Chapter 28 Jane #2
Glade’s focus shifted to my mouth. He bit his bottom lip.
Closing his eyes, breathing in one final breath, he shook his head aggressively before muttering, “Fuck it,” and eagerly closed the distance between us.
Before I had time to process what was unfolding, his hands found the sides of my face, pulling me toward him with a frantic urgency. His lips collided brutally against mine, and with that, the universe around us evaporated into an unending oblivion.
For a moment, there was no thinking, no second-guessing, no outside world.
Only the heat of his fingertips and the pounding of my heart as it palpitated in my chest. The kiss was hectic, feral, a tumultuous impact of everything we’d both been fighting to hold back.
The kiss was everything—every smile, every touch, every breath, every tear.
All of it.
I felt Glade’s tongue swirl with mine as we stumbled backwards into the cabin, our feet nearly tripping over the furry area rug, barely keeping our balance.
Our bodies banged into furniture, a string of clumsy movements as we fumbled towards the far wall.
When my back slammed into it with a crude thud, it was as if we had entered a point of no return.
Neither of us dared to pull away; neither willing to stop.
The room whizzed around me. The air was smothering, too hot and thick with desire.
His hands danced around my body, tugging at me, drawing me closer into his chest, and I didn’t refuse.
My hands gripped his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his chest beneath the fibres, pulling him in further, matching the frantic rhythm of his kiss.
I shoved his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as he pressed his pelvis into mine. The growing bulge between us was impossible to ignore. A weak, involuntary moan escaped my lips as his mouth found the sensitive curve of my neck and shoulder.
His lips sucked hopelessly at my skin, while his right hand locked in my brunette locks, holding my head in just the right place. At the same time, his left hand gripped my waist, pulling me closer…deeper…into the irresistible force of his hips.
Glade’s teeth grazed the side of my throat, sending shivers through me. Despite the rush of pleasure that ignited deep within my core, it wasn’t enough. I craved more of him.
Everywhere.
Always.
Lifting my mouth to meet his in another depraved crash, I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pulled him in deeper…
Deeper than I thought possible. My hands explored the softness of his shoulder-length hair as they found their place at the base of his skull, squeezing tenderly at the root.
Glade crouched slightly, our lips never breaking apart, and grasped the backs of my thighs. In one quick motion, he lifted me around his waist, sending me into the air before his hands settled firmly on my butt, each palm possessively squeezing a cheek.
Clinging to his broad, muscular shoulders, I held on for dear life, refusing to let the fire blazing between us go out.
With determined strides, Glade carried me toward the bed.
After what felt like an eternity, he lowered us onto the sheets, his powerful body settling over mine with a delicious, unyielding weight.
Even with our bodies and mouths entwined, it still wasn’t enough.
I couldn’t feel close enough. My fingertips wandered blindly, searching for the hem of his white tunic, while his firm hands sought the indulgent curve of my breast. The agony of my yearning fuelled me as I slid my hands beneath the fabric, pushing it higher until he finally broke our kiss, raising himself onto his knees.
Without hesitation, he peeled the unwanted cloth from his torso, revealing his bare skin to me at last.
I already knew that Glade was sculpted to perfection by the Goddess herself, but seeing him now, backlit by the golden light of the flickering fireplace dancing across his tattooed skin, inhumanely muscular, and towering over me, made him appear like a God himself.
A gasp escaped me as I took in the sight of his dominating presence. A tingling sensation teased the inside of my thighs as I wondered why I was still fully clothed.
However, Glade stayed on his knees, his piercing gaze sweeping over me as he bit down on his bottom lip. He didn’t move. Instead, he waited with deliberate patience…although his eyes pleaded with longing and hunger.
The prince understood the weight of this decision. It was a choice neither of us could ever undo.
As our eyes locked, I nodded slowly, granting him permission to continue exploring every inch of my body, just as I thirsted to explore his.
Glade’s fingertips hovered near the buttons of my trousers, leisurely unbuckling each one.
With every pop, the charge between my legs grew more intense, more furious for a sweet release.
He pulled my pants loose, freeing my legs from their confined torment.
Instead of removing them, he lowered himself, his lips brushing against the inside of my thigh.
“You…” He exhaled between pecks. “Have no…” Another kiss. “Idea…” His lips traveled higher, moving closer to my entrance. “How badly…” He was inches away now, his warm breath tickling at my skin. “I’ve wanted this.”
His eyes locked with mine as his lips brushed against the fabric of my thong, right where my sweet spot lay.
A jolt of electricity stung where his mouth pressed, my back arching as I convulsed. An unrestrained whimper escaped me again as my sanity evaded me, leaving only a ravenous hunger in its leave.
Glade’s fingertips found the hidden spot once more, massaging circles into it, unraveling every fiber that held me together as a whole.
More.
I needed to feel his skin on mine.
As if he could feel the physical torment he was causing me, he moved the fabric of my underwear aside, delicately trailing his fingers from my sweet spot to my entrance.
Please, I wished to scream, but words escaped me. Only moans and mumbles remained in their place, my voice lost entirely to a land unknown.
Finally, his index finger reached my entrance, slipping inside, toying unhurriedly and intentionally, as his thumb continued revolving the spot above.
The sensation of Glade’s touch inside me was enough to send me spiralling toward release. As his fingers moved within me, our eyes remained unyieldingly locked. He wanted to watch me come undone for him.
I writhed my hips in time with his movements, building toward an undeniable crescendo. As Glade’s fingers curled and massaged, I felt my core tighten, an electric heat spreading from my most sensitive depths all the way up to my navel.
As the sensation intensified, his movements became more calculated and precise, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. The storm brewing within me grew more relentless, crashing with increasing rampant frequency.
“Glade.” I tried to speak, but all that escaped my lips was his name, the only word I could form for the heaven-sent man before me.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Glade’s mouth, his eyes never leaving my face as he watched my every reaction. He nodded, urging me to unravel, his hands guiding me toward the inevitable peak.
And with that, my eyes squeezed shut as my body arched, overwhelmed by the nuclear bomb that detonated deep within my centre.
I shrieked, the waves of pleasure crashing through me, causing my legs and hips to shake uncontrollably.
Each rush caused me to clench and unclench, my body reacting beyond my control.
As the billows of pleasure subsided, Glade was upon me, his mouth colliding against mine with fierce, passionate urgency, filling me with the intent of his desire, preparing me for all of him.
As I fell deeper into the intoxicating deliciousness of Glade Everkain, a faint sound drifted in from outside the cabin, pulling me from the depths of our delusion.
We both froze, joggled back into the harsh reality of Ornath.
A shrill scream pierced the air from outside, followed by another.
And then another.
The Fae were screaming.