Page 29 of Revenge (Warriors of the Drexian Academy #6)

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Sasha

D eklyn's eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt, and I realized that this was the first time in a long time that I felt completely certain about anything.

"I trust you," I whispered, hoping he knew how much those words meant. Trust was harder than love, more precious, especially for someone who'd been betrayed by the very people sworn to protect her.

His hands cupped my face gently, thumbs tracing the line of my cheekbones as if he was memorizing every detail. The touch was reverent, and it made something deep in my chest rip open in a way that should have terrified me.

"Sasha," he breathed, my name a prayer on his lips.

When he kissed me this time, it was different from every kiss we'd shared before. Not the fierceness of proving a point, not a performance, but something slow and deep and achingly real. His mouth moved against mine with a tenderness that made my eyes burn with unshed tears.

I breathed in the clean scent of soap and warm skin, and my head spun. The towel around his waist was the only barrier between us, and when my fingers traced the ink that marked his chest, I felt his sharp intake of breath against my mouth.

"Are you absolutely certain?" he asked again, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. The words held no doubt about what he wanted. I could see the desire burning in his eyes, could feel the tension in every line of his body, but he needed to know that I was choosing this, choosing him.

"I've never been more certain of anything. You're the only one who understands what it was like in that place. You understand me.”

His expression softened. "You gave me something to fight for in that prison.” His laugh was a low rumble. “You gave me someone to fight with.”

The admission made my throat tight with emotion even as I grinned. All this time, I'd thought I was the one who needed saving. But maybe we'd saved each other.

"You're so cocky," I whispered against his ear, my lips brushing the sensitive skin, and I felt him shiver in response.

"Only because I know what I want," he murmured back, his voice rough with desire. "And what I want is you. All of you. Not the show we put on for everyone else, not the roles we're playing. The real you."

The honesty of his words undid me. For so long, I'd been wearing masks to survive. But with Deklyn, I didn't need to pretend to be anyone other than exactly who I was.

When he kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands tangling in my hair, I felt the last of my walls crumble. The fear that had lodged in my chest since my rescue and the rage that had driven me fell away, replaced by something warm and pure.

His touch was reverent as he mapped the lines of my body, each caress a question answered by the arch of my spine, the soft sounds that escaped my throat. He made me feel desired and cherished in ways I'd never experienced before.

"You're incredible," he whispered against my skin as he kissed his way down my throat. "Strong and tough and so grekking beautiful it makes it hard to breathe.”

I let my head fall back and my hands slip beneath his towel as he nipped the hollow of my throat. When my fingers brushed the velvety smooth crown of his cock, I sucked in a breath. “Mmmmm, yes. Very hard.”

A hiss escaped his throat as I curled my fingers around his rigid length and savored the feel of his cock jerk when I squeezed it gently.

“Sasha,” he gritted out.

I met his eyes, putting a finger to my lips. “Shhhhh.” Then before he could react, I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I’d slept in my bra and panties, but he was wearing even less.

I made quick work of the towel, unwrapping it from his waist so I could look at him properly. Now it was my turn to have a hard time breathing.

At least know I knew why the Drexian had such swagger. His cock was thick and long with a broad crown that was darker than the rest. It jutted out from his body, begging to be touched. Begging to be tasted.

I fisted the base as I lowered my mouth to the tip, brushing my lips over it and spreading the few slippery drops that had squeezed out. Deklyn groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair.

I peered at him, grinning wickedly and keeping my eyes locked on his as I slid my mouth over his crown and down the length of him.

I took as much of his thickness as I could before squeezing the back of my throat around his cock and then moving up again.

Deklyn’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he sank back with a moan of surrender.

That was all the encouragement I needed to take him into my mouth again, sliding my hand up and down the base of his shaft as I sucked his cock.

His breathing was ragged, and his moans became desperate, but I didn’t stop.

I loved the feeling of power, and I loved knowing that I could make the tough Drexian writhe with pleasure.

I swirled my tongue around his swollen crown, dragging my hand up and down his cock before taking him all the way down my throat again. He husked my name and tightened his fingers in my hair, and his cock twitched hard.

I wanted to feel him release. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste him and swallow him down.

I stroked the skin under his cock as I sucked him, reveling in the desperate groan and jerk of his cock as he emptied into my mouth. When I’d swallowed every drop, I lifted my head and dabbed the corners of my mouth.

Dek lifted his head, his expression dazed as I grinned at him.

“Delicious,” I said.

He growled and sat up as he flipped me onto my back. “Now it’s my turn.”