Page 82 of Flameborne: Fury
Needdidn’t cover it. Icravedher.
Somewhere, deep in my head and heart, I heard the dragons roar. Bren trembled in my hands and I shuddered.
“Bren…fuck—”
“Please, Donavyn.Please!”
She gasped as I grunted and whipped her around so her back was to me, tearing that shirt from where it hung from her shoulders so she was bare to the waist, then sucked on her neck—too hard, too hard,my rational mind screamed—as I scrambled at her leathers.
It was a frustrating, quivering moment, Bren’s head tipped back against my shoulder as I leaned over her, desperate to get her naked—and only frustrated myself with my fumbling, trembling fingers.
Finally, with a wicked curse, I grasped the waistband of her leathers and shoved them down, scraping them past her hips and forcing her to bring her feet closer together so I could get them down her thighs. But she didn’t resist. She urged me on, brought one hand back to bury it in my hair and held me against her neck until I finally wrestled her leathers free enough for her to kick them off.
They’d barely slapped on the floor before I whirled her back around and pulled her against me, kissing her so deeply it was a wonder I didn’t suffocate her with my tongue.
Bren arched, her head back and eyes screwed tightly shut as she grasped for my shoulders and pulled me to her, hands clawing, hips bucking to bring us closer as I pressed her down onto that tiny cot.
But when I tried to bring my knee up to brace on the bed, to position us, I was reminded that I hadn’t removed my own leathers. We tumbled together in a tangle of limbs.
Bren gave a small shriek, but when I dove for her to muffle the sound, she laughed into my mouth as I growled and first wrestled with my leathers, then gave up and wrapped her in my arms, flipping us both, and pulling her with me as I sat back against the wall and pulled her into my lap.
I opened my eyes, reaching for her hair, intending to reassure her—only to groan when Bren straddled me reached between us and positioned me, then looked up to hold my eyes, biting her lip as she dropped to take me, her eyelids going heavy as I slid home in a single, shuddering thrust that send pleasure coursing through my blood with such intensity, I almost came.
“Fuck!” I cursed, grabbing handfuls of her ass, pulling her against me as she let her head fall back and rose on her knees, then dropped onto me again.
I couldn’t help but drink in the sight of her, bare and jiggling, her eyes squeezed shut, and her jaw slack, but lips pulling towards a smile. One of her hands clawed into my bicep, the other slapped to my chest and pressed me back against the wall as she leaned back to bring us closer and began to ride me.
“Bren,” I growled.“Fuck, Bren!”
“I need you!” she gasped, her hips rolling, shifting her weight so we bobbed together on the small bed. “Please, Donavyn—I need you!”
Those words singing in my head combined with the sight of her giving herself with such abandon left me in a mindless tangle of nothing but desire and delight.
I could resist and probably end this too soon, or I could take control and make certain we were both satisfied.
With a guttural snarl, I grasped her hips and pulled her down hard at the same time I thrust. Her eyes popped wide and locked on mine again. And as I gasped her name, the bond exploded—power, light, andneed—leaving us powerless in the wake of that wave, carried by it, swirling in its heat.
Bren clawed her hands into my hair and pulled me down as I devoured her neck, then her throat, her breasts, bending her backwards so I could reach those soft, delicate places with lips, teeth, and tongue.
She quivered in my arms, her body clenching and pulsing around me as we moved together, gasping.
Every roll, every thrust, every joining pushed me closer to that edge—so close, I worried I wouldn’t bring her with me.
As delicious as her flesh was, as desperately as I needed to satisfy this hunger, I needed her to come with me.
Sucking her nipple in time with my thrusts, I waited until her gasps grew high and tense, then lifted my head, coming off her breast withpop.She twitched at the combination of pleasure and pain and her eyes flew open—and locked on mine.
“Come for me,” I rasped. “Come for me, beautiful.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but I grabbed her hips again and thrust hard. Her eyes glazed and her eyes began to roll back.
“No!”I growled. “Stay with me, Bren. Stay here with me.”
She swallowed convulsively, blinking, but did as I instructed, not dropping eye contact as we moved together faster and faster, the bed creaking quietly, rhythmically under the tearing rasps of our breaths.
She tightened on me, and I watched avidly as she bit her lip, her eyes glazing, rolling back as she went heavy in my arms, her body searching for that ultimate pleasure. Yet, though I couldfeelher thrill and need, something held her back.
Her fear? Her weariness? The swift nature of this joining?
