Chapter 22 #2
Once she was done, she cleaned her empty bowl in the available wash bucket and turned. He was standing in the entryway!
“Stop doing that!” she yelled, hating that he so easily snuck up on her all the time.
Leaning his side against the wall in human form, Kier had his arms and ankles crossed. Her cheeks warmed at his clothing, which was likely an illusion, and once more, she thought it unfair that he was handsome and naked – even if she couldn’t see.
He uncrossed an arm to peer down at his nails. “I didn’t realise you were so easily startled.”
This is the second time he’s willingly appeared human to me. Carwyn clamped her bare hands to her chest. I’ll need to start carrying my gloves with me. And damnit! She’d enjoyed being without them.
She released a hand to shoo it at him. “You better stay over there this time.”
The side of his mouth quirked into a lopsided grin, and heavens, it was gorgeous. Pretty men are poisonous. Especially when it didn’t help that she rather liked this one. Her heart immediately fluttered.
He tilted his head in a way that could only be deemed mischievous. “Why?”
“Take your nudity elsewhere,” she deflected.
He pinched the vee neckline of his sleeved tunic. “Not an illusion this time. Although donning the outfit felt rather pointless.” Then he refolded his arms. “Do you really not like my gift? I dug through my hoard for the right item to give you.”
Carwyn lifted her chin defiantly. “I hate it. I told you yesterday I don’t want any more.”
She nearly jumped out of her skin when he stormed over to her.
She backed up as uncertainty, fear, and desire all mingled together, and each one cut deeper when her back met the stone counter.
She shifted to the side to flee, but he intercepted her with an arm to block that direction, and before she could go the other way, he cut off her escape with the other, just like last time.
“I don’t appreciate the game, dragon,” she stated in a low, disapproving tone, tentatively reaching out. Please be real. Please be real. She pressed her fingertips to his chest to push him back, and rough cloth greeted her.
“I think you’re lying, little witch,” he said, bending to come down to her eye level.
She couldn’t meet his gaze. For once, she didn’t have the strength. She didn’t want to be lost in those depthless twin rubies, or for them to see the truth in her own eyes – her conflicting wants, and how... how nervous she was.
Why is he doing this?
“Kier,” she whispered. “Please give me space.”
“What if I don’t want to?” he quipped, his eyes dancing downward to look her over. “I’m not as obedient as I pretend to be.”
Such words instantly had chagrin racing through her, and she finally met his gaze with a foul, slicing glare. “And I’m not as submissive as I pretend to be,” she bit.
One side of his mouth quirked with humour, making him appear roguish. “There she is.”
She had no idea what that meant; it also didn’t matter.
Kier grabbed the sides of her face, tilted it upwards, and swooped down, clashing their mouths together.
Firm lips pressed to hers as emotions bombarded her.
Desire, affection, confusion, doubt. Each one pulled her in different directions, each one invasive and foreign.
They clamped at her throat, nearly suffocating, and her hands fisted his tunic.
She froze, unable to move, speak, or breathe.
Oh gods. Her nipples pearled while arousal quickly pooled between her thighs, lust crashing through her, while her stomach knotted from the apprehension he obviously felt, as well as her own.
She hated that pull. Hated that it gave her no context. All she knew was that she felt those negative emotions from him and it tainted the experience.
Yet his mouth was warm, his passionate kiss hard and unyielding, and his firm lips were also soft as he brushed them over her gasping ones. Warmth pulsed through her, bleeding into her veins and suffusing her skin. Her heart yearned to return it properly, that feeling her own.
He pulled back, only releasing her lips and not her face, keeping the contact and the tether between them, and Carwyn panted.
His pupils were already dilated, but they widened further at her appearance – the likely stain of her blush, and how her chest heaved, showcasing her taut nipples.
Her own desire deepened when he slowly licked his top lip, and then his bottom one.
It may have been subtle, but it spoke carnally. He was stealing another taste of her, one from his own lips.
Then he pulled her back in, and Carwyn faltered. The confusion and doubts from before had ebbed, leaving behind the true depths of need, and she moaned. Her body exploded and her hands palmed up his chest so they could slip over his shoulders as she tilted her head and eagerly greeted his lips.
Dizziness caused her eyes to flicker before she closed them.
Her body swayed closer, seeking more contact, and she even threaded her fingers into the back of his hair.
Silky strands greeted her, and she couldn’t help fisting them.
Kier’s groan tingled her lips as he shot his hand down to her arse to yank her towards him until they were flush, then shoved her against the counter so she was utterly trapped.
His cock lay long, thick, and rigid across his hip, and it was like a brand against her abdomen. Her pussy instantly clenched in want, and her hips swayed, her clit seeking friction.
It’s been so long since I was kissed. And this one was hotter, rougher, meaner. The hint of fangs pricked her lower lip, punctuating his desire, and then his tongue came forward to soothe the sting, only to delve deeper. She moaned around it, just as his cock shoved against her lower belly.
She hadn’t needed the physical evidence to show that he was turned on – she could feel it, taste it, and she was experiencing it within her body – yet it heated her all the same.
It was all-consuming, causing her to pant wildly against his lips as she battled languidness under the onslaught of his need.
I can’t breathe, her mind whispered. It’s too much.
If this was what dragons felt when they were overcome by desire, she didn’t know how they managed to keep it in their metaphorical pants. It was too strong, too overwhelming; it was frazzling her brain.
She couldn’t think. All she wanted to do was bring him closer until she consumed him, until he eradicated her under the flames of passion. She wanted to be so broken apart by pleasure that it altered her on a spiritual level.
Her arousal was spiralling with his, swirling inside her until it brought her to an inconceivable, frightening depth.
His mouth was so soft, his saliva sweet, his fanged nips feral, and the combination ached her. The warm skin of his nape under her palms made her hands tremble.
Then he broke away. But rather than give her space, give her room to collect a single thought, he dived forward to lash his tongue against her throat. Panting with little whimpers, she arched her head to the side for more.
For so much more – her soul yearned for it.
The skirt of her dress was hiked up. A hand softly slapped against her pubic mound, heavy and rushed. For a moment, her mind snagged on what she should do, and her thighs clamped together. Only for them to part when the tip of a finger slid over her clit and pleasure jolted through her.
His other hand joined the first beneath the layers of her dress to grasp the back of her bare thigh and lift it so her knee was at his side. He spread her as his teeth bit down on her flesh, only to soothe the sharp sting with messy, wet kisses.
She tipped her head back as her eyes peeked open to a murky ceiling, drowning in the sensations bombarding her.
Everything was too bright and too dim, too clear and yet too blurred.
It was too much at once, and she sobbed out her next broken moan when he pressed her clit, then gave it a firm stroke.
“Fuck, Carwyn. You’re so wet,” Kier grated out with a groan.
Her eyes crinkled because she knew. She was so turned on that the pool of her arousal had overflowed and started dripping. She was so completely soaked that even his fingers rubbing circles over the sensitive bud were saturated in her.
She fisted his hair tighter to hold on as she used him and the counter behind her to keep herself upright.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes snapped open when he slid further between her folds and speared her with a finger, and she was so soft right then that she easily accepted it. Her pussy clung to it desperately, spasming and quivering around the intrusion in welcome, greedy and hungry.
He thrust it in and out of her, his panted breaths turning laboured. They were hot as they danced across her kiss-damp skin. When his tongue lashed over her speedy pulse, goosebumps cascaded down her body.
Then he squeezed a second finger inside her, and her hips frantically tilted in greeting. The stretch was so welcome she bucked into his hand, hoping he’d quickly chase her orgasm so she could fall into bliss.
A little more. Her body arched into his repeatedly, matching his pumping rhythm as her gaze pinched in anguish. Please. Oh gods. Make me come. If she didn’t reach climax, she feared this intense need would incinerate her.
Her nails on one hand bit into his scalp while her other hand fisted his hair to the point that it had to hurt.
Her breasts brushed back and forth against his chest, and it teased her hard nipples, sending sparks throughout her body.
She wished they were naked so she could feel every inch of their skin pressed together.
She wanted his mouth back on hers so she could do little more than release pathetic, soft cries.
When she got closer, one of her hands shot down to claw at his tunic-covered upper back. She clung, refusing to give him space so he couldn’t get away and leave her like this, aching and desperate for release.