Chapter 40 #2
I’m a puddle at his feet as I slowly reach out, grabbing onto his shirt with one gentle hand, and slowly, hesitantly pulling him toward me.
His eyes burn with a fiery intensity. “I feel like I’m not even breathing air when you’re near me. I’m just breathing you. And if I don’t get enough, I’m slowly dying inside. I can never get enough,” he says quietly against my lips.
His head pulls back just enough to take me in, his eyes dancing from my chest to my lips to my eyes. “Just tell me you forgive me.”
I shake my head, unable to fight the grin on my face. “Shut up.”
He smirks, and his strong hands grab my hair on both sides of my head, pulling my face toward him. It’s borderline rough the way he takes me, and I like it.
His lips meet mine in a hungry claim, his tongue swirling into my mouth immediately as he lets out a groan into my mouth.
Oh, this is the uninhibited, feral side of Daegan. The one that doesn’t hold back. It’s making me wet already.
He lifts me up with ease, pushing my back against the wall, and I can feel his hard arousal against my center as I wrap my legs around him.
I whimper into his mouth and he pulls back, his eyes dark and heavy with desire as he looks at my lips, my face. He leans in, whispering in my ear. “Don’t you dare make that noise again unless you want me to take you right here in this fucking hallway.”
I almost make the noise again. I can’t help it. I want him so bad, the pulsing between my legs turns into an aching need that only he can alleviate.
“Then take me upstairs,” I moan as I lean in to kiss his swollen lips again.
“Fuck.” His hips press into me as he leans his forehead against mine, clutching my ass with both hands.
If anyone comes down this hallway, they’re going to see a whole lot of my legs, because my dress is hiked up an indecent amount.
“Please don’t make me beg again,” I whisper against his lips. The minty flavor mixed with his usual scent is making me wild.
He lets out a growl, then turns and carries me up the stairs as I kiss along his neck, somehow getting us into the room without him ever letting go of me.
A trickle of nerves is setting in now, but I still want him. So badly.
He sets me on the edge of the bed, then steps back and removes his holsters while keeping his eyes on me the whole time. When he’s done he steps closer, seeming unhurried now, and gets on one knee in front of me. He grabs my leg and slowly unlaces my boot, taking his time.
“I’ve… never done this,” I admit in a whisper.
He smirks at me, almost eye level with me now. “I know,” he says softly. “I don’t need any fancy tricks, Elysande. I just fucking need you.”
He finishes loosening the laces off the first boot with his long fingers, which shouldn’t be that hot, but it is. He removes it slowly and then starts on the next one.
“I read in a book one time…” he says casually as he tugs at the laces of my other boot. “Love can shift a person’s entire priorities, throw their plans completely off course and change everything they thought they knew, everything they stood for…”
My stomach flips and my mouth dries as his cobalt eyes meet mine.
Then they flick down again, focusing on his task.
He’s taking his time. “I always thought it was stupid. A little too dramatic for me personally. And it stuck with me for that reason. As a reminder, I guess, to never be that foolish.”
My chest expands as I remind myself to breathe, waiting for him to continue.
I take in the sight of this giant male bent in front of me, removing my boots with care, speaking to me so smoothly that my stomach flutters.
His shoulder muscles work as his fingers loosen the laces, and I get the urge to run my hands through his beautiful, perfectly tousled hair.
“But I was the stupid one,” he says in a smooth, sure tone as he removes the second boot and meets my eyes.
He reaches his arms around my head as he holds eye contact and I feel him gently untie my braid and untangle it with his fingers, letting my long hair fall freely. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.
I swallow as he leans back down and begins to trail slow kisses up my leg, glancing up at me with a smirk.
He pulls the slit in my dress aside, and that spot between my legs begins to ache again.
Half my thigh is exposed. I look down and see his massive hand grasping it, fingers making indents as he claims me in that simple way, and it does something to me.
“Daegan, I need you.”
He chuckles, then grabs the shoulders of my dress on both sides. “I really want to rip this off you, but you look too pretty in it.”
Instead, he pulls it down my chest, exposing my silk undergarments, then down my hips as I lift them a little, holding on to his strong shoulders for balance. Then he tosses it aside.
He takes me in as he kneels between my legs, his hands at the crease of my hips in a firm grip as his eyes travel from between my legs, up my belly, and to my breasts. “Fuck,” he growls with a roll of his neck.
I grab his hair and pull his face to my mouth.
I can’t take it anymore. I need more of him.
He nips at my lips with his teeth then explores my mouth with his tongue as he pulls my hips closer to him, his hands digging in harder.
I gasp into his mouth, then he pulls away and immediately lifts a hand to rip my bra off.
He stares at my exposed breasts for a moment with a hungry look before putting his mouth all over them, biting at my nipples and making me moan more.
“Dammit.” I’m panting, unable to think straight as he brings me closer and closer to the edge without even touching me where I want it most.
“I need to taste you first,” he mumbles as he kisses down my stomach.
A shock shoots to my center, making me even wetter with his velvety voice.
He leans back and rips his shirt over his head, exposing his chiseled abs and large shoulders, then he pushes me back onto the bed and pulls my legs roughly to the end of it.
He leans down and lightly traces over my underwear with his breath and soft kisses.
“Fuck,” he mumbles with a smirk as he kisses right on top of my clit over the fabric.
He slowly pulls them aside and I almost cry out as his mouth finally connects where I need it most.
He lets out a groan as he runs his tongue slowly and thoroughly from my opening up to my clit.
And then he goes faster. Up and down, in and out, swirling around and around, driving me mad.
I’m panting, desperate for more as I grind my hips against his mouth, and he laughs against me, sending even more sensations through me.
His hands grip my ass so hard it probably leaves marks.
I love that he’s claiming me in that way.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”
The knowledge that he’s been thinking about tasting me sends a fucking thrill through me. I’m on the edge, the tension about to release, when he pulls back.
He must sense it, because he smirks up at me like the bastard he is. “Not yet.”