Chapter 40
CROSSING THE ROOM in a few swift steps, she hooked her arm around his neck and kissed him. Where their delicate skin met, heat welled and coursed through her, down her throat, across her chest, into her depths. His mouth pressed hard against hers, opening, their tongues meeting.
Tugging off her robe took less than a second and then his hands were on her skin, her back and thighs, cupping one of her breasts and working the tender flesh, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She broke from his kiss to gasp.
His mouth moved to her breast, tongue flicking, and then drawing the peak between his lips until she panted, fingers twisted in his hair.
The throbbing heat in her core tangled and clenched.
She pushed him back, stripping off his shirt and yanking down his trousers to expose his glorious shaft, already hard and darkened. Her mouth watered and she bent to taste it, just to lick the drop of salt from the tip, but instead found herself taking him in.
He groaned and seized the back of her head as her mouth plunged down the length, laving and consuming all at once.
As much as she enjoyed the growls and needy thrust of his hips, she retrieved her knives to slice through the wrappings and the laces of his boots.
She put her knives away, ran her tongue once more over him, and then freed his legs from the last of his clothes.
Pushing him back against the wall, she mounted him, hitching her leg up onto his thigh, sinking her weight down onto his pulsing erection, every inch unfurling another wave of pleasure so intense she nearly lost all strength before he had fully entered her.
He hoisted both of her legs up, slamming into her, spurring an eruption.
Her vision flickered in and out as the coiling tension in her briefly released before drawing back tighter than ever when he withdrew to carry her over to the bed.
Pinning her down, his chest against hers, he slid into her again, slowly. His lips branded her throat, breath strafing across her skin, growling and moaning and murmuring.
She couldn’t tell if his words were real or a new language altogether, created in the moment. Either way, she understood the meaning. She may not have been claiming him, but he was claiming her.
Each stroke of his heavy stave pushed her closer. Little tremors rippled off the surface of her skin as he slid out to his swollen tip and then built up again as he plunged once more, as if he was trying to drive deeper somehow, even though he already filled and stretched her to the limits.
Dizzy with need, she pushed him over onto his back and straddled him, sliding down the steel of his flesh.
His hands molded to her breasts, squeezing and twisting as she rode him. He caught her nipple in his mouth. Each pull of his lips and flick of his tongue tightened her around him, her passage milking him.
He threw back his head, gritting his teeth through a moan, hands gripping her hips, digging himself into her deeper, quickening her pace.
Her straining knot rubbed up and down against him, inside and out, slick and hot and winding with a rising, shuddering energy, abrading against his rigid iron shaft, at once fraying and tightening . . . until, at last, it broke.
She arched back as the gasps of ecstasy released through her, quaking and trembling.
He roared as she clenched around him. His fingers burrowed deep into the soft flesh of her thighs. His hips thrust upwards as his heat unleashed inside of her, pumping and swelling.
She collapsed against the slick planes of his chest, his heart pounding hard against her breasts.
His muscles twitched. They both moaned together as the last of him was spent. He fell slack under her.
For a moment, there was only their hammering pulses and quick breaths and ebbing currents of intertwined fervor.
As the blinding corona of her Shine receded, a clawing spark of panic formed in her.
What if he thought this meant she’d made her choice—him? She hadn’t chosen anything. None of this would’ve happened if she hadn’t been in her Shine. Everything would be so much more complicated now. Why had she tied Kaelan up?
Kaelan . . . her heart sank.
What would he do when he found out? If he found out.
She wasn’t going to tell him. She wasn’t going to tell anyone. This had been a mistake . . . a fluke of her damned Rae instincts.
Before her logical mind succeeded in pulling her from the mire, Endreas rolled her over.
Gently, he kissed her forehead, her lips, her throat, the hollow between her breasts, the downward slope of her belly.
Each soft brush of his lips spoke to her in that silent language of his.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
He kissed the curls over her mound. His tongue parted the folds and lapped up the wetness he had left there. He watched her from the top of his eyes.
Mine.
And then he delved in, lapping and devouring, chasing away the pesky nits of rational thought as her Shine brightened, blinding her.