Page 153 of A Crown of Tears and Treason
And his intentions were anything but tame when it came to me.
Flashes of us tangled in bedsheets, sweat gathering in the valley of my breasts as he drove into me over and over again, his name a prayer on my reddened lips. The dragon tattoo moved as he tensed his muscles, throwing his head back.
The real me gasped as Zandyr turned me around to face him, claiming my lips once more. His palm snaked to the back of my head, fingers twisting in my hair and messing up whatever was left of my intricate braids. It felt like he was touching the back of my mind, twirling more depraved images at the cusp of my consciousness.
Tempting me.
His head between my thighs, my hands tugging on his hair, nails digging into his back.
Me on top, riding him, my untamed hair illuminated by the moon like I was a goddess incarnate.
Zandyr ripped his mouth away from mine, licking the column of my neck. I felt the barest brush of his teeth, and it drove me wild.
It made me careless. Senseless. Like I wanted to play with this flame some more, see how hard it could burn.
“Imagine how it would feel when you’re inside of me,” I muttered, self-conscious to the point of wanting to crawl out of my skin.
But Zandyr liked that. Oh, he’d liked that very much.
He growled against my throat, palms tightening on my hips. His lips stopped a breath away from mine, as he whispered ferociously, “You want to find out? Say the word and I’m yours. I’ll show you exactly how good it feels to have me inside of you.”
This time, it was I who snared a kiss from him and didn’t let go. Like I wanted to inhale the very essence of him. We were a tangle of tongues and teeth and lips and sighs, and gods, I never wanted it to end. It should have been immoral and illegal to want another being as much as I wanted Zandyr in this moment.
The flashes in my mind started to morph again. Gone was the all-encompassing, consuming lust, replaced with hazy little images of the two of us cuddling in bed together.
Laughing.
Walking hand in hand.
Perfect little memories we hadn’t yet created.
Then it all went dark.
Gone were the images, the flutters, the presence of him in me.
Zandyr pulled back, even as I gave a moan of protest. He breathed heavily, licking his lips. “Enough for tonight.”
What in the–
I fell back on my heels, not even aware I had been standing on my toes to reach up and…and what? Climb him like a tree, that’s what.
My cheeks heated up again, this time with mortification. “Did I–did I do something wrong?”
From the way his gaze kept roaming all over me, I didn’t think so, but for someone who lacked any and all romantic experience, it was always a possibility. Gods, why did these doubts keep tormenting me?
“No, no, no.” He cupped my face again, but his touches were gentle now. “I promised you slow, and I will deliver.”
“Oh,” I said, not able to keep the dejection out of my tone. Since when had I become this lustful little thing?
“None of that.” He tilted my chin up, capturing my gaze. “I think I have proven how much I crave you. Or do you want another demonstration? I’d be happy to oblige.”
I shook my head, a ghost of a smile tugging at my puffy lips. The lips he’d puffed up with his kisses and his tongue and–
If we started again, I might actually start begging right here, in front of Dria’s statue.
“We can wait,” I mumbled.
“Good.” He kissed my forehead again, but it was gentle and soft and slow this time. And damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d done all night.
