Page 52 of Wrath of the Dragons (Fear the Flames #2)
“Yes,” I breathlessly say.
He keeps one arm around my hips while reaching forward with his other to cup my breast, and despite the trepidation of our position, I spread my legs wider.
“Always so responsive for me.” He wraps the scrap of lace covering my aching core around his finger, each brush of fabric sending jolts of pleasure through me, but it’s not enough.
He snaps it, leaving me bare aside from the lacy bands on my thighs attached to my garter belt and a matching band across my breasts that leaves little to the imagination.
“It’s been too long since I’ve tasted you.
” He presses his lips just below my ear, and I weave my fingers through his hair as he continues dragging his mouth down my body, driving me to the point of desperation when he focuses on my breasts next.
My nipples are visible through the lace, and I arch into his touch when he wraps his lips around one.
“Cayden,” I plead.
“Are you finally going to let me take care of what’s mine?” He presses his cock against my clit, and my toes curl beneath the water. “Are you going to keep these pretty thighs parted so I can properly worship my wife?”
Good gods.
I manage to separate myself enough to kick up and extend my leg until my ankle rests on his shoulder, and I lower him to his knees. “Much better.”
“If you take your eyes off me, I’ll stop.
You’re going to remember exactly just how well I know how to give you what you need, and I meant what I said earlier.
I want to hear your screams echoing through this cavern.
” He licks up my slit, groaning at his first taste, and my eyes roll back in my head before I force them back to him.
“Fuck,” he groans, throwing my other thigh over his shoulder.
Gods, it’s been too long. “You get more perfect every time.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as he delves into a ravenous frenzy.
I can’t catch my breath, can hardly manage to say anything other than his name as my body heats up.
Damp curls stick to my forehead and tickle my hips when my head falls back, and Cayden chuckles against my core as he tightens his hold on me.
I’m too lost in what he’s doing to my body to care about the potential fall.
He reaches up with his other hand, sliding it beneath the lace band and running his thumb over my nipple.
I move my hips against him, and he growls his approval. “That’s it, angel. Fuck my tongue and give me what I want.”
“I’m so—” My shaking worsens. “Oh, gods.”
“I could do this every damn day if you’d let me.
” He slides two fingers into me and curls them and I swear I see stars.
“When you get pissed at me, you sway your hips while you storm off, and all I can think about is lifting your skirts, bending you over, and fucking you with my tongue until the attitude is gone.”
“Do it.” The thought of him stalking toward me with determined eyes after a verbal spat nearly sends me over the edge.
He chuckles again, licking the wetness off my thighs as he continues to finger me. “And what about my cock? Will you let me smother your screams if I want to take you in a dark alcove during the day?”
“Yes!” I choke on a sob as he sends me over the edge, the mixture of him between my legs and the image he’s painted in my mind overwhelming me. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me as he continues, wringing every ounce of ecstasy from me before he catches me when my body slumps forward.
He hardly gives me time to recover before flipping me on my stomach, my knees resting on the stone shelf beneath the water.
I look over my shoulder, combing my fingers through his hair and bringing his lips to mine.
His tongue dips into my mouth as he spreads my legs with his knee and unloops the satin buttons keeping my top secured.
He begins sliding into me and our lips part in tandem. “What am I?”
I crack my eyes open as he gives me time to adjust while fingering my overly sensitive clit. He groans when I clench around him. “Mmm.” I arch my back, feeling the familiar sense of a challenge rising within me. “A prick?”
He presses farther in but doesn’t fill me yet, and his hand latches on to my jaw to keep my chin tilted and our eyes locked. The hold exudes the same dominance and possessiveness as him. “Try again.”
I shake my head, not giving him what he wants since he’s doing the same to me. He rears his hips back and slams them into me. “Cayden!” I cry out as he releases me, and my breasts press into the stone ledge I’m practically hanging over.
“That’s who I am.” All hells, his voice. He holds me here for a moment, placing a hand on my stomach to feel him deep within me before sliding out and driving back in. “Tell me what I am .”
He stretches me as he did all those weeks ago, and I’m too lost in him to care about anything else. “My husband.”
“Now was that so hard?” He rewards me by quickening his pace as he keeps me pinned beneath him.
Pleasure shoots through me, and I don’t dare move, not wanting to ruin this beautifully torturous rhythm.
“You were made for me,” he groans, pulling out just enough to flip me over and wrap my legs around his waist. I’m practically boneless in his hold, and he presses his lips to mine again while carrying me through the water.
I don’t care where he’s taking me, just as long as he doesn’t stop.
My back presses into stone and water trickles between my breasts and over my nipples, heightening my pleasure as Cayden finds his rhythm again, fucking me relentlessly with each thrust.
“You’re mine, Elowen.” He tilts his hips forward to press into my clit while sheathed inside me. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Such a perfect wife.” He tightens a fist around my curls to pull my head back, dragging his tongue up my neck. “Taking every inch of my cock, begging for it.”
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan.
His gaze darkens as his thrusts grow frantic, frenzied, and I latch my hands on to his shoulders.
The small trickling waterfall from the pool above slides down his biceps, and wet waves stick to his forehead.
“I know you’re close, beautiful.” I frantically nod, desperate for the imminent high.
“Call out my name again when you come undone.”
The familiar wave of ecstasy rolls through me, and I fall apart with his name on my lips.
He grinds his hips while spilling into me, keeping us in this position as he slows down and presses his forehead to mine.
Our rapid breaths mingle together as he gazes at me, and a small smile curves my lips in time with him.
He slips out of me and eases us back into the water, stroking his hands along my back.
I feign sadness. “We can’t go back to the party; you got my hair wet.”
He dunks us under the water and bubbles stream out of my mouth as I laugh beneath the surface, and continue when we rise above. He slicks his hair back and a handsome grin splits his mouth, water droplets curving into his dimples. “Pity.”
Our laughter fades, and he looks at me with a softness he’ll never show the world. I don’t know why it makes my eyes burn. I tighten my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. “I’ve got you, El.”
“I just…” I swallow. “I knew I missed you, but I didn’t realize how much. I’d miss you while we slept beside each other.”
“We have time to figure everything out.”
I shake my head. “We don’t live the kind of life where I can be mad at you today and not know if it’ll be my biggest regret tomorrow. I don’t want to take anything for granted. I want to live, no matter how awful the circumstances may be.”
“Then it’s my honor to live with you.” He tightens his arms around me. “Elowen Veles.”
“If you keep saying it, you’ll grow tired of hearing it.”
“Not a chance in all hells.”
I dip my fingers into the water and flick them at his face, wiggling them as the gold markings swirling around my hand shimmer. “Do you want to address these?”
“What’s there to say?” He unwraps an arm from around me, examining the markings on his left hand.
“You know just as well as I do that these were not some trick conjured by Asena or Ophir. You felt it. Not only did it absorb our blood, but it healed our cuts.”
He sighs. “Please don’t run off and join a cult.” I narrow my eyes in response. “You’ve proven you have some kind of magic in your blood when you slipped into the mind of Basilius. It could be a result of that magic sealing our vows when our blood met.”
“That’s logical.”
“Thank you for noticing I’m not a complete imbecile.” I splash him with more water, unhooking my legs from around his waist and swimming away. The jewels in my hair shimmer and stay locked along the wet strands. “You look like a siren sent to lure me to my death.”
I swim between the small streams, sticking to the darkness of the cove. “Maybe I am.”
“As long as I die with the taste of you on my lips, I’ll consider it a life well lived and a better end than I deserve.”