Chapter Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Seven
He seems to know my mind and my heart before I do. Even as I’m still gathering my resolve and acknowledging my wants, he kisses me fiercely. He makes wordless demands with his mouth that my body aches to oblige. I want to forget my pain and let it go. To give in to something for me, solely for me.
I grab his neck with fervent need, knot my fingers in his hair, pull his mouth closer to mine even when there is no space left between us.
Davien follows suit, hands coming alive.
His palms and fingers are all over me, from my face to my breasts to my hips.
He draws hard circles with his thumbs, sending me into a frenzy with that movement alone.
We kiss deeper than we ever have before, as if we are trying to consume every last bit of doubt that could still linger between us. His teeth rake against my lower lip; I tilt my head back in tandem and release a moan. It’s met with a sharp inhale and a quiver on his breath.
“I want you,” I breathe.
“Tell me what you want.” He ducks his head, going for my exposed neck. I feel his teeth sink into my skin.
“I want you,” I repeat. The world is spinning, and I’m so lightheaded, I have to clutch him even tighter in case my knees give out.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls as he pinches my flesh between his teeth.
Something within me breaks. Perhaps it is the last remnants of my self-control. But it feels as though a levee has been breached by his thick and needy words.
“I want you to kiss me all over until there is not a part of my body that you don’t know.
I want you to explore me with your tongue and fingers.
I want you to make me yours as a man should make his wife.
I want you to go slow until I am breathless and begging, and then I want you to go hard.
I want us to shatter together and fall like the silvery arcs of shooting stars as we descend from the heaven of our making. ”
He exhales a moan and retreats from my neck to return to my lips. He kisses me with rising intensity, each shift of his mouth messier and more sensual than the last. Without warning, Davien pulls away and presses his forehead to mine.
“I will do all of it…and then some,” he rasps. “And when I am done, when you are left aching, blissful, and yet still filled with desire, I will do it again. I will show you as best I am able just how loved you are.”
He holds me to him with a crushing grip and takes a step backward.
My knees nearly give out, forcing me to cling to the only stable thing in my world right now—him.
Somewhere between the window and the table, his shirt is lost. I run my hands over the vast plane of his chest, bare to my touch, exposed only for me.
Every firm muscle and deep cut leaves me shivering.
He’s like a sculpture of a forgotten god.
His skin is so hot in the cool night that I’m surprised it doesn’t burn me.
His hands bunch up my shirt, reaching for the hem.
He pulls the garment over my head and I don’t stop him.
Winter’s touch runs up my spine, sending a shiver through my body that has nothing to do with the tides of pleasure he’s already stirring within me, and yet I pause.
Davien senses my hesitation, pulling away slightly. “Are you cold? Is it too much?”
“It’s not that. And no.” I want to cover my exposed flesh, but that want competes against my desire to continue running my hands up and down his arms. “I’ve never—”
“I haven’t either.” His mouth quirks into a relieved smile. “We will be each other’s teachers tonight, and eager students.” He bends down to brush his lips against mine.
“What if you don’t like me once you really see me?” I ask between quivering lips. I have yet to show him the scars on my back. He has caught only glimpses of the wounds I still carry.
“I really saw you the first moment you walked through my door. I have seen your soul, and I have fallen in love with it. So there’s nothing about the mortal casing it’s housed in that could make me love you less.
” He is so sure, so confident, the grip I have on myself relaxes.
My hands return to his hips. “Trust in my love, in me. I will never break that trust.”
The next kiss he gives me is deeper than any of the others, slower and more confident. He inhales as I exhale, stealing my breath and my doubts with it. I give myself further to him.
I want him. I want all of him. If tonight is the last night that we have with each other, then I’m determined to set aside my doubts and enjoy him while I have him.
Davien’s hands leave my body. I let out a low whine. He chuckles. “I don’t want you to be colder than you already are.” He rummages in the saddlebags, pulls out a blanket, and tosses it across the table.
“I am on fire,” I whisper.
He grabs my hips, pushes me up onto the table. My legs wrap around him instinctively. The feeling is glorious. My heart is a pulsing beat that begins to guide the melody that only we can sing.
He’s on top of me, his presence demanding all my attention, as if he did not already have it.
I shift as I lie back, allowing him space on the large stone table with me.
Davien snakes his fingers through my hair, brushing it away, looking down at me between kisses as though I am a goddess incarnate.
Then, with a look that promises to fulfill a thousand desires—the kind that are unspeakable in the light of day—he moves down my body, removing the remaining garments that keep us apart one by one and replacing them with kisses.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I stare at him as he nips lightly at my hip bones.
He looks up at me with glassy eyes and heavy lids.
Then, slowly, deliberately, he works himself between my legs.
Before I can speak a word of shy protest, he reminds me that the time for modesty has long gone as his lips drag against my thighs.
My head tips back and he holds me in a thrall of ecstasy that I have never felt before as his breath is hot against me.
Each exhale teasing me. I’m more sensitive than ever.
Then, he places his mouth on me and I nearly jolt out of my skin. A moan, desperate and needy, escapes. My toes curl as his tongue performs unspeakable gymnastics.
Hot. Building. The only thing that escapes me are cries of pleasure.
This is what I wanted. This is the release I was looking for. This is why all our other stolen kisses were never enough. Could never be enough.
I arch off the table, fists knotted in the blanket as everything tenses.
I am about to ascend somewhere I have been but never reached in this way—never knew it was possible to feel like this.
His moan is what breaks me, as though he is consuming every drop of my pleasure like faerie mead.
At once, I come crashing down with a cry and I land in a bliss so consuming that it seems as if it is the first real thing I’ve ever felt.
Davien straightens, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. I bite my knuckle and stare at him, chest heaving with every breath. He moves to hover over me. Positioned between my thighs, hands grabbing me. Our eyes meet. I see excitement, hesitation, nervousness—all emotions that I share.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “If you have any doubts, we will stop.”
“I have many doubts…about everything but this. I want you, Davien.” I echo what I said earlier.
He positions himself and presses forward. There’s tension, aching, a sudden snap of pain. I wince and he freezes.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” I assure him.
Luckily he takes me at my word and does not stop.
We inhale in tandem as his hips are flush against mine.
My breath is thin and shallow as I grow accustomed to the feeling of him.
And when I am ready, he moves. I have never been more aware of his strong, sure presence than in those first few movements.
Neither was I aware of just how hot the rolling core in the pit of my stomach could become.
We move together, breathlessly building our desire as one.
This time, when the crash comes, we fall together.
He lands in my arms and we are a tangle of ecstasy and delight.
Pure joy escapes as laughter as he pulls away and we share a smile—an intimate understanding that is possible only for lovers to comprehend.
“That was…that was…” I struggle to form words.
A sensual smirk slowly spreads across his lips. “That was merely round one.”
Davien claims my mouth once more and we tumble back into the throes of bliss.