Page 44 of Flameborne: Fury
He descended on me, and I was lost.
Lost in the heat of his skin. The steel strength of his body. The intoxication of his kiss.
Lost in his hands that painted my body in his need. Lost in the shadow of his bigger, stronger form that could overwhelm me with ease, yet touched with such tenderness.
He walked me backwards, stumbling with me as he had that first night in the stable when I’d wanted him to so badly andhe’d run from me. I clung to him, gripping the back of his neck, terrified he’d run.
But he only walked me back to the trunk of one of the wide trees at the edge of the clearing, pressing me into it, hands shaking as he fumbled at the buttons of my damp shirt, then slipped inside the cotton to place his hot palms on my skin.
I swore steam rose from my skin under his touch. I opened my mouth and arched into his palm as he teased the hard peak of my nipple until I twitched with every pass of his calloused thumb.
Then he brought the other hand that had slipped under the hem of my shirt around to slip fingers between my legs and tease me there.
I gasped. My head thunked back against the tree and I braced on his chest, panting, as he entered me first with one finger, then two, beckoning inside me in slow, firm strokes that set my body shivering and jolting.
I couldn’t take the sight of him. It was too much. I closed my eyes and let my head sink back. And when I breathed his name, he kissed his way down my body, first my neck, then between my breasts, sucking at one nipple, then the other, before slowly easing down. And just as I would have stopped him, when I grew overwhelmed, he removed his fingers and planted that hand on my hip, pressing me into the tree and shifting my weight as he cupped his hand behind my other knee and lifted, hooking my leg over his shoulder where he knelt before me, and slid his tongue against me, sipping at me and sucking so that my body never stopped trembling.
I cried out. My knees trembled. If he hadn’t kept my hip pinned and my leg over his shoulder, I might have fallen. But he growled against my heated flesh, then flicked his tongue over and over, sending my body into spasms.
“Donavyn—I’m…Donavyn!”
Moments later, my shriek rose over the trees to meet Akhane’s cry as I bowed and bucked, the orgasm spearing through my body with such intensity I could only grip his hair and cry out. And the moment I breathed again, the moment I slumped, he muttered a curse and dropped my knee—catching my weight when I sagged—and lifted me so my hips were higher than his, urging me to curl my legs around his waist.
I grabbed for his precious face and pulled his chin up, kissing him with all the desperation and tremulous hope that had taken root in my heart.
When he slid me down his body and took me to the hilt in one thrust, I gasped again, and he bellowed as we joined in an explosion ofeverything I wanted.
I was a mess, shaking, whimpering, my body spasming, clenching on him, so that his thrusts became a hammering insistence that ratcheted my pleasure up and up, until I barely had the strength to hold on.
I clawed his hair back from his face and panted down at him, gasping and bewildered by the chaos in my body—and the incredible, tumultuous bliss.
Then, with teeth bared and gritted, he looked up at me and seeing him so desperate, something flashed between us—that hole in my chest that washim, swelled, crackling with electric need.
He gave a guttural rasp of my name, as somewhere to the west, Kgosi roared, startling birds from the trees.
Then I was treated to the sight of the strong, oh-so-disciplined Donavyn Arsen falling apart in my arms, and in my body. I clawed my fingers into his hair and held him there, gazing down on the beauty of his twitching, rippling body, gasping his joy as he came.
And as we slumped against the tree together, he dropped his forehead to my chest, panting against my skin, and I smiled through my tears of relief.
He’d never looked away. Not when I came. Not when he did.
He’d stayed with me.
And there was no shame in his gaze. No shadow in that warm swell shaped like him in my chest.
“Mine,” he said in a guttural rasp. “You’remine, Bren. And I’ll make sure every motherfucker alive knows it.”
17. Uncovered
~ BREN ~
The storm began to ease as the day drew on. By high sun, the rain had stopped, though the winds roared on.
We lay together on my bedroll in the cave.
Donavyn sprawled naked, one hand under his head, the other resting on his chest. I lay next to him, propped up on my elbow. The dim light carved shadows on him that I found fascinating. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
My mind couldn’t stop conjuring comparisons to Ruin—young, taut, andstrong.But Donavyn… while his body bore the marks of age, it also carried an unmistakable warning.
