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"Do not be gentle."
A wicked smile spread across Graeson’s face, and Kallie couldn’t tell if she was looking into the eyes of the man or the dragon. When he tugged her toward him and their lips met, she decided she didn’t care who it was. They were one and the same.
As Kallie slipped her tongue inside his mouth, she first thought she had made a mistake, for Graeson’s muscles tensed. But the next moment, her back hit the hay. He hovered over her, their kiss never breaking, not even for a second.
Graeson slid his hand up her calf. He took his time with her as if he were exploring her body, wanting to memorize every inch.
Or to torture her. Kallie couldn’t tell at that moment as every muscle, every nerve, craved his touch. Cravedmore.
"You promised you wouldn’t be gentle," she said, arching a brow.
"Just trying to make this last, princess," he said with a smirk.
His hand skated up her thigh, over the base of her stomach, and her legs twitched beneath his teasing touch. She hadn’t realized how much she had wanted this,neededthis. And she vaguely wondered why she had fought the bond for so long. It wasn’t like the last time when they were together. This wasn’t happening because she needed a release or a distraction. Kallie neededhim.
Graeson picked up her hips and slid a hand to her lower back. Her slip dress slipped down her thighs, pooling in her lap. Holding her up, he grabbed his cloak resting beside him and slipped it beneath her. Gently, he placed her back down before lowering himself.
With his gaze still locked on her, he placed kisses down the center of her stomach and made his way down her body. He bunched the fabric of her chemise higher. Goosebumps trailed across Kallie’s flesh as Graeson’s breath tickled her bare skin. His lips brushed the apex of her thighs, and she arched back. He chuckled against her and blew on the sensitive area, sending another scattering of chills running up her body.
As if of their own accord, her legs widened. "Please," she whispered.
Graeson didn’t make her wait any longer. He moved the fabric, then his mouth was on her, lapping at the sensitive bud. Tension pooled in her core as he worked her. And perhaps it was the heat of the soul bond or something else, but every touch, every kiss, every lick wound her up that much more. Her legs trembled as Graeson pushed her higher and higher. But she didn’t want this to be over so soon. She wanted more. She wanted?—
"Stop fighting it," Graeson said lowly, his voice vibrating against her.
"But I don’t—I don’t want this to be over yet. I—" Kallie moaned as he nipped her inner thigh.
"We still have the entire night ahead of us, and I have yet to hear you scream my name."
"But the others," Kallie said, her breathing labored.
"Are in the house with the windows shut." He licked the place where his teeth had just been, then blew on the damp skin. "Would it be such a bad thing for the world to know that I am yours and you are mine? For the Fates to know that we have won? That their tricks were no match for the likes of us? Don’t you want to scream out your pleasure?"
With each question, he peppered another kiss on her skin, inching his way closer to her clit. When the last question left his mouth, all Kallie could do was release a soft, "Yes."
"I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you. What was that, little mouse?"
Kallie groaned and dug her fingers into his hair, tugging on the ends, her need too bright, too primal. "Yes, Graeson."
Then he devoured her, worshiped her. And Kallie fell blissfully over the edge. The stars that spread across her vision rivaled those she saw through the skylight.
As she fell down, Graeson looked up at her and gave her a wicked smile as he swiped his bottom lip with his thumb.
"Can you take more?" he asked.
Unable to form the words, Kallie nodded. She was already spent, but she wanted to feel him. She wanted him to feel what she was experiencing at that moment.
He slipped his trousers off, and she looked down as he palmed his full length in his hand. He pressed the tip against her, and she shuddered, her body still sensitive. With his length pressing against her, he slipped a hand beneath her neck and kissed her as he drove inside.
Chapter 53
GRAESON
Graeson admiredKalisandre as she slept. Not a single ounce of tension wrinkled her forehead, and she looked absolutely divine as she dreamed.
My soul bond.
He still couldn’t believe it. If his entire body wasn’t buzzing with a foreign energy, he might have convinced himself that last night was only a dream. But there was no denying the truth in front of him. He could almost see the golden thread that connected them, the invisible string that others had spoken of.
