Page 56 of Flameborne: Fury
Holding her to me by her breast, I dropped one hand into the water, then underneath her, stretching to cup her ass, then slide my hand up, between her legs.
Bren’s breath caught. I was startled by the heat in those sweet, soft spaces, in contrast with the cold water. The first time I entered her with a finger she jerked. There was a small splash as one of her feet kicked. But then she reached up and back with both hands, lacing her fingers behind my neck and holding her shoulders up, out of the water, so her breasts floated right beneath my chin, and I could reach her more easily.
I didn’t have to urge her to spread her knees. As I touched and teased, slid and plunged, she found my rhythm and rolled into my touch, her knees falling wider, giving small, reflexive kicks now and again to keep herself near.
My breath grew from shallow rasps to harsh pants as I felt her heat and how much she wanted me. Soon, I couldn’t resist and dragged her back into the shallower water, until it lapped at my ribs. I whispered to her to let go of my neck, and turned her around, taking her mouth the moment I could reach it, grabbing for first one knee and pulling it up over my hip, then the other, until she clung to me, ankles locked at the hollow of my back, her hands clamped at my neck.
“I have you, Bren,” I rasped, then kissed her again, deeper, slower, swallowing her sighs. Bracing one arm at the hollow ofher spine, I leaned her back over it. “Let go. I’ve got you,” I whispered.
She opened her eyes when I broke the kiss, her gaze clouded with pleasure, but still flashing with uncertainty.
“I’ve got you. I’vealwaysgot you,” I murmured, my heart pounding, praying she’d hear the words and how they meant so much more than this moment. “Let go.”
Her throat bobbed, but then she let go with one hand, letting it slide down my arm as she sank backwards into the water. Then she did the same with the other, until both her palms rested on my forearms and I held her at the hips, speechless at the stunning sight of her laid out before me.
She’d let me and the water take her weight, so it rippled up and over her ribs, pooling around her breasts. And the more she relaxed, the more her head went back, raising her chest until she was anchored against me by her knees and the rest of her floated.
Bracing my feet shoulder-width apart, I took her by the hips and positioned her over me, cursing against the surge of desire that threatened my control as I found her, twitching as I watched myself glide home in a single, slow slide, moaning at the sight of her sweet, soft flesh sheathing my straining length, and the delicious wave of pleasure that skated up my spine and coursed under my skin, sparkling higher when I pulled her hard against me, and she tightened around me.
She arched and the water rippled, but I had her anchored on me, and couldn’t resist the sight. I drew all the way out of her, sliding myself up against her to tease that tender nub, swearing when she bucked and almost sank because she tried to grab for me.
“Let me, Bren. Let me have you,” I rasped.
With a whimpering sigh, she let her arms go slack, bowed her back, and dug her heels into my ass in an attempt to pull me closer.
With a husky chuckle, I teased her with two more slides against that beautiful, slick skin, then entered her again, this time pulling her onto me in a short, sharp thrust that made the water splash and ripple around us.
She gasped, but hollowed her back and let herself float as I moved her, pulling her gently away by the hips, then quickly back to me so the water tripped and sang around our moving bodies. I was dazed by her, overcome, so needy. I marveled as she offered herself, taking me eagerly into her.
But then the dragons cried and their calls soared across the easing winds and the rush of need that jolted through me was reflected in her, the bond resonating and expanding our want.
Bren gasped and reached for me. “Donavyn,please!”
Unable to deny her, I sat back in the water and pulled her up, water splashing, dragging at her as I helped her rise over me, until she was seated on me, ass on my thighs, and her hands in my hair.
Her eyes, hooded, glazed with desire, found mine and she came to me like she’d been called, her kiss demanding, insistent. Hands in my hair, tangling her fingers and pulling me into her. I laid one arm along her spine, thumb and fingers framing the base of her neck, then pulled her down with a thrust that opened her mouth and closed her eyes.
I thrust again and her head sank back with my name on her tongue.
Again.
Again.
Gasping, panting, body trembling, I fought not to come while she arched and cried, one hand slapping to my shoulder to brace as she began to ride me, hips flexing, back bowed, breastsjiggling as we rolled together and apart, together and apart, the water rushing into the space between us, then forced out as we met again.
And then, as I picked up the pace and began to groan and puff, she tensed around me.
Sliding that hand from her back to clamp on her shoulder, I braced against my own thrust, pulling her onto me. The second time, her breath stopped. The third, her jaw went slack.
She tensed, pulsed, tightened,clenched. She was close, so close.
Then her eyes locked on mine and she bit her lip, and after a moment’s hesitation, she reached between us. But I caught her hand and shook my head, unable to form the words past my heaving breath. But with an eager growl, still using one hand on her shoulder to pull her to me, I reached between us and laid the pad of my thumb to her and pressed, sliding from where I took her, up.
Again.She tightened.
Again.She stopped breathing.
Again.Her back bowed.
