. Her slightly opened mouth forms an invitation as juicy as a summer peach in the sun, and it’s all I can do to keep from accepting. Even after all these days and nights in that wagon—perhaps because of them—her scent is intoxicating, drawing me to her like a moth to a candle. And under my breeches, my stiffness reaches toward her like a divining rod seeking water.
“If you knew from the start,” she asks, “why didn’t you expose me?”
“Because…” I raise my eyebrows. “I have had the greatdispleasureof meeting the King of Khotor.”
A smile brushes her lips.
“And…” My thumbs long to brush her lips, but I stroke her cheekbones instead.
Her entire body responds, and the pounding in my cock grows even harder. I may be granting myself too much credit, imagining the reactions in her that I want, but I can taste her desire on the air and feel it in every part of my being.
“And what?” she asks softly, reminding me that desire interrupted my words.
“I’ve met that despicable King, and I’ve also metyou.”
“Oh.” She’s clearly startled by my answer. But perhaps also pleased.
“Princess Rosomon.” My voice rumbles out, as if through rocks.
“Please,” she says. “Pleasecall meRosshalllest you make a mistake when we are not alone.”
“As you wish,Rosshall.” It was I who chose that name for her, after all. “Rosshall, have you ever been kissed?”
Her chest heaves, pressing against her leather jerkin, one I assume belongs to the smaller of her two brothers.
“On the lips?” she asks, breathlessly.
I nod.
“I’ve only been kissed on the hand. And only by my brothers, practicing for court.”
She’s even more innocent than I thought.
“Would you like to try?” I whisper. “One kiss on the lips? To see if you like it.”
She blinks. Her long lashes are nearly translucent in the faint candlelight, but they flash like diamonds in contrast to her bright violet eyes, the same color as the sky. I’ve never been particularly drawn to women with silvery skin and pastel locks. But Rosomon’s hair and eyes are vibrant, and at this moment her features are the most beautiful in all the Seven Kingdoms. I wonder how a child of ours might look.
I shake that thought from my head. Taking a wife is not possible. Not for me. Not ever. Nor for her, if I steal her maidenhood…
“What’s wrong?” she asks softly, looking so innocently into my eyes. And so badly wanting to please me.
“Nothing,Rosshall. Absolutely nothing is wrong. In fact, everything in this moment feels very right.”
Twelve
Rosomon
My heart is pounding out of my chest.
Holding my face in his palms, Saxon bends, moving his face closer and closer toward mine, until his lips are so near, I feel their heat and taste the faint scent of ale carried on his heavy exhales. Hours seem to pass as his lips hover above mine, and anticipation builds like a wildfire inside me. He hasn’t yet kissed me, but something has happened to my lips, to my entire body. I have a thirst, a hunger, that can only be quenched by a kiss from this man.
Finally, the dragon master’s lips press against my mouth, and striking powder explodes everywhere inside me, igniting a jolt that lands low in my belly and sharply between my legs. My insides tighten, and then the feeling quickly transforms into a pulsing heat. I struggle to understand how my cleft and belly are connected to my lips.
But clearly, they are connected to those places and more. I sense the soft touch of Saxon’s lipseverywherein my body, tingling and heating every tiny place.
As I fight to understand everything that I’m feeling, his lips gently deliver kiss after kiss, moving from my top lip to the bottom, and then circling around until he’s back where he started. Each one of his tender kisses ignites a new thrill, quenching thirsts I didn’t know I had, and yet waking a far deeper hunger inside me. A hunger I have no idea how to satisfy.
