Page 40 of Revenge (Warriors of the Drexian Academy #6)

Chapter

Forty

Sasha

I tugged Deklyn through the door of our fantasy suite, the tropical scents of frangipani and ocean breeze doing nothing to cool the heat building in my chest. Without giving him time to think, I pushed him backward onto the enormous bed, watching as he landed among the scattered silk pillows with a look of surprise that was quickly being replaced by something much more dangerous.

“Sasha,” he protested, his voice rough. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m perfectly aware of what I’m doing,” I assured him, climbing onto the bed and bracing my arms on either side of him. “Besides, it’s not like we haven’t messed around before.”

I leaned closer, breathing in his clean scent mixed with the faint trace of the tropical drink on his breath. “We are engaged, after all.”

“Are we?” he rasped, his gaze fully on my mouth.

I should have cared that I was playing with fire, and Deklyn was the very definition of fire, all dangerous heat and the potential to burn everything I’d carefully built.

But I found I didn’t care. Pretending to plan a wedding while secretly searching for those who’d betrayed me was exhausting.

Lying to people I loved, maintaining this elaborate charade while my emotions grew more tangled by the day was all too much.

I needed to blow off steam, and this was the perfect way to do it.

After all, Deklyn and I weren’t the type to confuse physical attraction with deeper emotions, right?

There was nothing wrong with having some fun if both parties could handle it, and I could handle anything Deklyn could dish out.

And right now, I wanted more of what he’d dished out to me before.

“We should get to enjoy all the fun parts,” I said, trailing a finger along the collar of his uniform. “Especially since I spent the day picking out cakes and dresses, which was definitely not my idea of fun.”

His breath hitched as I continued my exploration, my fingers finding the fastenings of his jacket. “Besides, you owe me for running out on me before the cake tasting was over.”

He arched one dark brow, his expression shifting into something that made heat pool low in my stomach. “How do you want me to repay you?”

The question hung in the air between us. I could see my desire reflected in his eyes, could feel the tension coiling tighter with each passing second.

“I think you know,” I whispered.

Deklyn yanked me down and flipped me over so quickly I didn’t even have time to yelp.

He made quick work of pulling off my top and tugging off my pants, and then he tore his own shirt over his head to reveal the tattoos that covered both chest muscles, the tattoos I desperately wanted to touch.

He bent down low, nipping at the tender skin of my neck as he let out a velvet, rumbling sound.

Wrapping my arms around his back, I skimmed my fingertips over his nodes, which were already hard and hot to the touch. He growled, looking up at me hungrily and sending tremors of desire humming through me.

He lowered himself until the peaks of my breasts brushed him through the black silk barely containing them. “Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you can take me?”

Before I could get defensive that he would doubt me, the bump of his hard cock against my stomach reminded me just how big he was.

I pressed my palms against the firm swell of his chest muscles and then slid them over his broad shoulders, lingering over the tattooed flesh of one pec.

“Oh, I can take you. I want to take you.” I lowered my voice to a desperate whisper. “I want you to fuck me, Dek.”

At this, I expected him to pounce on me. Instead, he dipped his head low, capturing my mouth with exquisite slowness. I trembled with anticipation as his mouth took mine, his tongue teasing mine as he parted my lips.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sank into his kiss, savoring the taste of him and the heat of his hard body as it pressed into mine.

Without breaking the kiss, Deklyn flipped me over again, sat up and slid his hands down my back until he cupped my ass.

Then he heaved me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. I gasped, but he swallowed the sound with his mouth.

With deft fingers, he moved my panties to the side. I was already soaking for him, and when his fingers parted me, he groaned. I twitched my hips, letting out a hungry sound when he notched his cock at my opening.

He deepened his kiss as he lifted me slightly and impaled me on his cock. With one hand under my ass to move me up and down and one hand tangled in my hair to hold my mouth to his, he started thrusting up as his tongue tangled with mine.

His drugging kiss swallowed my moans of pleasure, and I used my own legs for leverage to move myself up and down faster. A rumble vibrated from his chest into mine as he thrust up faster and harder.

I pressed my toes into the bed behind him as my body quivered, and my legs clenched around his waist. Tearing my mouth from his, I locked eyes with him as waves of pleasure rocked me.

His gold eyes were darkening with desire as he teetered on the edge of control, biting his lip as he watched me come.

He threw his own head back and let out a roar as he drove me down on his cock one last time before pulsing hot into me.

When we’d both stopped trembling, I pushed him back so that he flopped onto the bed, and I collapsed on top of him, our panting filling the room. After a few minutes of lying together, he sat up, pulling me with him.

“Where are we going?” I asked, still slightly dazed.

“I can’t have my fiancée all sweaty,” he said as he led me into the shower.