Page 69 of Destined Dawn
“Fuck, it’s cold,” I lie. I’m feeling anything but with her so close. “Come give me a bit of your body heat.” I slide my arm around her waist and draw her closer, right in front of me, drawing my arms and the blanket tightly around us. To my fucking delight, she comes without a fight, although not without a little snark.
“You could use your magic to warm up, you know.”
“Yeah,” I say, feeling dizzy. “But this is more fun.”
“Hmmm,” she says, “it is.” And is that my fucking, screwed-up imagination, or did she rub her butt against my cock?
“I can’t believe you rode that dragon alone, Rhianna Blackwaters. You’re so fucking amazing.”
I’d like her to ride something else. I’d like to seal this bond between us. Make this all permanent. I’m sick of being so far away from her even when she’s this close. But I’m taking this slow. I have to.
“Maybe if you are well behaved, I’ll let you ride her with me,” she teases.
“And what warrants good behavior?”
She’s silent and so I take a gamble. One big, big gamble. One I pray on every star up there in the heavens pays off. I deserve some good luck, after all, even if I don’t deserveher.
I bend my head lower and bring my mouth right before her neck, pausing and letting my clouded breath brush against her skin. She holds her own breath, and I take another gamble and press my mouth against her neck, kissing her throat.
“Does this?” I whisper.
She doesn’t answer but I take it as a yes, kissing her some more and then slipping my hand under the straps of her dress, skimming the soft skin of her shoulders and then down to her tit.
“Is this good behavior?” I ask, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipple until it crinkles and stiffens. “Does it feel good?”
“Uh huh,” she says, her voice a little panty as she tips back her head, making her throat all long and beautiful. I grip it with my other hand and tilt her chin towards me, kissing her mouth this time as I massage her tit and she rubs that ass of hers against me.
I don’t feel the cold one bit anymore. In fact, my blood is running hot. If Barone interrupts us this time, I will let my beast take over and I will tear out his goddamn throat.
I kiss her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue, sucking and biting at her lips. I let my hand fall lower, over her stomach, feeling the waistband of her panties through the silk of her dress.
“You want me to show you just how good I can be andmake you come?” I say, running a finger along the waistband, teasing her.
She bites down on my bottom lip and I take that as another yes, gathering up the skirt of her dress and then dipping my hand below the fabric and inside her panties, meeting a fine line of soft curls and then lower to the start of her pussy lips. She’s damp and sticky with arousal and the beast growls inside me, knowing we did that. Knowing that she wants us, despite all the massive screw ups. Maybe she wants us just as badly as we want her.
“Can I touch you?” I ask. I’m practically begging. The thought of this was the only thing that kept me hanging on in that hellhole.
“You won’t ever leave again, will you?” she asks me softly, peering up into my eyes.
“Fuck, no,” I promise, “never. I’m yours now. Both of us. And we’re never going to leave.” I dip a finger between her pussy lips and she jolts, moaning, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to her as I circle her sensitive nub, “sorry for everything. For every dumb, stupid, cruel thing I ever did to you. Sorry for being a dumbass jerk. Sorry for not seeing how truly fucking awesome you are Rhianna Blackwaters. Sorry for not being able to look past my own hangups and tell you how much you mean to me.” My voice cracks a little. “I’m really fucking sorry. I’m going to try my best to make it up to you – every single day.”
“I know,” she whispers back, color spilling into her cheeks, “and I forgive you.”
My goddamn knees nearly buckle beneath me and my head spins so fast I nearly fall. She forgives me. Even though she shouldn’t, even though I’ve been a giant shit. She forgives me anyway.
I kiss her again with passion and gratitude andsomething far, far stronger. I kiss her damn hard, flicking at her clit, until she’s moaning into my mouth, body writhing in my arms and then I plunge a finger inside her. Tight and warm, convulsing in waves around my digit.
“Fuck, I want you so badly,” I murmur. I know it’s dangerous out here. Any moment someone could notice that the feast’s guest of honor is missing and they could come looking for us.
I couldn’t care less.
“Yes,” she pants, “yes.”
I find the spot inside her and rub at it, holding her tight by the throat and using my magic to spark against her clit.
When she falls apart, I draw back, wanting to see, wanting to watch her face. All taut with tension one minute, then her brow unfurrows, her mouth slackens, her eyelids flutter and bliss and color sweep across her face, her pussy going fucking crazy around my finger and the noises she makes damn damn damn sexy.
I consider pulling her to the ground and having her right here and now. If she were any other girl, I would. But something stops me and it isn’t the threat of being discovered like this. It’s the need for our first time to be special.
