Page 167 of A Crown of Tears and Treason
Aware of every breath, sigh, and the way my fingers twitched, I let my hands slide down my chest.
“That’s it,” he whispered, breath hot against my shoulder. “Good girl. Gods, you’re magnificent.”
His fingers flexed against my scalp, digging into my hair. But other than that, his hands didn’t touch me, letting mine do allthe work. I felt his restraint in every shudder he tried so hard to leash. He couldn’t hide, not from me. The turmoil inside him, the restraint, I felt them all.
My palms circled my breasts, hesitant and so aware his eyes were on me. Then I twisted my fingers around my nipples and the shreds of my hesitance vanished.
“You like that?” he growled.
“Yes.” I arched my back. The way he practically vibrated next to me made me braver. Reckless. “Kiss me.”
He did. His tongue slipped into my mouth, demanding, and I met him stroke for stroke. I didn’t know how it was possible, but he hardened even more against me, almost twitching with need. But he held back. For me. So that I could savor this fully.
He broke the kiss with a haggard breath, eyes darting to my hands, which now slid to my belly. Going further down and not stopping.
“Glorious,” he said, sounding as lost as I felt. “Absolutely glorious.”
His words only spurred me on. I bit my lower lip as my left hand delved between my thighs. His groan reverberated through me. “That’s it. Show meeverything.”
“I liked it when you touched me here. And kissed me,” I moaned. “Zandyr.”
“Yes,” he hissed, a primal, territorial sound that rattled me. My fingers moved faster, circling that same bud of nerves he’d flicked so expertly with his tongue. “That’s what you imagine me doing? Licking you like that?”
I nodded, jaw clenched. The pressure was building again.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered hotly against me. Whatever leash he had on his own emotions was very close to snapping, I could feel it. “Feel you moving against me, moaning my name.”
My right hand tangled around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “Gods, yes.”
I held on tightly to him as my entire body arched against the bed. It was too much. His harsh breaths against my cheek, his eyes watching my every move, the pure lust that radiated off him.
With a cry, that coil of tension snapped inside of me, breaking my mind until I was a creature solely driven by sensations. My fingers twisted frantically, Zandyr’s name a chant on my lips.
“Mine,” he growled, arms coiling around me. “All mine. Only mine.”
Yes, yes, yes. Just as he was only mine.
Even before I’d come back down to earth, he crawled down my body, peppering kisses on every inch of skin he found.
Then Zandyr, the prince of the Blood Brotherhood Clan, the one they called the Dragon, who instilled fear in the heart of the continent, kneeled in front of the bed.
He tugged on my ankles, pulling me down. One hand pinned my hips to the bed as the other hooked my knee over his shoulder.
“My mouth is watering.” He licked my thigh, inhaling deeply. His eyelids fluttered. “Gods, you smell amazing.”
“What–” I licked my lips, half of my wits returning. “What about you?”
I could feel hispainof holding back. It was killing him to stave off his own release.
“Tonight is all about you and your desire.” His mouth drew closer to the apex of my thighs. Even after two orgasms, my body was ready for his attention once more. “My turn will come. And I’ll want you in the same position as me, kneeling. You’ll be a good little student then, too, no?”
I thought it wouldn’t be possible to blush even more, but blush I did. “Yes,” I muttered, already picturing him growling above me.
“Before we get lost again, one more thing,” he said, sounding so serious and solemn all of a sudden.
I leaned on my elbows to see him better. This sounded important.
“I’ve never bowed for anyone and anything in my entire life and I never will. Except for you,” he said. “And it’s my honor.”
