Page 115 of Flameborne: Fury
I felt myself growing shy under his eyes—not because I was naked to the waist, but because of the intensity in him. But he growled and set me on my feet, whispering.
“If you feel afraid—even uneasy, you tell me.”
“I don’t.”
He gave me a searching look, then let go of me enough to yank off his jacket and shake it out over the grasses, before laying it down, then rushing back to my side and gathering me into a new, frantic kiss.
I giggled against his lips, but it quickly turned to panting as the bond surged, and the urge to be joined with him, to beone,became overwhelming.
The dragons raised their groans over the forest and my skin prickled, every hair on my body standing on end as I wrestled with the buckle of his belt, struggled to get it loose, then yanked the buttons of his leathers open.
We kissed and stroked, whispered and sighed. He stripped me bare so that I stood in the golden light of the morning sun, then gathered me against him so I wasn’t alone in it.
We tumbled to the ground together and I wrapped my legs around his thighs, hands in his hair, back arching, pulling him closer.
I needed himcloser.
Donavyn kept trying to slow me down. But when I opened my mouth on his and rubbed myself against him, he shuddered.
“Bren.God,”he groaned as he arched his back and drew himself against me.
I gasped, twitching at the explosion of sensation, ofhim.“More, Donavyn. I need you.”
Eyes dark with desire, he descended on me, sucking my tongue, stroking my body, delving down, kissing his way down my neck until his teeth grazed my shoulder and I twitched as my skin came alive, sending waves of goosebumps down my spine.
I clawed hands into him, pulling him harder against me, lifting my hips to find him, desperate for him to fill me, but he braced his elbows on the ground over my shoulders and loomed over me, close enough that our breaths mingled, and I could seehis lips curling into a heated smile. Close enough that my vision was filled with the sparkle in his eyes—and the question.
But I’d already told him I was certain. And now I was frantic.
There was something within me, something only he could touch, a hollow only he could feel. With the bond alive again and coiled around my heart, I needed proof. I needed connection. I neededhim.
Then he slid a hand under my neck, his thumb stroking the corner of my jaw, his fingers cradling me. His eyes never left mine as he nipped at my chin, then kissed me—little more than a brush of his lips. Then a teasing slide of his tongue. Then an invasion that left me breathless and gasping, bucking hips, pulling him closer with my heels.
When his hand drifted down to my breast, I arched into it. “Please.”
When his belly brushed mine and all of his hard slid against my soft, my jaw dropped as everything in me came alive and the bond bucked and coiled, yanking him closer.
“Donavyn,please!”
He gave a low, breathless chuckle and pressed himself harder against me, teasing me as he slid over my core. I was about to claw his back, to demand more, when he lifted his head, his hair falling in tousled strands around his handsome face. Then I saw the awe in him—and the shadow pass behind his eyes.
Still rolling his hips to pleasure me, still stroking my body, he locked eyes with me and his brow furrowed.
“Don’t,” I whispered, the first threat of tears returning. “I’m not scared of you. Iwantyou. The bond—”
“I know. I feel it, too,” he croaked.
I slid a hand under his hair to cup his stubbled jaw, rocking with him, my breath catching every time he pressedjust right,and pleasure burst in my core.
“You were made for me,” I whispered. “I felt it. But I didn’t see howperfectyou were for me. You make me feel safe, Donavyn. No one else does that.”
“You’re safe with me,” he graveled, then flexed his hips and both of us sucked in. My head fell back for a moment and he dove to kiss my neck, but then spoke there, his lips traveling up my throat, to my jaw, then my lips. “You’ll always be safe with me, Bren. And if it doesn’t feel that way, you tell me. You tell meimmediately.”
I nodded hurriedly, my grip on his shoulder tightening when he teased the underside of my lip with his tongue.
“My mate,” he gasped.
I whimpered, arching, desperate for him. “Yes!”
