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Thirty-Five

ELSPETH

I turned in the water with a rueful smile on my face.

Draven blinked a few times as if he still hadn’t processed what I was saying. Then he met my gaze and grabbed his shirt, yanking it over his head and revealing the corded muscles of his arms. His torso was lean and muscular, and I wanted to touch him, to feel his hard body.

He grabbed his trousers, pulling them down to reveal his thick, hard length.

The area between my legs ached with need at the sight of him as he walked into the pool, wading closer until he was right in front of me.

“What now?” I asked.

“I have a few ideas,” he said, voice low. He reached out and pulled me to him. “Ever since you kissed me in that closet, I’ve been consumed by you. By your lips. By your scent.” He leaned down and inhaled. “By every part of you.”

He captured my mouth with his and kissed me hard with an urgency I felt to my core. I pressed myself against him, threading my hands in his hair while he wound his arms around my back, caging me. His skin was warm and wet against my own.

“Kissing you is like fighting with you,” I said, breathing hard. A sparring of mouths, teeth, tongues—full of passion and fire. “It makes me want more. It makes me never want to stop.”

He smirked. “Kissing or fighting?”

I placed my hands on either side of his face and drew his mouth back to mine. He bit my bottom lip, and I moaned at that small thread of pleasure and pain mixing.

“I love hearing the sounds you make,” he said. “They drive me fucking wild. You drive me fucking wild.”

He lifted me, cupping my butt. His hands squeezed tight, kneading into my skin. I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us toward the cliff, kissing me the entire time, devouring my mouth with his. We were practically plastered to each other, and still it didn’t feel like we were close enough. Somehow I needed more.

My back met the warm, smooth stone as he pushed me up against it. A small ledge was cut into the rock, and he lifted me onto it, spreading my legs and positioning his head right between them.

He looked up at me with his dark gaze. “I want to taste you, and then I want to fuck you.”

“I think we can manage that,” I said, already tilting my pelvis up toward his mouth, desperate for some release.

“Good. Because I’ve been dying to do this.” He dragged his tongue down my slit, and I threw my head back in ecstasy.

His tongue made slow, languid strokes over my center. I braced my hands on either side of the little alcove where I was perched, legs thrown over Draven’s shoulders as he devoured me. He licked and sucked and plunged his tongue inside of me like I was a feast, and he was a starving man. Hell fucking fire, my body melted under his touch, under his mouth. I’d never have guessed this grumpy, severe man could make me feel things I’d never felt before. I groaned out in pleasure as pressure built in my core, spreading out to my thighs and stomach.

“I’ve wanted to know how you tasted,” he said, pressing kisses to my clit, so featherlight and opposite of the way he’d just been ravaging me.

That pressure. I needed it back. The absence of his tongue suddenly felt like the worst kind of torture. I lifted my pelvis again, and he laughed, the sound low and rumbling through me.

“What’s the verdict?” I asked, breathless.

“You don’t already know?” He dragged his tongue down my center again and made me gasp. “You’re fucking delicious. Just like I knew you’d be. I’m starting to regret that I’m doing this here.” He licked again.

“Why?” I asked, barely able to handle the teasing. I wanted him to feast on me again, to give me what I craved.

“Because right now I’m badly wishing you could sit on my face, ride my mouth the way you did my hand.”

Oh, sweet hellfire. His words nearly made me come right then and there. My thighs trembled as he set his mouth over me, teeth gently scraping my clit while his tongue once again applied that delicious pressure.

“Draven,” I whimpered.

His tongue, his mouth, was going to destroy me, and I was ready. I wanted to be demolished. Wrecked. Ruined for all other men.

My core turned molten, and I tightened my thighs around him, my body clenching as my release came hard and swift. By the end, I was panting, hands clenching the edges of the stone so hard it cut into my palms.

Draven grabbed me by my waist and gently lifted me down into the water. I collapsed into his hard, lean chest, letting my hands press into the thick curls of dark hair covering his pecs.

I let out another long breath, then looked up at him. “That was impressive, Mr. Darkstone.”

“Good.” He leaned down to kiss me. “Because I will be doing that again, and next time you will be on my face.”

No man had ever talked to me this way. Like he worshipped every part of my body. His hard length pressed against my inner thigh, which was already trembling again as desire filled me.

“Who knew you had such a way with words?” I shot him a rueful smile.

He didn’t return the smile, his gaze serious as he looked down at me. “I don’t. I’m often terrible with my words. But you make it easy. When I look at you, when I’m holding you, the words just come.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. This all felt like it was happening so fast, and it was so intense. He was so intense.

“So you mentioned something about fucking me?” I trailed a finger down his chest, and he hummed.

“I did.”

I reached under the water and gripped his length in my hand, giving it a few pumps that made his eyes roll back as he groaned.

“You’re going to wreck me, Elspeth Moonflower,” he said.

He’d already wrecked me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. “Only in the best way,” I said as I leaned up and kissed him.

I tilted my pelvis forward, letting his hard length rest right at my entrance. It had been so long since I’d been with a man. And Draven wasn’t just any man. He was different in all the best ways, but I wasn’t ready to admit it out loud, to let myself fully embrace this. Today was about sex. It was about distractions. Nothing else.

Draven pressed me up against the smooth rock of the cliff. He cupped my butt, and I wrapped my legs around him once again as he pushed inside of me, filling me so completely. “Fuck, you feel divine,” he said.

He pumped in and out, slow and steady, and I rocked with his movements, both of us finding our rhythm. Our bodies were in sync in a way I’d never have thought possible. But it just worked. We worked. He rammed into me again, and every thought fled my mind as pleasure burst inside of me.

He leaned his head down and took a breast in his mouth as he continued thrusting. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling over my peaked nipple. I clung to him, barely hanging on. He was already going to make me come again.

I rode his length hard, grinding against him as his pace quickened and he sucked harder on my nipple. He moved his mouth to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Water sloshed around us, splashing me in the face, splattering my body, but I didn’t care about any of it. I only cared about Draven and the way he was turning my body to clay.

When he lifted his head, his eyes were glazed over with desire, and his mouth crashed into mine. His kisses were frenzied, laced with so much need, and I kissed him back with the same fervor. I wasn’t sure how sex could feel this good. It had always been pleasurable, but this might very well become an addiction. Neither of us had even finished, and I was already thinking about the next time we could do this, how long I could stay here with him, tucked away in this little paradise with Draven buried between my legs .

His powerful muscles contracted as he thrust into me, each movement wringing more pleasure from my body. Now our kisses turned sloppy, a mess of our mouths meeting wherever they could as Draven hammered into me again and again and again.

I gasped out, my walls clenching around him. He moved his mouth to my neck, teeth scraping against my skin, and a fire blazed through my belly.

My spine arched as everything inside of me pooled into liquid. My orgasm hit me with the force of a wave, and I cried out.

Draven’s hard length pulsed inside of me, his breaths coming in quick gasps, his whole body tense.

Our hearts pounded together, and we both stayed like that with him inside of me as our breathing returned to normal. Draven withdrew and set me down, my feet touching the bottom of the pond.

He shoved a hand through his hair, little droplets of water clinging to the ends. “I was right,” he said. “I knew you were going to wreck me.”