16. Innocence
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Innocence
Istiffened, the booming laugh stunning me so viscerally. Embarrassment crawled forward. With an angry flip, I faced him again and pushed up on my palms.
“Why are you laughing?” I snapped, tucking my knees up, and the pleat fell between my thighs, shielding me. “That is how the man fucked the woman at the brothel.”
His hand on my hip stiffened until it was painful. An expression I could not recognize flashed over his broad features and disappeared as quickly.
“I see,” he mused, the corners of his mouth twitching.
“What was wrong with how I prepared myself?” I repeated, disgruntled. All animals mated that way. Was he attempting to fool me?
“I will fuck you in countless positions, innocent little mortal,” he said and loomed forward until his mouth hovered near my face.
The red and gold continued to pulse. At such a close distance, flecks of gold near the iris seemed to glint. My lungs refused to inflate. I blinked into his intense gaze as he ran the back of his hand against my cheek.
“Breathe.”
At his order, I sucked in air, the pain in my chest abating. Heat seared my neck and up my cheeks. He chuckled, and his sweet breath wafted across my nose, fangs flashing from behind his lips. Even his breath smelled of sweet perfection.
Lord Draven rubbed the back of his finger along the crest of my cheek. “Look at that flush,” he murmured. I swayed forward, drawn to him with every part of my being. “Will it run down the rest of your body?”
His finger curled into the top of my gown and with a swift pull, he tore it open down the front. The band dug into me before releasing as the front of the dress fell open. My breasts spilled free, no longer restrained by the corset. And I was bare to him.
I crossed my arms over the brown peaks of my breasts.
If the flush had not reached the rest of my body, now it had.
The secretive smile undid me. He watched me with hunger. Urges and desires crowded my insides, but I was unsure of how to proceed. I followed as my body ordered, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his.
He froze.
Had I surprised him again?
Before I could fret, his mouth pressed harder against mine. The sharp fang grazed gently enough not to break skin. With skillful licks, he claimed my mouth, plunging his tongue inside.
I had no clue kissing could be so carnal. Following the urges that had been building inside me, I reached up, sliding my fingers through his hair. It was much softer than I had expected, as silky as a dove’s feather.
I clenched a handful, and Lord Draven groaned, his head angling slightly. The forceful move nicked my lower lip, and the taste of copper spread on my tongue.
He moaned, the vibration flaring the pulsing desire between my legs.
I pushed onto my knees, trying to get closer to him. Desperately craving him. He pressed flush against me, his arm winding around my spine until my midsection curved toward him, shoving his maleness against my belly. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and tongued the cut.
My hands were no longer my own. They sought his skin, rubbing against the soft, bare flesh before swiping across his damp chest. I caressed the creases indenting his stomach. Hard, flexing muscle, unaged.
Trailing my hand lower, I touched the tip of his warm member.
He hummed against my lips, pausing his plunder of my mouth.
I grabbed his shaft, hard.
He groaned, hips shoving the length into my hand. Liquid beaded at the tip and slid down. I used the slick seed to glide along his shaft, rubbing it to the thick base.
He pulled up. Moonlight shadowed his face; the planes were harsh and blade-like. While our attention remained on each other, he reached, and I was suddenly on my back.
I settled my gaze level with the stone ceiling.
He widened my thighs. Cool air brushed against the dampness between my legs. I had no opportunity to close them. His hands on the inner sides forced them as wide as he could. Shock urged me to shield myself, but as soon as I reached down to cover my sex, my breasts were bare.
“M-my lord.”
“There is this beautiful little vein that runs right through here.” His finger dragged up the inner side of my leg, closer and closer to my femininity.
He smirked up at me, watching me sputter and blush. His fangs were clearly in view, only slightly veiled by plush lips.
“What is so funny?” I stuttered.
“Defiling you will be my great pleasure.” With those words, he struck, sinking his fangs into the spot he had caressed.
I gasped, my hips hiking up sharply, my lips remaining parted. The sharp sting of the punctures was soothed by him sucking at the wound. Another ripple tore through my channel, clenching and grasping for something I did not fully understand.
My hips refused to cease moving. Moans and sounds left my lips in a way I had never heard, at an embarrassing frequency. My arms had fallen to my sides, no longer veiling my rising and falling breasts.
He watched the swells and pulled another drag from where he bit me. Lord Draven lifted his head, crimson painting his perfect lips. His smile was more of a baring of teeth, but it did not make me want to run. It made me want more.
He rose over me, holding my gaze, his large hands engulfing my thighs, squeezing, sliding higher. The colors in his irises pulsed where the met.
“Watch me, mortal,” he ordered huskily.
My body stretched out on the bed, thighs spread, him between them, hovering over my aching sex. Those long fingers traveled closer to where I ached. There was an embarrassing amount of dampness between my legs, and my breasts bounced with every exhale in a lewd manner.
He shoved a finger inside my channel, all the way to the knuckle.
I stopped breathing, my body tensing. His palm turned upward as his finger slid inside me. Slowly, he curled it.
I detonated, screaming, my body no longer my own as I fell onto the fur bedding, my spine arching.
Such bliss seemed impossible. Part of my mind had become useless and needy.
My mouth kept moving, but I could not hear what spilled out. I had never experienced anything as intense as this. I was unsure how long I writhed, pushing down to feel the hard bone of his knuckle. As much as I moved, he did not; he remained painfully still.
It took far too long to regain my faculties. How utterly intoxicating. I panted, lifting my head.
He continued to watch me, his eyelids lowered, thick, sooty eyelashes half veiling his colored eyes.
“Lord Draven,” I admonished. He ignored my attempts at yanking my knees away to close my legs, and he kept them wide.
He pushed my knees higher, spreading me, then lowered his head. In a panic, I pushed up and slid my hands into his hair, bunching it. He looked up at me, an eyebrow twitching.
“I-I do not think this is proper,” I muttered, panicked.
“None of what I will do to your body is proper, mortal.”
Flutters drove out the last of my reservations.
He sank down and, holding my gaze, licked my dripping sex. I sucked in a breath, clenching my bottom.
All that did was enhance my need.
“Oh, my.”
This certainly is not proper.