chapter twenty-eight
elysia
“We shouldn’t do this.” His voice drops into a rough growl, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into me, setting every nerve alight.
“Kaden,” I breathe, lips whispering against his, “I’m asking you to fuck me. Not marry me.”
A frustrated sound tears out of him as his jaw tightens. “You don’t really want that.”
“Yes, I do… but if you’re not willing, there’s a tavern down the road. I’m sure I could find someone—"
“The fuck you will.” The unmistakable flare of jealousy floods through the tether in a violent wave before his hips pin mine into the desk. My instant relief at his answer is replaced by a jolt of pure lust that knots tight at my core.
“Good.” I tilt my head up to his and press a soft kiss on his neck, nipping the skin there gently. “Because I only want you, Kaden.”
“Fuck.” One hand rakes through his hair, then his mouth crashes to mine again.
I eagerly part my lips, allowing him just enough access to slide his tongue against mine. The taste of him sends a jolt of arousal straight to my core. My heart racing inside my chest as my hands tug and pull at his shirt with feral need.
“You’ll regret this in the morning,” he places a kiss on my chin.
“You…” another further up my jaw. “Don’t…
” another, firmer this time. “Really. Want. This.” He finishes punctuating each word with a kiss, and when he reaches my ear, his tongue flicks out, licking the lobe in a feather light stroke that sets my nerves alight.
“Stop telling me what I want.” My words come out in a whisper as my breath leaves in short, rapid bursts. I move my hand, flicking my plait to my back and arching my neck to give him full access. He takes it, working his way down my neck to where it curves into my shoulder.
Every kiss he places on my heated skin creates sparks of electricity. I suck in a sharp breath when he lingers on the sensitive spot between the base of my neck and my shoulder. But then he stills again, his breath hot and wet, the bond thrumming with restraint.
My brow furrows as a fleeting thought crosses my mind: What if this is only my need and not his?
“Unless you don’t want this?”
“Gods,” a groan escapes his chest. “Does this feel like I don’t want this? Don’t want you?”
He takes my hand and slides it between our bodies, my fingers curling around the length of him through his slacks. My mouth salivates with carnal need at the feel of how hard he is for me.
“I always fucking want you, that’s the damn problem, isn’t it?
” His gaze pins me, and I recognise the need in those mismatched eyes.
It mirrors my own. “I’ve told you before, I can’t breathe when you are around.
I get anywhere near you, and instantly I’m hard.
Fucking hell, just your scent drives me to the edge of insanity.
” He rocks his hips into my hand as his cock pulses beneath his slacks, and my core tightens into a ball so tight I fear I may combust into flames. “Wanting you is not the problem here.”
My tongue runs along my bottom lip as I try to catch my breath. “Then what is?”
“I’m trying to do the honourable thing and not take advantage of you.” His eyes rake over me briefly before snapping back to meet mine. “Your emotions are very telling that you’ve had a shit day, Elysia.”
I smile softly, if only to soothe the unease settling in him. “I don’t want to think about my day, Kaden. I just want to feel. And I promise, you’re not taking advantage when I am all but begging you to make what’s left of my day better.”
My hand trails to the end of my plait, pulling it free. I know how much he loves my hair. He’s not been very good at masking it, and maybe… just maybe, it’ll be the last push he needs.
His eyes track the movement, and the second I run my fingers through the loose blue waves, I feel the last of his restraint snap like a wire pulled too taut.
His eyes darken, and within seconds, his hand cups the nape of my neck, lips crashing into mine.
The kiss is needy and brutal and deliciously carnal.
His hips roll into me as he tortures me with feather-light kisses trailed down my neck, then his shadows are pulling off my leggings with efficient ease, my sheath and dagger clattering to the ground with them.
The air feels harsh against my flushed skin, but when his hands move to trail up my bare thighs, the nip of the air is all but forgotten, electric sparks trailing in the wake of his touch.
“Fuck. Tell me to stop.” His hands move higher as he sucks and nips at the sensitive spot on my neck.
“Don’t stop.” I’ll die if he does.
“On Noctis, Elysia.” He recaptures my mouth and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, swallowing my moan as he does. “You’re going to be my undoing.”
He glides the fabric of my underwear across my clit in one smooth motion, and electricity strikes through me from just the one singular touch.
“Of course you’re fucking wet.” He groans, a bite of frustration in his tone.
He strokes another long stripe against my clit, and the friction sends shock waves through me as he begins to make lazy circles against that sensitive bundle of nerves, expertly using the fabric of my underwear for added friction.
My head lolls backwards, and I try to rock my hips against his hand for more, but my feet dangle off the desk, robbing me of leverage.
“Please, Kaden.” The plea leaves my lips in a gasp, my fingernails biting into the back of his neck.
His voice is a rough groan against my mouth. “If I truly get my hands on you again, Elysia… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself.”
The vision of him losing complete control only spurs me on. I lean forward and suck his lip into my mouth, biting down gently until a deep growl escapes his throat.
“Stop being so damn honourable and fuck me, Kaden.” His eyes flare wildly, and then he kisses me like he’s been starved of air, and I am the very oxygen he needs to survive.
His fingers slide into my underwear and stroke down my slickened core with desperate ferocity.
All I can do is whimper against his lips as pleasure builds low in my abdomen and wraps around my spine.
His voice comes out rough as scraped stone, “You feel so damn incredible.” His fingers pick up their pace as he makes smaller and firmer circles against my swollen clit, my breath catching as that familiar ball of pleasure begins to tighten. “Fuck! I need these off.”
His fingers pause their assault as he entirely removes my underwear with ravenous haste, turning to the side and dropping them on the floor, breath shuddering out of him.
“Fuck…” the words tear from his throat, raw and shattered.
His eyes squeeze shut, jaw locking as he fights himself in silence, every muscle pulled taught.
I can feel his restraint hanging by a frayed, tenuous thread.
His eyes flutter open again with a deep, broken exhale, then his head turns back to me slowly, like he’s afraid of what he’ll see.
His hooded eyes land on my bare legs, trailing up my body agonisingly slow.
The weight of his unwavered attention is almost unbearable, heat following wherever his gaze lingers.
When his eyes finally land on my exposed core, something dark and animalistic flashes through them, hungry enough to make my breath catch.
His gaze lingers there for several heartbeats, hands raking through his ink-black hair, fingers curling tight.
Then he’s on me faster than I can blink, a groan escaping his throat as he slides one long finger up my slick folds.
The singular touch raises goosebumps along my skin.
“Such a beautiful fucking pussy,” His finger slides inside of me, and his eyes flare something dark and carnal.
Soft whimpers escape my throat as he draws out slowly and slides back in again.
“I can’t wait to see you stretched and coming around my cock.
Is that what you want, love? Do you want me buried inside you till you’re sore and aching? ”
Gods, that mouth.
I can’t even begin to form an answer as he coaxes breathy moans from my throat with each stroke, every thrust of his talented finger curling to caress that sweet spot inside me.
His shadows begin to move, and a pulse later, my cotton top is ripped from my chest, breasts spilling free and flushing pink under his gaze.
His eyes roam over me intensely, like he’s trying to commit every line of my body to his memory.
His free hand squeezes my breast, a deep groan rumbling up his throat before he takes hold of my jaw, tilting my gaze till I'm forced to stare into those burning mismatched eyes, still coaxing me to the edge of insanity. “Answer me, Elysia.”
My voice comes out in a breathless whisper, “Fuck. Yes, Kaden. I want—” His thumb strokes over my clit, and pleasure wraps around my spine so tight my breath hitches. “I want all of you.”
His answering smile is triumphant and teasing as he releases his hold on my face to stare down at where his finger glides into me, teeth biting into his lower lip. “I want to watch you come around my fingers. Will you do that for me, love?”
I draw in a sharp breath as his thumb brushes over that sensitive bundle of nerves again. “Yes.” I breathe; more air than words.
“Good girl.” His hand tightens around my hip, then pushes me down on his talented finger.
Fire surges through my veins like molten lava with each long stroke, that ball of pleasure growing tighter and tighter by the second.
My legs start to shake, lights begin to flicker, and my lips part as rapid, shallow moans escape my throat.
“Gods, look at you. You’re fucking beautiful, Elysia.” His words curl around my mind like a soft caress. “Come for me.”
His words push me over the edge, my climax soaring through my body in a violent, shuddering wave.
He swallows my cry as my back bows, the first wave of my orgasm washing over me and releasing that pressure at the base of my spine.
The cottage vibrates with pure, unrestrained power as his fingers kick the first climax into a second.
“Kaden.” I gasp, though it comes out as a strained whisper.
He grins and slides his finger from my body, then drops to his knees, stroking his tongue up my slick entrance with a deep groan. “Fuck me, you taste like heaven.”
Arousal burns through me till I’m nothing but ragged breaths and raw hunger. I can’t take this anymore. I need more. I reach for his shirt, pulling him back up to me and hastily undoing the buttons.
I want his clothes off. Now.
He accommodates my urgency, ripping off his shirt till every beautiful muscle, scar and tattoo is on show.