Page 40 of Shifting Hearts 1
I press into him, needing more, needing him more than I’ve ever needed anything. There’s no time to find a bed. No space for hesitation. I want him here, now, in this room where the prophecy woke and the truth cracked open.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I feel the difference between us; his body all muscle and heat, mine soft, curvy, and trembling. I’ve always hated that. Always feared being too much, not enough, wrong in every way. But when he looks at me, it’s like I’m sacred. Like every inch of me was carved for him.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. He doesn’t.
His mouth trails fire down my neck, and I arch into him, gasping. My thoughts scatter. All I can feel is him; his hands, his breath, the way he touches me like I’m something holy. I’ve never known this kind of connection. I’ve never imagined it could feel like this, like the world is ending and being reborn inside my skin.
I was cast out. Branded unworthy. Left to rot in exile.
Now I’m here, in the arms of a man who says he would burn the world for me.
"I need you, Raven. My fire burns so deep for you," he whispers into my ear, eliciting goosebumps to prickle over my fevered skin. “Tell me to stop, Raven. Tell me you don’t want this.”
His touch ignites a heat deep within my core, and I can feel his energy surging, the dragon in him calling to me. Every bone in my body is screaming yes.
"No! I need this," I whimper. "I want you." My heart is beating out of my chest, and the feral look in Kieran’s eyes burns me from the inside out.
There are no more words between us, no hesitation.
His mouth meets mine in a kiss that's fierce, primal, and everything I didn't know I needed. With swift and powerful movements, my clothes lie in tatters on the floor.
His touch is electric, his warmth is overwhelming, and when his hands slide up the curve of my back, I forget every moment that came before.
His kiss sears down my collarbone, and his mouth finds my breast, his tongue swirling over my aching nipple.
I cry out, digging my nails into his skin.
His hand slides up my inner thigh, and my body clenches, wanting him, needing him.
"Please," I whimper.
Kieran teases my entrance, drawing out the overwhelming pleasure. Finally, when I’m a sopping, trembling mess, he gives me mercy and plunges his fingers into my aching core. He thrusts in and out, curling his fingers, stretching me, hitting just the right spot. My back arches as my nails dig deeper into his shoulders, cutting his flesh.
Kieran growls, a sound so feral and possessive that I nearly climax from the sheer intensity. His thumb moves over my clit, and it's all I need to push me over the edge.
I scream, my body shattering around his fingers.
“Now you’re going to take all of me.” He presses me more firmly against the wall, his body covering mine, the heat between us so intense that I swear it's going to burn me alive.
He presses his tip against my pussy, teasing me.
I feel him, hot and hard, pulsing between my thighs. When he lowers me down, I can't stop the cry that breaks from my lips. The burn from my innocence being ripped away is quickly replaced by something else, a pleasure so intense I can barely breathe.
"You're mine," he whispers as he continues thrusting inside me. "Mine to claim, mine to protect, mine to breed."
My eyes fly open at his last words. "Wh-what?"
He stills deep inside me, and my body is begging him to move again.
"You'll see," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "You'll understand when the time comes." He cups my cheek, pulling my bottom lip down with his thumb.
"Now, though... just know you're mine, through this life and the next."
My heart stutters. "I think I was always destined to be yours," I murmur.
He groans. "I've never felt anything like this,Mo Lasair." He looks at me like he's seeing something in a new light.
Then he thrusts into me harder, and I forget everything but the feeling of him deep inside me.
