Chapter 14 #4
A deep groan rumbled in Khayrivven’s chest as Lory’s fingers slid over him, using enough pressure to make him twitch, and a chuckle promising the sweet pleasure of forbidden things skittered over her skin as he kissed his way along her jaw, her neck.
“I’ve dreamed about this moment, Lory,” he murmured against her collarbone. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this or the many ways I’ve bedded you in my imagination.”
Scorching, liquid need pooled in Lory’s core at this admission, as one of his hands skimmed her cheek, her neck, down her chest, while the other tightened on the small of her back, pulling her closer rather than crushing her between his hips and the stone wall.
Tilting back her head to give him better access, Lory wrapped her arm around his neck, hands delving into his hair, savoring the silken texture of his waves, the stark contrast they formed with the hard lines of his body.
“I want you.” Lory didn’t care how needy she sounded or that she wasn’t supposed to want him at all.
That this, right there, might have condemned them both, had Lenya found out about it.
Her heart beat to the pace of Khayrivven’s kisses, and her body molded into his touch like not doing so would mean ceasing to exist.
Khayrivven didn’t wait for her to repeat herself. With practiced ease, he gathered the side of her skirts with one hand while his mouth traced the bare peak of her breast where he tugged down the strap of her dress, exposing her aching flesh.
A gasp escaped her mouth as he sucked on her nipple, nipping lightly, and the fireworks of pleasure following the small pain multiplied between her legs as he slid his hand under the layers of satin, silk, and chiffon, sliding a finger through her wet folds and groaning his approval.
Slowly—so painstakingly slowly, he grazed her clit in lazy circles, as if they had all the time in the world and the court behind that hidden door didn’t exist, like they didn’t have a mission to accomplish or a family member to look out for.
Nothing existed but Khayrivven’s touch, his kiss as he brought his mouth back to hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth once in a demonstration of what he was planning on doing.
Yes, Lory near-shouted in her head, and wondered immediately if she had done so out loud when he pinned her hips with his free hand while he slid a finger into her and set a slow, hard pace—just like he’d once mentioned he liked.
Not enough. Desperate for him, Lory fumbled on the button of his pants, tugging like her life depended on it, but Khayrivven stilled his hand, clicking his tongue.
“Not today, little Flame. I’ll fuck you again soon, but today, I’ll make you come with my fingers.”
Lory whimpered as he remained still as a statue, waiting for her to remove her hands, a ruthless grin on his beautiful face that told her he meant every word.
And when she dropped both arms to her sides, he let go of her hips, taking one of her hands and threading his fingers through hers as he pinned it beside her head.
Between her legs, his other hand started moving again, and he slid a second finger into her, curling the tips ever so slightly while, with his thumb, he rubbed over her clit.
“Come for me, Lory.” It was both a command and a plea. “I want to see that beautiful face light up with bliss.” He lowered his voice, murmuring close to her ear. “I want to feel you clench around my fingers.”
Lory’s core tightened as the first waves of pleasure hit her, but Khayrivven didn’t slow. He increased pace, drawing a moan from her lips as he kissed and licked his way down her throat back to her exposed breast.
“Just like that.” The hunger in his voice undid her, and she splintered around his fingers, grabbing his shoulder with her free hand and holding on to him as the floor seemed to tremble beneath her feet and the wall crumble behind her back.
For a moment, she was suspended in time, the points where Khayrivven touched her the only ones anchoring her. Then a rush of pleasure flooded her entire body, and what she had thought would be a small orgasm became a life-altering moment.
“I love you.” The words just tumbled out of her, breathless and unbidden, but Lory’s tongue wouldn’t obey when she tried to hold them back.
Khayrivven’s hand slowed, letting her ride out the last throes of pleasure before he stopped, sliding his fingers out of her and lowering her skirts, careful to use his clean hand.
A grin lingered on his lips as he pulled her strap back up her shoulder, tugging the neckline of her dress into place, then studied her face.
As he lifted his other hand between them, Lory wasn’t sure what to expect, but not him smelling the fingers shimmering wet from working her into pleasure. His grin turned wicked.
“When I’ll be close to forgetting myself with rage tonight, your scent will be what saves me.”
Before Lory could wonder if he hadn’t heard her little slip-up before or was ignoring her accidental declaration, the urgent melody of trumpets penetrated the cocoon of seclusion the room had spun around them, and Khayrivven’s grin slipped.
“It’s time.”