Page 46 of Swift Wings Shadowed Heart
“I’m your superior officer, dammit! Get that through your thick head.”
“Yeah, well that doesn’t make you king, and it doesn’t make your word law.”
“My wordisfucking law around here. If I order you to lick the floor, you lick it.”
“Fuck you.”
She tries to strike me again, but I swiftly pin her wrists against the door above her head. She retaliates by aiming a knee at my balls, and all I can do to stop her is move closer and press my body against hers.
Mistake. Big mistake.
The mood changes immediately, anger morphing to something different only just as primal. I become painfully aware of her agitated breaths, and the way her breasts rub against my chest. The memory of the honey taste of her mouth strikes me like a bolt as her lips part.
My cock is hard in an instant, so fast it hurts.
A small pant of surprise leaves her half-opened mouth. The sound does something to me. I want to hear it again, but this time I want to elicit it on purpose by plunging my cock into her. Before I know what I’m doing, my mouth dips and claims hers with voracity.
She responds with equal hunger, wrapping her arms around my neck and opening her mouth to let my tongue slip inside. She moans as our tongues collide. I hook my arm under her thigh and lift it to my waist, pushing my cock between her legs. The doorthumps.I whirl us away from it, carrying her. She wraps both legs around my waist and locks her feet behind me, her fingers in my hair, her mouth giving back what I demand.
I have enough sense to avoid the bed, though I’m dying to lay her down and fuck her senseless. Instead, I press her against the wall, pinning her to free my hands and let them roam.
Stop, Vaylen. You need to stop!the voice of reason screams inside my head, but she steals my will, leaving me bare. I don’t know what she does to me but claiming her is the only thing that matters.
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RHEA
His hands goup my sides, then find my breasts as he kisses me and grinds his cock into my core. Pleasure floods me, a wave of heat that threatens to melt me. My body is aflame, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I’ve been with men before, but this… this is different.
Vaylen’s scent, fresh as the forest pines we left behind me, is exactly right. The weight of his muscular body against me couldn’t be any more perfect. The taste of his mouth and the slow stroke of his tongue over mine are exactly what I like. The painful pinch of his thumb and forefinger on my nipple is the right amount of rough. It’s as if he’s made for me, designed, measured and built to be precisely what I need.
He bites his way down my neck, teeth raking my skin. I moan at the delicious pain, delighting as he grinds into me. His cock feels massive and rock hard under his trousers. It rubs against my center, promising untold ecstasy.
Who knew it would be this easy? I thought it would take me weeks to get us here, but he couldn’t resist me for even one day. Not that I can take all the credit. I couldn’t have predicted this fierce attraction between us. All my plans are coming to fruition—best of all, this task isn’t the least unpleasant. On the contrary, I’m dying to feel him inside me.
But what about love, Rhea?the stupid voice of a dreamer girl asks inside my head.
My father loved my mother the way all women dream to be loved. He worshiped her, making her comfort and happiness his only goal. He was charming, passionate, and faithful because he adored her. He was strong because he had to protect her. For her, he was ten times the man he is now. As a little girl, he was my hero—the model for the type of man I wanted to marry. Except I’m not that silly little girl anymore. Dreams don’t come true for women like me. I would be content with much less than this passion that boils between Vaylen and me, and I count myself lucky there’s at least that much driving this mad rush of rough kisses and caresses.
As he pushes my breast up with one hand, his mouth travels downward. I want my jacket gone, but he kisses the mound through the fabric, his hot breath tantalizing. Teasing kisses circle around my hard nipple. I want his mouth to close around it, his teeth to nibble on it.
“Vaylen,” I breathe out, anticipating his next move.
Abruptly, he pulls away, gaze locking with me. The sight of his face shocks me. His eyes are glowing, and a couple of pointed fangs peek through his half-opened mouth. His expression is feral, wild.
I gasp, recoiling from him, my heart beating impossibly faster. My body goes cold, a shiver nearly freezing me on the spot despite the heat that seared my veins just seconds ago. My ears ring.
It’s not real. It’s not real.
He steps away from me in an instant. I blink and his face is back to normal. Hand pressed to my chest, I feel my color drain.
What just…?!
“Did I…? Are you…?” He can’t form a question.
Vaylen sobers up quickly, his features arranging themselves into the austere mask he wears all the time. His large hands smooth his jacket and straighten the collar.
My knees wobble, and I fear I will collapse right in front of him.
