Chapter 26
M y eyelids slowly opened to a crackling fire in the fireplace just beyond the bed, where we lay under my white fluffy duvet. Draevyn’s skin warmed mine as his heart beat against my ear. I gathered he must have gotten up at some point to light the fire, the warm air blanketing the room a welcome feel against my naked body. My fingers began tracing circles across the firm dips of muscle on his chest. I was content to lie there forever and never face the world beyond the bedroom door again—a world filled with what I’d done and what I must continue to do. A heavy sigh escaped my lips.
“What’s wrong, nanichi ?” he murmured, the vibrations of his deep voice tickling my ear.
I draped my leg across his hips, positioning myself on top of him, my chin coming to rest upon his firm chest. His hooded gaze did things.
Really delicious things.
“I don’t want to leave the room,” I confessed.
Draevyn chuckled as he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my tipped ear. “I’m afraid we must leave the bedroom if you are to rule the queendom.”
“I don’t want to rule the queendom.”
“I know you don’t mean that.”
I sighed. “I don’t mean that.”
“We’re going to need to work on your mental toughness.”
My brows dipped. “Are you saying I’m not mentally tough?”
“You were never taught to mentally prepare yourself to take a life in self-defense.”
“No. They failed to teach that in marine biology.”
“Yes, they wouldn’t need to.” Draevyn’s hands went under my arms as he dragged me up his body—a chaste kiss rewarding my journey. “But I digress. There’s an even more important reason to leave the room.”
Another kiss. “Even more important than ruling the queendom?”
The tips of his rough fingers traced lazily up and down my spine, and my skin pebbled. “We need to present ourselves at Guake’te.”
His aqua-green eyes sharpened on me. I’d had lovers in the past, none that were too memorable. They were simply there to scratch an itch. But Draevyn was something entirely different. There was no denying what I felt when we came together as one—the inexplicable pull I felt in my chest, almost like a tether that was barely there before, that had strengthened instantly. I didn’t know how this male I’d only met a few months ago, who seemed so familiar to my soul in so many ways, managed to crawl into my heart. But he did.
“I felt it,” I admitted in a whisper.
He rolled on top of me, his lips claiming mine as I gripped the long strands of his hair. He pulled back a little, and his smile was so bright, it was blinding. “Thank Atabey. I dreaded it was just me.” He bent down, pressing his soft lips between my breasts right where I could’ve sworn I felt the tether. “It’s right here, isn’t it?” he asked. I could only nod as he coasted his lips to capture my pebbled nipple in his warm mouth. His masterful tongue swirled around the tip, his lips wrapping around the stiff peak and sucking it vigorously, causing my core to tighten. A moan escaped my lips, and he hummed in delight against my breast. “I live for that sound you make,” he said as he captured the other rosy bud, giving it the same mind-blowing treatment. I rocked my hips against him, desperate for the friction. His amused gaze lifted to me with a smirk. “Patience, my Queen.”
Draevyn rose to kneel between my legs, his rough hands coming to my knees and pushing them apart—exposing me to him. I bit my lip at his appraisal—his eyes worshiping me, devouring me. “Your pussy is already wet for me, Asherah.” He reached down, sliding a finger through my desire till he reached the top. His deliciously skilled thumb circled my sensitive bud and continued its assault as if possessed. Swirl after swirl caused my composure to slip. And I didn’t care that I was wild with lust and need. I lost myself to him—his ministrations sending me into madness.
“Oh my God,” I called as my legs began to twitch.
“Yes, Asherah. Today, I am your god. And I command you to come for me.”
Draevyn’s fingers thrust inside me, stretching me, as his thumb tortured me into ecstasy. My release came as he curled his finger on the most sensitive spot. No shame could keep me from grabbing his arm and grinding against him.
“More,” I begged.
He removed his hand from my core, and I whimpered at the absence. But absence suddenly turned into anticipation.
Draevyn lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders and lined his straining erection up to my throbbing center—the thick tip pushing inside me. “Your wish is my command.”
His hips pitched forward and he was deep inside me. I screamed in ecstasy at the intrusion. His considerable girth stretched me wide to the point of pain, but the pleasure that followed erased the sting. His hips pistoned into me as his tongue swirled on the inside of my ankle. My fingers dug into the soft cotton sheets to steady myself through the delectable pounding. His fingers pressed into my hips as he lifted them to hit the most delicious spot. “You are mine, Asherah,” he growled. “My bonded. My mate. Mine . Say it.”
“Yours. I’m yours,” I cried.
He circled my clit again, and I shuddered around him. With two quick thrusts, he came with the most toe-curling groan. I’d never tire of watching him lose himself. It was my new addiction.
The tether to him pulled, and we gasped—his strong body collapsing beside me and his lips claiming mine most sensually. We lay there staring at one another with our heads digging into our cushy white pillows. I’d never tire of the adoration I saw there. I’d never thought anyone would look at me that way.
“I can’t wait to start our forever,” he whispered.
The smile that emerged on my face was so at odds with the internal conflict awaiting within. “Me too.” But my gaze briefly shifted to the bedroom door, where the weight of the world hovered—waiting for us to emerge. But not yet.
Not yet.