Chapter 29 #2
You haven’t given me a reason to want to truly stay. The reason she didn’t voice that was simple: she didn’t know if there was anything he could do to change her mind.
She had a goal. One she refused to share.
“You also want me to trust you when you cannot even do the same for me.”
“I do trust you,” she whispered half-heartedly.
“I’ve made no secret of how much I desire you,” he stated, gliding his right hand down to shove it underneath her skirt.
Her leg shook when he ran his palm over her knee and down her thigh, bunching the layers of fabric up.
“It’s quite obvious you feel that same pull, and I have done all I can to assuage your fears. ”
Kier reached up to bring the tip of his middle finger to where his mouth was covered, bit the end of the glove, and slid it off.
“Yet, when given a choice...” he continued, holding both palms out to her, one covered, the other bare. “Show me more, and I may feel inclined to give you more.”
Her eyes darted between them, and her stomach twisted into an anxious knot. She panted with it as she curled her hands into defiant fists, one near her head and the other across her belly.
His hands darted forward as if he intended to cup her face within them, and she gasped and tossed her head to the left. Her nose met the soft material of a glove, and he instantly thumbed down her lips.
“You react as if you’ve been struck when I desire nothing but to touch you gently.”
He placed his free hand against the bedding to support himself and palmed down the side of her face, down her throat until her pulse sped up beneath it. There was little fight in her as he dove his gloved hand into the low neckline of her dress and grasped a breast to release it.
She instantly shivered when his fingers grazed over her exposed nipple, taut and hard despite her reservations. Her heart and body betrayed her anger, and the pool of arousal that had been subtly developing due to the hardness and heat of his groin against her pussy increased swiftly.
Her gaze darted to his hand upon her exposed breast as his thumb brushed over the dusky-rose peak, and her breath hitched. Her body didn’t seem to notice that it wasn’t truly skin she felt.
It was a hand; his touch. His knead as he grasped it to give it a hard squeeze, which instantly made the entire mound tingle for rougher attention. The glove’s material was buttery and soft, of high quality, and tight fitting.
“I don’t wish to waste any small moment I have with you, Carwyn,” Kier stated softly, his eyes glued to where he petted her.
She looked up around quiet pants and found his pupils dilated. Feeling her gaze, his own flicked up to hers, and it was remarkably soft, as if he was pacified simply by holding a single tit. How could such an expression fizzle out her ire and make her want to give him whatever he sought right then?
It looked... achy. Hungry. Ripe with heat and desire.
Like a man barely containing a beast, simply because she needed him to. He was a dragon, and she knew from books that males tended to be rough with their lust, especially when the female below them was tingling with need... just as she was now.
His kneading hand made her other breast heavy with envy, and the way he was looking upon her as if with adoration only deepened it.
Suddenly her skin felt hot, and the subtle coldness around her exposed leg tickled her senses.
Her empty pussy clenched in hope that it might finally have something fill it if she just gave in.
Then he severed the contact, drawing both hands back to present them once more.
“Make a choice, and I will act accordingly.”
“What if I choose neither?” she asked stubbornly.
His eyes crinkled with hurt. “Then you will prove I was wrong this entire time.”
She didn’t know what that meant; it could have a dozen implications. Wrong about her? Wrong about this? She didn’t like that.
She reached out to his ungloved hand, desperately wanting to touch it, to feel the warmth of his skin, to know if it was soft like hers or rough like it appeared. Only to hesitate at the last second.
She couldn’t do it.
He was right; she didn’t trust him. Not with her heart. Not with how things were between them, her curse, and how it all made her feel less desirable in the long term.
She didn’t want to feel that way.
She dipped the tips of her fingers through the spaces of his gloved hand as she held it. She even made the gesture more tender by bringing her other hand up to clutch his as well.
Deep down inside, she wanted this. She wanted him. And even if she didn’t know how to come to terms with everything, especially the pain she was sure to experience when she did finally find her freedom, a part of her didn’t want to miss out on anything.
Even if she was reduced to a secret.
At least she knew for sure that she was desired by this man.
And despite everything, he was still working within her constraints to make things possible, and she never expected anyone to do that for her to such a degree.
He interlocked their hands tightly.
The material covering his face from the bridge of his nose to the base of his throat made it impossible to tell if he was disappointed by her choice or not.
Her chest caved slightly in uncertainty, but that didn’t last long.
Not with the way he shoved his covered mouth against hers, and the material was so thin and stretchy it was barely a barrier.
Their lips were able to clash, lock, and move over each other’s. The cloth made it strange and foreign, but she still moaned into it anyway.
He released their hands to grab his discarded glove, donning it, and some of her apprehension faded. She placed her hands on his shoulders, wanting to cup his neck or the sides of his face to deepen the kiss, but couldn’t without touching his skin.
Her eyes started to close as warmth pooled in her belly. When she moaned again, he answered it with a quiet groan and shoved his erection against her. Then he fisted the front of her dress and tore it completely down the centre to her navel.
“H-hey!” she rasped, pulling away from his mouth to look down, only to choke out in pain.
His teeth with those little fangs were nasty and cruel as he bit the side of her neck, putting much of his might into it. She fisted his black hair to yank him off her, and he relented.
She cupped the side of her neck. He... he bit me! Like an animal! The crazed glint in his eyes told her he was very satisfied with himself.
“I have given you many other dresses,” he argued, lowering himself. “I’ll start ripping them all until you wear each one.”
Everything was forgotten, although not entirely forgiven, when his face lingered just above her right breast – the one he hadn’t played with earlier. The one that pleaded with her to lift her chest up in invitation.
His ruby eyes darted up to her face, then down, and her breath hitched. Oh gods. Please do it.
“Not sure how well this is going to work,” he whispered, and she hated that she couldn’t feel the ghost of his breath. “How angry will you be if I bite it?”
“Kier...” she whined.
His mouth encompassed it, and her legs wrapped around his waist to lock him to her.
The fabric barrier was warm and wet from their earlier kissing, and his tongue laved her nipple, flicking it upwards with enough pressure to make her shiver.
The fact that it was in his mouth at all had her pussy clenching.
A growl rumbled, indicating his frustration that he was incapable of obtaining any suction no matter how hard he tried.
He nipped the aching bud, circled his tongue around it, and Carwyn placed her wrist against her lips to hide how distraught her moans had become already. Then one of his palms caressed down her inner thigh, and her back arched as her leg trembled.
Gosh. Why am I always so sensitive?
Just that simple action had been enough to make her body melt and her legs spread.
“I can’t feel how wet you are,” he whispered around her nipple, tickling it with the motion of his lips. “So I’ve brought a salve to make sure I don’t hurt you.”
He moved to the other breast as he fished something from his pocket, and the fact that he’d come so well prepared made her skin burn hotter. She peered at his half-closed lids, his black lashes long and ridiculously pretty as he concentrated. He was always going to win.
Wet fingers glided over her mound, whatever he’d soaked the glove in slick and spreading over her. It was entirely unnecessary. She’d been deeply aroused from the moment he’d kissed her, and soaked when he’d attacked her first breast.
If she pretended, she was able to believe there were no barriers between them. His mouth was on her exposed skin, his fingers right against her pussy when he slipped them down and rubbed her aching clit.
“Oh gods,” she moaned against her wrist, clutching the back of his shirt with her other hand.
Her hips instantly lifted to greet two fingertips, and she shuddered when he rubbed them in circles.
Her eyes rolled back momentarily when he applied more pressure, and she bucked against them.
Her vision dazed as lust and need took hold, and she wrapped her leg around his waist so she could use his very body as an anchor to grind on his hand.
He stayed there, petting her clit, even when she tilted her pussy so he’d go lower. Then he clamped it between his index finger and his middle one to roll it side to side, and she let out a sharp cry. Her breaths were so airy and shallow that they rattled in and out.
Oh gods. I’m going to... Down. Go down.
She lifted up, and he followed her, teasing her in mind-numbing side-to-side motions.
He gently nipped her nipple, but the hum that vibrated from him was devious. She peeked open her eyes more to find his upon her, his pupils wide ovals, and she bit her lip. He knew what he’d been doing, and the bastard was enjoying her turmoil.
“What’s the matter, witch? Dragon got your clit?”
He chuckled when she gave him a pouted glare, and he nuzzled his mouth against her breast.