Page 100 of Realm of Wind and Vines
I suck in a shuddering breath as he kisses the inside of my bare thigh. He smiles against my skin. While kissing his way down my thigh, he starts sliding my pants down my legs again. The contrast between the scraping leather and the soft brush ofhis lips against my sensitive skin makes my clit throb with need. A desperate whimper escapes me as I squirm on the grass.
Draven smiles against my skin and then slides my pants and underwear all the way off my legs. A shiver ripples through me even though the air inside this underground forest is warm. I suck in a sharp breath as Draven suddenly grabs my ankles and spreads my legs wider. Fire flickers through my veins.
Arching my back, I bite my lip to muffle a moan as Draven kisses his way back up my legs again. My heart pounds as his lips reach the inside of my thigh once more, moving higher at an excruciatingly slow pace. Burning lust thrums inside me, amplified by Draven’s own which is flooding my senses through the mate bond, until it feels as if my entire soul is vibrating.
He flicks my clit with his tongue.
I gasp, pleasure zapping through my spine.
A dark laugh rumbles from his chest, making his breath dance over my throbbing clit.
My hands shoot down and slide into his messy hair, gripping it hard to keep his sinful mouth down there. Tilting his head back, he gazes up along my body and locks eyes with me.
“I saidI’lldo it,” he reminds me, his eyes gleaming. “So put your hands back over your head and keep them there.”
Heat pools inside me at the effortless command in his voice. Drawing in another shuddering breath, I unclench my fingers from his hair and force myself to move my hands back so that they’re resting on the soft grass above my head again.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
Pleasure crashes through me, and I squirm desperately on the grass.
Draven shifts his position between my legs and draws his strong hands up the side of my thighs until he reaches my hips. The fabric of my shirt bunches above his hands as he starts pushing it upwards. My skin prickles as he bares my stomach.
Leaning down over me, he kisses the spot right above my pussy.
I whimper.
But he only smirks against my bare skin and starts kissing his way up my stomach instead. His strong hands slide up the sides of my ribcage before stopping right underneath my breasts. With a possessive grip on the side of my ribs, he holds me firmly in place as he teases me with his tongue and lips. Another desperate moan escapes my mouth, and I roll my hips, seeking friction.
He just lets out another low laugh that dances over my bare skin, clearly enjoying the sweet torture he is inflicting on me.
A jolt shoots through my body as he suddenly slides his hands up over my breasts, pushing the fabric of the shirt upwards as well. My nipples harden at the exposure. Draven flicks one of them with his tongue.
Throwing my head back, I gasp up into the lush green canopy.
My clit is throbbing and my entire body aches with need.
Draven slides his tongue around my nipple while he continues pushing my shirt up over my collarbones. I tilt my chin back down as the fabric slides up over my face. But once it reaches my eyes, Draven stops.
Leaving the shirt blocking my vision like that, he draws one hand along the curve of my breast and moves the other down between my legs. Something between a whimper and a moan rips from my lips as he teases his fingers over my clit.
He pinches my nipple.
I gasp. Throwing my head back, I squirm hard underneath him, but the shirt remains like a blindfold over my eyes. It heightens my senses and makes every brush of his lips and every teasing move of his fingers send lightning crackling through my nerves.
While rolling one nipple between his fingers, he takes the other into his mouth at the same time as he rubs his thumb over my clit.
Pleasure pulses inside me.
Dragging in unsteady breaths, I clench my hands into fists above my head to stop myself from touching him. He toys with my clit and torments my nipple with slow luxurious strokes of his tongue until I can barely think straight. Tension thrums inside me, and I’m so wet that it takes all of my willpower not to grind myself harder against his hand.
Lust, from both sides of the mate bond, crashes through my soul like a storm.
“Draven,” I gasp out. “Draven.”
A moan rips from his chest, vibrating against my nipple. Raising his head, he demands, “Say it again.”
“Draven,” I breathe, my voice hoarse.
