Chapter 54
AUREN
Ikneel before my queen. My breath catches as I gaze up at the sensuous curve of her breasts, the slight dip of her waist and the gentle curve of her hips as she stands above me, flushed and trembling with arousal, her breath uneven.
She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Slowly, I guide one leg over my shoulder, opening her to me. My nostrils flare as I breathe her in. The scent of her need is maddening, and I long to taste her on my tongue. “Gods, you are perfect,” I whisper. “And all mine.”
I lean in, and she gasps as I drag my tongue through her already slick folds. When I reach the small bundle of nerves at the apex, she grips my hair. “Right there, Auren,” she moans.
Encouraged by her response, I concentrate my attention, brushing my tongue over the softly hooded flesh. Her mouth falls open as she arches against me. “Don’t stop,” she breathes.
Something dark and primal unfurls deep within as she writhes against my mouth. Her legs begin to shake, so I lift her, sliding her other leg over my shoulder, supporting her completely as her back remains against the wall.
As I continue to tease my tongue over the small pearl of flesh, I love how she runs her fingers through my hair, her thighs tightening around my head.
A low moan escapes her as she draws closer to the edge. Her entire body goes taut like a bowstring and her head falls back as she cries out my name when she finds her release.
She is mine. The thought roars through me, hot and consuming, leaving nothing behind but need in its wake.
Slowly, I rise, pressing a series of suctioning kisses along her form as I move back up her body. I remove my pants, freeing my stav. I trace my tongue over the hollow at the base of her neck, tasting the sweet salt of her skin and feeling the fluttering pulse beneath.
Need burns through my veins. I want her so badly, I am barely holding on to my control.
I should take her to the bed and lay her down… take my time and savor the feel of her against me. But as her gaze meets mine, the last thread of my restraint snaps.
Tightening my hands at her waist, I lift her again. She wraps her legs around me as I press her back against the wall.
“Gods, Vivienne,” I groan, stroking my tongue against hers. “I need you.”
“Then, take me,” she whispers between kisses, threading her fingers through my hair. “I’m yours.”
Her words unleash something within. I notch the crown of my stav at her entrance, and a low moan tears from my throat as I begin to push inside. Primal instincts surge through me, and my eyes roll up in the back of my head, as I sink deep into her warm, wet heat. “You’re so tight,” I rasp.
“Feels so good,” she moans as I begin to stroke inside her.
Something dark and possessive unfurls deep within as she tightens her legs around me, locking her ankles. My fangs extend as my knot begins to expand. I long to fill her with my seed, flooding her with my essence so that every male will be able to scent that she belongs to me.
I’m so close to the edge; I struggle to hold back. It’s the most exquisite torture I’ve ever known. I want her to find her release before I reach mine.
She digs her blunt nails into my shoulders as I pump into her.
A deep growl rises in my chest as my knot fully expands, locking us together.
Gods, I’ll never stop wanting her. The need to release inside her, to claim her again, is a fire in my veins as the small muscles of her channel begin to flex and quiver around my length.
She moans as I grind against her, and fierce possessiveness surges through me. “Tell me you are mine,” I growl.
“I’m yours,” she replies as her body tightens around me, her channel clamping down around my stav as she reaches her climax.
Her release triggers my own, and my stav begins to pulse. “Mine!” I cry out as I erupt deep inside her, flooding her open womb as I fill her with my seed.
Both of us are breathless and panting as I drop my forehead to hers and whisper, “You are my heart, Vivienne. And I am completely and utterly yours.”