Chapter 32 #2
“Two can play at this game,” he breathes into my ear. Before I can ask what that means, his hand slips under my shirt. His fingertips skim the skin of my stomach, building tension within my core as they move up toward my breasts. He touches me lightly, like precious china he’s afraid to crack.
“Daerios,” I whisper. “We should go to sleep.”
His hand reaches my left breast. His fingertips brush the curve of its bottom, drawing goosebumps and making me shiver.
He cups my breast from beneath, long fingers wrapping nearly all the way around.
His pointer finger traces light circles around the nipple.
I inhale, shuddering at the sudden burst of sensation.
As a reflex, my left hand flies up and under my shirt to grip Daerios’s wrist. Yes.
His finger moves faster. I feel my nipple come to a hard peak.
My breath turns to panting. I’m hyper-aware of Cara and Berendir lying mere feet away from us. Are they truly asleep? I pray to God the answer is yes, because I don’t think I’ll be able to survive the humiliation if they can hear the ragged rasp of my throat.
This is a mistake. I know it is. I might want him right now, but Daerios betrayed me. The whole time we were getting to know each other, the whole time I thought we were falling for each other, he had an ulterior motive.
But then again, so did I.
Can one truly cancel out the other?
I don’t know. And at the moment, I don’t really care, because I can’t think.
I can’t think about tomorrow, or the next hour, or even five minutes from now.
All I can think about are the circles Daerios is tracing around my nipple, the way his fingers tease their hard peaks.
My panties are growing wetter by the second, which is a damn shame, because I only brought two pairs.
“Still want to go to sleep?” Daerios whispers.
“No.” My voice is throaty, almost a cough. “Please, no.” Every follicle of my body has come alive, buzzing with heat and tension. I’ll never be able to sleep like this. In fact, I’ve never been less tired in my life.
“Please, what, baby?” His second hand snakes up my body and grabs onto my other breast, massaging it slowly.
“Please don’t stop.”
The words elicit a low growl from his throat. I arch my chest into his hands, pressing my ass into the hard length I feel beneath me. Then I start to move up and down, massaging my butt along his shaft.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck. Quinn.”
“I want you to touch me,” I whisper.
His lips press to my ear, breath sending chills down my neck. “Say it again.”
“Touch me, Daerios. Please.”
“Why?”
“Because I need it. I need to feel you inside me.” I twist my neck so that my lips are closer to his. “Please, Daerios.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He smirks against my lips. Then he removes his top hand from my breast and plunges it down my pants, pushing aside my panties so he can feel my opening. “Oh.” I feel his smile against my hair. “This is what I do to you, is it?”
“Yes.” It sounds like a plea.
“Good. Now let’s see what this does to you.” He presses lightly inward with one finger, and I turn in his grasp, stifling a moan against the blanket. His finger drags slowly up and down, and then he adds a second, turning them in slow circles.
“F-fuck.” I gasp. “Daerios.”
“Do you like this?”
“Yes.” I let go of his wrist with my left hand, reaching back and grabbing his thigh as hard as I can. “God, yes.”
“How about this?” He slides both fingers inside, filling me further. His fingertips press up against the sensitive spot up at the top, the place that makes my brain split in two.
“Yes.” I clutch at his leg even harder. My nails dig into the thick fabric of his pants.
“You are so beautiful, Quinn,” he whispers in my ear. “So brave. So cunning. You have no idea how happy it makes me to make you feel like this.”
His fingers start pumping, then. They slide out of me to massage my clit, then plunge back inside. Again. And again. My heart is pumping so fast, now. My legs clench, then my stomach. I can hardly breathe.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he says. “Not in all my life. You drive me fucking insane, Quinn Kallister.”
“Daerios,” I rasp.
“I want to make you feel as good as I do when I’m around you.
Just standing at your side, looking at your beautiful face, your hair, your breasts.
Feeling your perfect, tight pussy…” With each word he utters, his hand speeds up.
My muscles are starting to seize. Stars sparkle at the edges of my vision.
I might be lying down, but it feels as if I’m climbing a mountain, and that mountain is made of pressure and heat and pleasure so intense I would scream if it wouldn’t wake the entire forest.
“Don’t stop,” I say as he massages my clit over and over. “Please, Daerios. Don’t fucking stop.”
“I won’t.” He kisses the side of my neck, just once. Gentle. “I’m going to make you come, baby. I want to feel you come undone on my fingers. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” My hips are wiggling. Moving in time with his fingers. “Yes. Please. Just don’t stop.”
“Good.” He kisses me again, leaving a trail down my neck.
I can feel every place his mouth has touched me.
The marks are seared into my skin. I want to turn around and press my lips to his, but it’s impossible for me to do anything but stifle the moans coming out of my mouth as I wriggle against his body.
“Come for me,” he whispers. “Come for me, baby.”
“Daerios,” I say. “Daerios.”
His breath trickles down my neck, and every muscle in my body squeezes tight at once. The pressure is so tight it blinds me. I have no control over what is coming out of my mouth, over the yes and the Daerios and the don’t fucking stop. I’m lost in a haze of intense pleasure—
And then the dam breaks, and release spills out of me.
“Quinn,” Daerios whispers against my hair. “Such a good girl.”
“Daerios,” I gasp. I clutch at his chest, needing him as close as possible. My body is still shaking with release. “Daerios, I—”
But then a snarl rips through the air, and we fall silent as death.