Page 118 of Flameborne: Fury
Bren came alive.Inside me.
Not just the bond—though it rippled and pulsed deliciously. ButBren.The space she’d nestled behind my ribs before, she inhabited now. And not a simple sense of her. I felther—felt the arch of her back, the pressure in her lungs because she held her breath. Felt the joy rushing in her veins and trembling in her bones. She was alive within me. And me within her.
Neither of us moved, our bodies trembling as we hung in the balance of that incredible joining, quivering on the edge of bliss, overwhelmed by the tectonic shift of our collective worlds. Her mind, her body, her past, her hope, it was all there, rushing at me in images and sensations so fast I would have to sift through them later.
The dragons shifted and called, but faded slowly as the storm ofBrencame to peace within me and the shock of that melding passed. I braced over her, clinging to me, her body curved and eager.
Sliding fingers into her hair and pulling back her head, I locked eyes with her andfeltthe jolt of thrill and need thatcoursed through her.
She adored it.
‘Are you okay?’I sent, still stunned to find I could reach her in the same manner I reached Kgosi, but overjoyed when her eyes lit up and she beamed.
‘Yes, Donavyn. God, yes!’
She took my face in her hands, pulled me down to a desperate kiss.
And when her tongue slid against mine, I groaned, my cock swelling within her.
Her mouth opened wider on a gasp. We both already quivered, already so close—but the sensations—my body and hers, my thrill and hers, my pleasure and hers—were intoxicating.
I thrust into her again and heard her cry at the same time I felt her welcome me, her head dropping back into my hand and her body rising to meet me.
She felt hollow, a space only I could fill.
I trembled from head to toe, fighting for control as I was pulled inexorably closer to that edge.
Every time our skins brushed I prickled with my pleasureandhers. Each touch, every stroke. I didn’t want it to end.
‘Donavyn.’
Even in my head she was breathless, as overcome as I was—and as thrilled.
“I have you,” I whispered, curling a hand under her thigh and pulling her knee higher, gasping with joy when I felt her skin pebble and the rush of pleasure that coursed through her at my touch. But it was clear, we wouldn’t last long. We were both besieged in sensation and quickly losing control.
With a delighted cry, she pulled me down, urged me closer, took my mouth.
I didn’t resist. Let myself cover her, discovered how she adored the feeling of my weight pressing her down, gave a shaky laugh of joy at her shiver when I teased the skin under her ear with my lips.
We tangled limbs and pressed bodies, mingled breaths and carved out need. Every roll of my hips sent shuddering pleasure through both of us, every stroke of her hand raised the hair on both our necks.
I could not get closer, and I begged God to make her my world because nothing had ever touched me this way.
Then, unable to stop the desperate pursuit of need, we picked up the pace.
Hands clinging, voices rising, I rolled her over and sat up so we were face to face. She gasped as I gripped her shoulder and her hip and held her into my thrusts—rasping with joy when her eyes flew wide, groaning with pleasure at the sight of her breasts bouncing, her fingers clawed into my chest, my neck, my shoulder.
‘Donavyn. Oh shit!’
She tightened on me and her head lolled back, I dove for her throat, moaning on her skin as her pleasure increased mine, which expanded hers, and the rolling waves of delight became a blustering storm, shoving us both closer and closer until the storm wave crested and we were both thrown over, down, tumbling, crying, gasping into the valley of that impossible, perfect end.
I blinked, panting in short, sharp huffs. I was on my back again, and Bren collapsed on my chest. Her hair drifted across my cheek. The skin on my arms and legs bare to the air growing cold almost immediately. But the rest of me was blisteringly warm.
And then, as my breath returned, and I became aware of light and sky and sweat, Bren lifted her head and pushed her hair back.
Her eyes sparkled and shocked. She reached up with a shaking hand and pushed my hair out of my eyes.
Then she spoke in my head.
