37. Rosalina
37
Rosalina
D ayton’s mouth crashes over mine. My body has a mind of its own, my fingers tugging in his hair, pushing him harder against me as if I’m afraid he’ll pull away before I get my fill. And I don’t think I ever will.
His stubble scratches against my chin as we move together, his lips exploring with the perfect mix of strength and tenderness. I feel the hunger in him as much as I feel it in myself. There’s no sense to the flurry of emotions in my head, but my body knows what it wants, and it wants this. His arms wrap around me and the heat between us is palpable.
I’d thought I needed a fun night with a random fae, but when those males came around, a strange prickling of disgust covered my body. And when one kissed me? Full out nausea, like I was going to vomit all over the beautiful bar. It had only stopped when Dayton pulled me away.
There’s still dried blood splattered across his chest. I run my fingers over it as I break the kiss.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he gasps, lips skipping over the sensitive spot beneath my ears.
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’ve never felt like this before, as if I’m a tiny shell tossing in a turbulent surf.
Dayton leans down to kiss me again, and my mouth opens against his. He wraps his arms around me, then lifts me like I’m nothing, which is so not true. My back gently hits the stone wall, a slim gap between the thorns, and my legs wrap around his waist.
I brace myself on one of the thick stems. It shudders beneath my touch. Hey, at least they’re useful for something.
Dayton looks me up and down, pupils blown as they skim over my body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Then his lips are on my neck, sucking the skin hard.
I cry out, bucking my hips, and feel his solid length beneath his loose pants. A male rumble sounds in his throat as he pushes harder against me.
His lips make their way back up to my mine. He sweeps the hair off my forehead with his large hands as our hips rock, finding a rhythm almost instantly. Like my body was made to move with his.
“Dayton,” I whimper his name between kisses.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
He smiles into our kiss. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I’m going to make you feel so good, love.”
Pure liquid heat pools in my core. Dayton trails one of his rough hands down my front, then slips aside the fabric, exposing my breast to the cool air before his hand covers it.
My back arches into his touch . Dayton squeezes my breast, massaging it gently, before running a thumb over my perked nipple. The sensation travels like a bolt through me, and my muscles tighten.
Dayton gives a satisfied sound, then slides the fabric away from my other breast. But this one he doesn’t cover with his hand. He uses his mouth, dipping down, closing his lips around it.
I blink rapidly as my body registers the sensation, and I cry out: “Oh… Oh!” One of my hands flies down to grip his shoulder, the other tightening on a vine twisting among the thorns.
Dayton licks across the expanse of my chest, leaving a searing heat in its wake. He captures the other aching breast in his mouth and sucks gently, sending electric shocks throughout my body. As he releases it with a soft pop, his trembling fingertips dance across the other. His lips part as he grazes me with his teeth, sending me into a pleasure-filled whirlpool.
He straightens, pushing himself hard into me, and the feeling of my wet breast crushing against his chest is maddening. “Did you like being kissed there, little blossom?”
“Yes,” I mumble against his neck. God, he smells good. Salt and sweat.
One of his hands squeezes into the soft flesh of my thigh and he moves higher. “Anywhere else you’d like it? I doubt that kumquat of an ex-boyfriend was any good but—”
“More like ex-fiancé. Or maybe fiancé?” I gasp.
Dayton rolls his eyes, but his hand moves higher, tickling the top of my thigh and brushing the fabric aside. “Whatever. Ex-fiancé.” He smirks. “Did you like his lips here?”
He brushes between my legs, fingers sliding over the slick fabric of my panties. A soft sound escapes my lips and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“So wet, Rosie.” Lightly, so lightly, he brushes his hand over the soaking fabric. When he tugs me closer, his steel length pushes against my aching core. “Now, be a good girl and answer the question.”
I cry out and struggle to find my words amid my gasping breath. “I-I, uh, I don’t know.”
Dayton pulls back and stares at me, his expression one of pure frustration. All the touching stops. “Are you fucking serious, Rosalina?”
“What?” I wiggle against him, desperate for any sort of friction.
He pushes me hard against the wall, still keeping one hand braced behind my head. “You’re telling me you’re considering marrying a fucking deadbeat who never even went down on you?”
“Well…”
“No.” He claps a large hand over my mouth. “Not another word out of your mouth, unless it’s a cry of pleasure or my name.”
“But Dayton—”
“Perfect.” He cuts me off with a kiss. This one is softer than before, languishing.
He grips my hips and lowers himself, guiding my legs over the top of his shoulders. I grab the brambles on either side of me.
“Dayton, what—” My words cut off as he kisses the inside of my thigh. His stubble is rough on the sensitive skin.
He gathers the skirts, and pushes them up around my hips, pressing his mouth between my legs. The sensation of his lips against the wet fabric sends a shockwave through my body. I grab the vines tighter and let out a groan.
He grips the fabric with his teeth, sucking and tugging. Then he leans back and looks up at me with sparkling blue eyes. “Sorry, but this is in my way.”
With deft hands, he rips the fabric, letting my panties slide to the ground. A delicious breeze skates over my skin, and I let out a soft mewl.
“Perfect,” Dayton growls before moving between my legs, and his mouth drags over my folds. He slips his tongue inside and pleasure ripples through me.
One of his hands cups my ass, helping to keep me up, but the other circles the top of my clit.
“Holy shit,” I gasp out, my muscle tightening. Radiating heat pumps through my body.
“You’re such a good girl, Rosie,” he says. “So wet for me. You taste like the sweetest nectar.”
I rock my hips against his mouth. Have I ever felt such pleasure? I’m tempted to tell him he’s done too much for me already. The man hasn’t even taken off his pants.
But he doesn’t make me feel like a burden the way Lucas did. I think he’s actually enjoying this. But I can’t help it. “You can stop if you don’t actually like doing it.”
He stills for a moment, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. “Do you like it, Rosalina?”
“Yes,” I say in a breath. “Yes, I’ve never felt anything like this. I just—”
“Then the fucking gods will have to tear me away from your sweet pussy,” the deep voice rumbles against my inner thigh.
I reach a shaking hand down to gently touch his hair, soft and golden. Warmth blooms in my chest, to feel so wanted like this. “Day…”
“Is that all?” He chuckles before his mouth returns to my aching core. He works me deeper with his tongue, pace increasing. Pressure builds inside of me. “Dayton…” I sigh out his name, then: “Day. Day!”
He stands, moving my legs from his shoulders back to his waist.
“Wait,” I cry out, dropping my hands from the vines and wrapping around his muscular shoulders. Did he change his mind? “Wait, I–”
“And you’ll feel it, love.” His voice is unhinged, like he’s barely keeping it together.
“Are we going to—”
“Not here,” he growls.
Disappointment swells in my belly.
He must see my expression because he grips my face. “You’re going to come for me, then I’m going to take you back to my room and fuck you the way no one else has before.”
He seals the promise with a kiss, and I taste myself on his lips. My soaking pussy rubs against the rough fabric of his pants, grinding against his steel length. “Yes, Dayton.”
“I’m going to watch you come apart in my arms.” A sharp pain radiates through my neck as he bites down and tugs at my hair. “Then I’m going to fill you with my cock.”
My body stills as new awareness floods through me. Dayton cups my entire pussy with his hand and rubs.
“You’re soaking, baby girl.” Dayton increases his movement. “Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, riding his hand. He circles my entrance, and I feel the liquid heat dripping out of me onto his palm.
“Taste yourself, love.” He brings a dripping finger up to my mouth. I wrap my lips around it like a starved person. I keep my eyes open as I slide his whole finger to the back of my throat. He gives a broken laugh, his eyes rolling back, before he retracts his finger and crashes his lips against mine. “That’s it.”
He moves his hand back under me and slides a finger inside. I grit my teeth, moaning at the sudden pleasure. He works me in circles before pulling in and out.
I grip his shoulders and roll my hips into the movement. A yummy warmth builds inside my core. He hooks a finger, hitting just the right spot, and I curl over, my lips landing on his shoulder. “More,” I gasp.
He adds a second finger and helps guide my hips, up and down now. Our pace increases until I’m completely at his mercy, tossing in the wild storm of his eyes. A wave cresting— “Dayton!” I cry out as I crash upon his shore. My body releases wave after wave of pleasure, muscles contracting around his hand. I’m fracturing, a star exploding in a million pieces.
Finally, I crest down, and he removes his hand, careful to still hold me up against the wall. I can barely breathe.
Dayton clutches his chest with his palm and looks at me with a strange expression: parted lips, the slightest curve on one side of his mouth. A new smile.
One just for me.
His lips are soft as I caress them with my shaking fingers. It feels like parts of me are floating all around, like dust in a sunbeam. Floating with parts of him too. If I were to kiss him now, if we were to make love, I could bring all the pieces together. His eyes close and softly he lowers his face to mine.
“Day?” a stunned voice calls from the top of the stairs.
I whip my head up to see Farron standing there, hair mussed and face flashing with stunned sadness.
Suddenly, a bright light shines over us. The mirror glows, and Ezryn runs through. Black blood splatters his helm and armor. He stalks forward and growls, “What have you done?”