Page 6 of Velvet Folds (Velvet)

Chapter 6

In which our hero enjoys his mate

She was made for me. She was not made to be taken roughly with the barest amount of preparation.

Her body wants mine, though.

Legs easing wider, velvet folds glistening in the candlelight as her hips move with need…

She moves on what little of myself I’ve given so far, making tiny sounds of frustration that threaten to fracture my resolve.

Clasping her wrists in one hand, I hold them to the bed over her head, restricting her movement even more.

She is at my mercy and I am going to enjoy earning every sweet moan that slips from her lips.

The warm delight of her velvet folds makes me long for the night. I would wrap her in my arms, take her to the tower and breed her until the threat of sunrise prickled at my back.

I would have taken her there last night.

“You disappeared,” I say, but she knows it’s a question.

“I had somewhere to be.”

“Yes. Here,” I tell her, resisting the urge to press further than she is ready for. “Your place is here and I would keep you, always.”

Her smile is soft and wry at once.

“I have too much to do to spend my days on my back, even for you, my lord.” She gasps as I press forward. “But it is tempting.”

Her velvet folds make room for me within her.

“Is it your man who’s looking for me in the village?” She asks, brows creased, lips open just far enough that I can see her bite her tongue, and I still.

The question is unexpected. Why would she ask now? How did she come to be here if Tybald didn’t bring her to me?

“Yes.”

“Tell him to stop.” She swallows and her gaze fixes on my mouth. “Tell him to stop and I will let you find me every night, without fail.”

Half of what I want will be better than nothing.

For now.

But, “Is that a promise you can keep?”

“Yes. I will give you my nights, but my days are mine alone.”

I don’t want to agree. I want to replace my hand around her wrist with chains and keep her here until she forgets the outside world exists.

With one more press of my hips, I ease into her completely

Her eyes flutter closed and her back arches as she draws in a delighted gasp.

“My nights are yours, Adrik.” Her body pulses around me, trying to pull me deeper. “For as long as you want them.”

A fractured breath steals away whatever else she might have said, and she writhes, her arms pushing against my hold.

Easing out of her and back in, I relish the way she tries to keep me. I would gladly bury myself within her velvet folds and forsake all else.

“My sweet sacrifice, do you know what you do to me?”

A smile graces her lips. “I have an inkling.”

My next thrust is harder and she moans in delight.

“Please, Adrik. My body was made for you. Take me the way I was meant to be taken.”

She tips her head back, exposing her throat. The marks of my teeth from the night make my cock ache and I do as she asks. I take her the way I intend to when I have convinced her to leave the daylight world behind.

Her whimpers and moans turn to cries and pleas.

When I release her hands, they claw at me and she drags me down to kiss her as she loves me with her whole body.

My teeth ache and I wrap one hand around her throat to keep from biting again.

But when she tightens on me, I squeeze unintentionally, and she moans in response.

Her eyes fly wide and then fix on me with lust-heavy lids.

The desire and challenge in that gaze…

“You are mine. It doesn’t matter where you spend your days, or your nights. You are mine. ”

Holding her down, I slake my lust in her body. I take my frustration and need from her and let her needy, greedy moans wash over me.

I don’t stop until she screams my name and her velvet folds clench so tightly on my cock that I cannot hold back any longer and I pour myself into her.

The encounter leaves me spent, body and soul, and I pull her close as I fall back and let exhaustion and peace drag me into the darkness of slumber.

And when I wake… she’s gone.

She slipped away while I slept.

Tybald would call me a fool for leaving myself so vulnerable to her.

Even if I know she is the mate that fate divined for me, she doesn’t understand yet. If she did, she would not have left me.

There is no trace of her left in my rooms.

If I had not tasted the sweetness of her velvet folds, I might think she was a ghost—a torment.

But she promised me her nights and I will find her soon enough.