Chapter 24 #2
When she ran her tongue over his lips and gripped his shoulders with eagerness, he knew she would. It was as if she’d been dreaming of being with him since they met and couldn’t wait.
His groin thrummed with excitement and anticipation—his entire body did—but he willed his libido to stand down.
He wanted to give her more than his selfish lust. After she’d retrieved him from the sea and carried him here, she deserved that.
Maybe, afterward, she would find that she craved more of him, but he wanted to give her pleasure first. It would be an expression of his gratitude, and maybe it could also be an apology of sorts, since he knew he would eventually betray her. He had to.
When he pulled Syla into his lap, she came eagerly. She had to feel his desire, but it didn’t alarm her. If anything, she wriggled against him, excited to know he wanted her.
He untied the flap of the robe and slid his hand up to cup her breast, its curve as wondrous as he’d imagined. He stroked her soft skin as he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, reveling in her taste.
Images of pushing her down onto the bed and plunging into her eager core swept into him. With great effort, he thrust them aside, wanting to focus on giving her pleasure instead of taking his own.
Later, he promised his hard cock as she shifted in his lap, rubbing against him, building his need without even knowing it.
Though he wanted this to be about her satisfaction, he realized he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself if she writhed and bucked beneath him, exposing herself and crying out for him. He would have her.
With a growl, Vorik shifted her onto her back, pushing the flaps of the robe fully aside.
She touched his shoulders, then his arms, and his waist, her nails grazing him as she hungrily ran her hands over his muscles.
One hand brushed his cock through his trousers, and a burst of hot need almost made him reach for the clasp, to free himself and take her. She lay before him, eager and ready.
But no. He remembered his intent and left his trousers on, needing that barrier, that reminder, and lowered himself to kiss her while his fingers explored her body.
Oh, but her eagerness made it so hard to concentrate on pleasing her, on stroking her breasts, on making her quiver and twist, trembling where he touched her.
It was so erotic. She didn’t even mean it to be.
It was simply her natural response to him.
He ran his fingers down her stomach as he kissed her, her tongue dancing against his as she reveled in his touch, his taste. He found the slit of her core, already slick, already throbbing for him. Her fingers tightening on his shoulders, she arched up, full of need, her body begging for him.
He rubbed her sensitive flesh, stroking her as he’d done with others, knowing what many liked, what would send wondrous sensations through her entire body. Through Syla. He wanted her to experience such exquisite ecstasy that…
That what? She would forgive him for later betraying her?
No, she would never forgive that. This was simply to give her something. The only thing he could offer.
And that she wanted. She gasped, pushing against him, hungry, desperate.
Again, thoughts of freeing his erection filled his mind.
She wouldn’t object. He knew that. She wanted this.
And so did he. He longed to touch her and taste her with more than his fingers, to let himself prowl down her body, a suck here, a lick there.
When their mouths parted, her eyes opened and locked onto him. They gleamed with scorching desire, and her grasps on his shoulders turned into a push, guiding him lower.
He obeyed, his own excitement electric when he finally slid his tongue into her. He stroked her as her delicious heady scent wreathed him. And she tasted exquisite. He groaned. By all the gods, he wanted her.
Her head fell back as she pushed up toward him, fingers clenching the sheets now. She groaned and thrust, so hot. And he was so hard. After this, he would take her. He had to take her. But first…
Riders approach, Vorik, Agrevlari spoke into his mind from his perch on a rock formation out in the ocean beyond the barrier. More than twenty men on horseback. They have explosives, armor, an iron cell on wheels, and hunting hounds. I am certain they have come to apprehend you.
Not now. Vorik remembered that Syla had warned him of the enforcers. She shouldn’t have, but she had. He would not leave her bereft of his gratitude.
I do not believe they will pause if I suggest it to them, Agrevlari said dryly.
Vorik growled at the interruption, both from his dragon and the world, but that didn’t keep him from stroking Syla as she quivered beneath him. She was close. A little more…
Clanks and clatters drifted through the window. Someone heading to the gate to open it for the riders outside. He didn’t have long if he meant to escape, but he wouldn’t leave her yet.
“Vorik,” Syla panted, fingers twisting in the sheets, sweat gleaming on her skin. “Please.”
He slid his tongue deeper into her, then, sensing she wanted it, he nipped lightly at her throbbing clit.
She arched wildly and cried out as the gate clanged open and great undulations of pleasure swept through her.
She was so sexy, so hot, and he wanted to stay and plunge into her, not flee into the rain like a whipped dog.
As he looked at her beautiful body, her eyes full of deep satisfaction and even wonder as she looked at him, his need was so hard and insistent that he almost did something very stupid.
But thumps on the stairway announced men coming.
“What’s going on?” someone with a bleary voice mumbled from the landing.
Frustrated, Vorik flung the robe over Syla, as if that would quench his need. It would at least protect her modesty from the guards.
“Vorik, you have to go,” she whispered, but she gripped his arm, as if she didn’t want him to leave. Even so, she waved him toward the window. She didn’t want him to be captured either.
Why, he didn’t fully know, but emotion swelled within him. Her lips, moist from their kisses, drew his eye, and he wanted so badly to stay, to satisfy himself as he’d satisfied her. But the guards approached.
He couldn’t keep from kissing her before rising, and he caught himself whispering, “I’ll find you later, and I’ll have you.”
His voice harsh with lust, the words came out sounding more like a threat than a promise, but eagerness and anticipation sparked in her eyes.
That didn’t keep her from pushing him out of bed. From trying to protect him. Gods, he wanted her. But he grabbed his sword and his boots, sprang for the window, and kicked the iron bar out so he could escape. He couldn’t return to her if he was dead.