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Esmyra

E smyra and Draevyn moved in silence through the castle's dimly lit corridors, their footsteps soft, but the tension between them lingered. Every glance, every small brush of his hand against hers as they walked, sent a spark through her.

They halted as they reached their opposing doors, both unwilling to break the silence that had grown thick as they left the lagoon. She hesitated, her hand on the door’s knob, looking back at him.

Draevyn leaned into her. “It appears this is ‘goodnight,’ Esmyra.” His voice was low, laced with a hint of mischief.

Esmyra didn’t answer right away, just met his gaze, searching his face. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes—the burning desire, the restrained intensity that mirrored her rush of emotions.

Biting her bottom lip, she turned and pressed her back against her chamber’s door, pushing it open. She pointed beyond the door with her chin, the gesture an invitation, as she walked through.

Draevyn followed her without a word.

Inside, her room was quiet, only the faint rustle of curtains as a gentle breeze filtered in through the open window. He shut the door behind them, and as he turned back to her, the weight of what they were feeling pressed down heavily.

Esmyra moved toward him, feeling her walls slip further.

Her guard dropped as he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers before moving up to cradle her face.

She closed the distance, her breath mingling with his, just as it had at the lagoon, as the unspoken tension spilled into something undeniably real.

Their noses brushed. “We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered, hating the words the moment they slipped past her lips.

“You’re right. We shouldn’t.” His answer may as well have been a dagger through her heart.

Esmyra lifted her stare to his, feeling entirely bare beneath his gaze as he drank her in.

“Fuck it.” Draevyn’s voice was raw as he leaned in, capturing her mouth with his.

The world outside faded to nothing as she melted into him, losing herself to the certainty that, in this moment, neither of them were willing to let go.

His mouth never left hers as his knees bent, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her thighs, heaving her body up into his hold. He held her there as their kiss deepened.

Draevyn carried her to the bed and gently placed her down atop the sheets. “Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching hers in the low light.

Esmyra answered by leaning back on her elbows, gazing up at him.

A talon slid from her finger, and he watched as she brought it to her chest and sliced down the front of her still-soaked gown, exposing her bare breasts as the fabric fell to the sides.

Her nipples tightened under his ravenous stare, but he didn’t move, looking as if every ounce of his self-control was being held by a thread.

Esmyra stood, their chests separated by mere inches, and brought her lips to his ear, watching goosebumps form along the skin of his neck. “Take me, Drae,” she breathed, and that was all the permission he needed.

His hands raced to the front of her gown that clung to her, and he tore the remaining fabric all the way down the front of its skirt. And then her entire body was bare before him, her pussy growing slick beneath his blazing stare .

With a savage grin, her remaining talons extended. She placed her hand on his shoulder before slowly slicing through his shirt, leaving only tattered shreds in their wake.

Draevyn gently pushed her back down to the bed, and as her back hit the mattress, he pulled himself onto her. The feel of his bare chest against hers had a subtle moan escaping her as he claimed her mouth with his.

His calloused hands traveled down her body, halting at her sensitive nipples before taking one between his thumb and forefinger, taunting her with his caress.

Draevyn’s muscular arms caged her against the bed, and his hardened length pressed against her as he ravaged her body. His tongue ran across her lower lip, begging for access, and she immediately opened for him, their tongues colliding in a dance.

Esmyra’s clit throbbed to the beat of her racing pulse as Draevyn’s cock settled against her, bulging through his pants.

A breathy moan left her, and Draevyn groaned. He pulled himself away, and she instantly missed the weight of him on her, nearly letting out a hiss as he left—until she realized the reason.

Draevyn lowered himself onto his knees, sliding his hands beneath her thighs as he pulled her closer to him, guiding her body down the bed.

“Drae, what are you doing?”

His mouth was on her a second later in answer. Draevyn’s tongue ran from her opening to her clit, swirling around it in a tease that had a gasp erupt from her.

Esmyra glanced down, and all she could see was his fire-fueled whiskey eyes, watching her.

Heat flooded her body, feeling as if she would burst into flames— his flames even, and the thought only aroused her more.

Her moans came in desperate, panting gasps as he sucked and licked her pussy as if savoring his last meal.

Draevyn moaned against her sensitive flesh, as if her pleasure was his own, and her hips bucked in answer, her body feeling like it was about to burst. Then, without warning, he slid a single finger into her entrance—sliding it in and out three times before adding a second one, curling them slightly with each pump as he held his tongue against her clit.

With each movement of his fingers, little whimpers escaped her, and the pressure of release ached to consume her with every subtle movement.

Draevyn withdrew his fingers from her and crawled halfway up her body. “Too much, Wildfire?”

The nickname made her ravenous.

She reached out, talons lightly digging into the skin of his shoulder as she pushed him backward, wearing a wicked grin. Esmyra fell to her knees beside the bed as she slowly unbuttoned Draevyn’s pants.

“Esmyra…” Her name was a whisper, a plea. “You don’t have t?—”

“Shh,” she cut him off, glaring. She reached in and wrapped her hand around his thick length before pulling it out on display before her. His cock twitched in her hand, and it was so thick that her fingers barely met around his girth.

Draevyn groaned, and she reveled in watching him come undone by her.

While she stroked his cock, she placed her tongue on the underside of his tip, earning yet another growl of pleasure from him.

Suddenly, the torches lining the walls of the room erupted—his flames consuming the soft merlights.

“Fuck,” he growled, but Esmyra was too entranced by how intensely her touch affected him.

Her tongue swirled over the head of his cock, and his thighs shook as she wrapped her hands around them, holding him in place as she took him to the back of her throat.

Esmyra’s pussy grew more soaked with each passing second, dripping down her inner thighs as she licked and kissed every inch of his shaft.

His hand reached for her hair, coiling the midnight waves around his wrist to get it out of her way as she sucked his cock.

She took his entire length in her mouth a final time. It jerked at the tightness of her throat, before slowly releasing her hold, wrapping her tongue around the head before lapping at the moisture that built there over her teasing.

“All gods,” he groaned.

Esmyra looked up at him through her lashes and imagined herself being consumed by the blaze in his stare. “Do you wish for me to stop?” She couldn’t even help her grin before licking her lips.

She kissed the tip of his cock, and it was as if it unleashed him—the beast he’d been holding back.

The Phoenix .

Draevyn leaned down and picked her up, throwing her effortlessly over his shoulder. “You’re so naughty, Wildfire.”

The gesture was so simple, so possessive , and it had her salivating as she wondered what he planned to do next.

Esmyra yelped as he gave her ass a hard smack, before throwing her back down onto the bed.

Her body bounced as it hit the mattress, but Draevyn was on top of her a moment later.

His mouth was on her, their tongues colliding through their panting breaths.

She groaned into his mouth as she felt the head of his cock resting against her entrance, just begging for her to move her hips slightly to sink on to it.

Draevyn pulled back from their kiss, brushing his nose against hers.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me here and now that you want this.” His gaze left her breathless, her body vibrating as if surging with lightning.

He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “Tell me you want to be fucked, Wildfire.”

When Draevyn pulled back to meet Esmyra’s stare, her lips parted. Chest heaving, she answered, “I want you to fuck me, Drae.”

A grin twitched the corner of his lips as he pushed his cock into her inch by inch, his size stretching her pussy, and making her gasp out beneath him.

It was an overwhelming ache that set her whole body aflame.

Draevyn worked slowly, carefully moving his cock in and out as she adjusted to him. They both watched as he moved in her, his shaft glistening with her wetness beneath the torchlight.

Esmyra’s eyes rolled back as she lifted her hips slightly, a moan slipping from her. His hands moved to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples as he watched her writhe beneath him.

“Does my cock feel good inside of you, Esmyra?” She whimpered as her name left his lips. “Or is this too much for you?” he asked, and she didn’t have to look at him to know his grin was downright devilish.

Her eyes opened to find him staring down at her as his hips thrusted into her. “More,” she taunted. “I need more.”

With a groan, Draevyn shoved his cock inside of her before leaning down and taking her mouth again—the heat of his chest against hers made it feel like their bodies were tangled in an insatiable inferno. His constant, perfect rhythm had her back arching off the bed.