Page 56 of A Storm in Every Heart (Enchanted Legacies #2)
ODESSA, PRESENT
K astian breaks our kiss, panting hard. “What are you thinking right now?”
I let out a wild gasp. “I don’t know.”
Eyes darting over my face, as if searching for my reaction, he grips my waist, pulling me flush against him.
Then, he slides his palms down the curve of my waist to my hips.
The tips of his fingers graze the short, ragged hem of what’s left of my dress, then slip beneath the fabric, brushing over the skin of my thighs. “What about now?”
I shiver, struggling to focus on anything but his fingers inching higher on my thigh. “I’m—I’m thinking I should stop this before it’s too late.”
He laughs darkly as his fingers reach the edge of my panties, skimming over the lace at the point that my thigh meets my hip.
“What’s funny?” I ask breathlessly.
“You.”
My eyes narrow, but my retort gets lost in a gasp when he hooks his fingers around the lace of my panties and tugs them down over my hips, letting the fabric fall around my knees, locking my legs together. The cool air meets my sensitive skin, and I swear I’m going to catch fire.
Kastian bends his head, pressing his face into my shoulder. He lets out a breath, and I can feel it warm against my ear. “It’s hilarious that you believe you can still run away from this. It’s already way too late, Princess. You’re already mine.”
I suck in a sharp breath; shock or arousal or fear, I’m not really sure.
I try to step away, but his fingers tighten on my bare hips holding me close.
At the same time, his lips trail down my jaw, nipping at the edge of my chin and then my throat, tongue hot and wet against my pulse.
I shudder, every inch of me alive and raw.
He makes a low possessive sound in my ear. “I love how even when you’re lying to yourself, you’re still so fucking wet for me.”
I make a small, pathetic sound of half-hearted protest. “You can’t know that, I’m not?—”
Without warning, he reaches between my legs and cups me, his large hand covering my entire mound as if it belongs to him. He curls his fingers, drawing them through my center, and a whimper escapes my lips.
“Sorry, what were you going to say?” he asks in my ear as, with the heel of his hand pressed hard against my clit, he shoves two fingers inside me.
“ Fuck —” My whimper turns into a strangled scream.
My back arches, and my hands land on his shoulders. I dig my nails in, desperate for something to keep me grounded in reality. My pulse pounds in my core, throbbing around his fingers. He’s not even fucking me with them, just holding me there, captive and entirely under his control.
Kastian pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.
Fingers still buried inside me, he holds my gaze, and our heavy breathing falls into sync.
His dark eyes are hypnotic, refusing to let me look away.
Refusing to let me forget for even a second who’s touching me.
Who’s making every nerve in my body light on fire.
As the seconds drag by, my skin heats and frustration takes over. I roll my hips, desperate for friction.
Kastian laughs again, and grips me tighter, nearly lifting my feet off the ground with one hand. “You can’t have it both ways, Dessa. You can’t be dripping wet and begging me to fuck you and keep insisting that there’s nothing between us.”
His fingers curl inside me, punctuating his point, and I let out a moan. It’s overwhelming—more than pleasure, almost pain, the kind that makes my brain shut off and my body take over.
“Fine,” I gasp.
“Fine what?”
“Fine, I give up. I want you, but?—”
He doesn’t seem to care about what I was going to say next. At my admission, suddenly he’s moving again, sliding his fingers out of me and pulling me to the ground. In seconds, my panties are gone from around my ankles and I’m straddling his lap, my knees digging into the dirt.
He cups my ass and pulls me flush against his hard cock straining against his trousers.
I move against him, rolling my hips and creating a satisfying friction.
The coarse fabric of his trousers brushes against my clit, making it throb, and I feel the initial stirrings of an orgasm growing deep in my belly.
He tugs the sleeves and neckline of my dress down until my breasts spill free.
His mouth is on me in the next instant, hot and hungry, lips parting around my nipple.
He bites and sucks as if marking territory, and the shock of pleasure is immediate and electric, snapping straight from his tongue to the base of my spine, making my toes curl and my legs nearly give out.
All my breath shudders out in a ragged moan, my body arching into him, desperate and greedy for more.
I rock my hips over the hard length of him, faster until I’m whimpering, writhing, nearly incoherent.
The roughness of his trousers is torturous and perfect, and I dig my nails into the back of his neck, silently begging for more.
He looks up at me, lips swollen and wet, a deep flush creeping up his throat. I can’t get enough of him, and he knows it. He crushes me to his chest, hands everywhere at once; squeezing my ass, palming my breast, sliding up my bare thigh to stroke between my legs.
I’m gasping, wordless, and he presses his lips to my ear. “That’s it. Let go for me.”
My entire world narrows down to the heat of his touch and the dizzying rush of blood in my ears. My hips rock against him, frantic, and his fingers find my slickness again, circling and teasing until my knees buckle and I’m sobbing with need.
“Louder,” Kastian demands.
I obey instantly, crying out, not caring how loud I am or who might be listening. Let the whole damn continent hear; let them know I tried to resist and failed, gloriously. Spectacularly.
Looking pleased, Kastian kisses me again, slower this time, as if memorizing the taste and shape of my mouth. His hands never leave my skin, mapping out every inch of me.
He gently shifts me backward off his lap, guiding me down toward the ground. As he leans over me, our eyes meet for a moment before I slide back further. Suddenly, I feel the cool, damp sensation of the muddy riverbank against my back, the squelch of wet earth clinging to my clothes.
I stop moving, and Kastian must sense the shift in me, because he slows, eyes searching my face. “What’s wrong?”
I shake, still out of breath. “We’re getting—” I gesture at my bare legs, the mud, at the both of us, “—absolutely filthy.”
He laughs and cups my face, kissing me hard and fast before pulling back. “You really would have made a perfect princess. Far too dignified to fuck in the mud.”
A flush crawls up my neck. “I wouldn’t say that’s a particularly high bar.”
“Maybe not, but I hadn’t even noticed. I can’t think about anything but how fucking good you’re going to feel wrapped around my cock.”
Good gods.
Another wave of heat coats my skin as Kastian stands to his full height, taking me with him. My legs wrap instinctively around his hips, and I cling to the back of his neck, helplessly aware of how good it feels to be in his arms, of how I never want to be anywhere else.
He carries me away from the river’s edge. I cling tighter, and the movement presses his cock harder against me through the rough fabric of his pants. I can feel his heartbeat thrumming where my thighs grip his waist, and the urge to writhe against him is almost overwhelming.
“Where are we going?” I manage, voice unsteady.
He nods at our battered little rowboat, pulled up half-heartedly on the shore.
“You’re going to have your way with me in this boat?” I ask, smiling. “That’s quite a feat of acrobatics.”
Of course, Kastian doesn’t understand my reference, but he smiles anyway and steps into the boat, taking me with him.
The boat rocks alarmingly, and for a second I’m convinced we’re going to capsize.
But he moves with surprising grace, lowering me onto a seat and then dropping to his knees in front of me, half-kneeling in the hull.
I just stare at him kneeling in front of me, my head spinning.
He’s devastatingly, heart-stoppingly handsome. His features could be sculpted from stone, and his dark eyes exude an aura of power and intensity that could shatter worlds. His gaze locks onto mine with such ferocity and possessiveness that it feels like I am the very center of his universe.
I want him so badly it aches.
I reach down and grip the hem of my ruined dress, dragging it over my head, leaving me bare before him.
Kastian’s tongue darts over his lips as his eyes drag down my body. “My gods, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
The corners of my mouth tip up in a smug smile. I usually hate being told how beautiful I am, but suddenly I love it.
He runs his palms up my thighs, slow and reverent, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me.
He bends and follows his hands with his lips, dragging his mouth up my inner thigh and leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses.
When he reaches the spot between my legs, he pauses, like he’s savoring it—savoring me—like I’m the last thing he’ll ever taste.
He slides his hands under my ass and pulls me to the very edge of the seat, pressing my knees up and out until I’m shamefully, helplessly open. The air is cold on my slick skin, but his breath is hot, and he doesn’t waste any more time.
His mouth descends on me—hungry, greedy, relentless. His tongue works magic, curling and flicking, and I arch back, hands fisted in the edge of the boat, knuckles white. I think I might actually black out from the intensity, from the way he devours me.
He pulls away just long enough to look up at me, lips glistening, eyes wild. “You taste so fucking good,” he says, and before I can think of anything to say, he ducks back down, tongue plunging into me again, and all I can do is writhe and take it.
He devours me, and when I start to shake, when I feel that second warning pulse at the base of my spine, he grins against me and doubles down.