Page 64 of Wrath of the Dragons (Fear the Flames #2)
She does as I ask, keeping her eyes on mine as I untie her ankles.
She drops to my lap, her wet center soaking through my pants as she leans forward to lick a trail up my neck.
My head falls back against the chair, giving her access to do whatever she wants to me.
She grinds down on my cock, and all fucking hells, I’m never going to survive her.
Jolts of pleasure shoot through me as she dances on me like she did in the brothel, and the memory of that night almost has me spilling into my pants.
I’d never undress her in a room full of people, but knowing everyone there had their eyes on her, who only had eyes for me while begging for me to touch her, it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Everything about her is overwhelming—her scent, her skin, her.
Just her. Her fingers slowly trail down my chest as she continues rocking against me and undoes the laces on my pants.
I fist her panties behind her ass and snap them off, wanting nothing between us.
My length springs free and I groan against her lips as she coats me in her wetness, sliding against me until I line myself up with her entrance and she slowly lowers.
She works her way down, moaning against my lips while adjusting to every inch, and pausing once I’m fully sheathed inside.
Her eyes squeeze shut as she rests her head on my shoulder.
I take over and thrust up into her, and her teeth sink into my neck.
I prefer being in control. I love focusing on her pleasure.
She tears at my shirt until it’s torn in two and glides her hands over my scarred torso while I place her on the desk again, thrusting into her at an unrelenting pace that has her sinking her nails into my back and locking her legs around my waist. I capture her lips with mine when she tightens around me and fuck her into a second orgasm.
She screams against my lips and gazes at me with hazy eyes after her pleasure peaks.
“You’re going to give me another,” I say, slowing my thrusts, but never pulling out. She nods lazily, rocking her hips into mine at the promise of another high. “Are you going to let me fill this perfect pussy?”
“Yes.” I quicken my pace again, slickening our heated skin with sweat. Another knock pounds against the door and Elowen breaks our kiss to whisper, “Send them away. Whatever you do please don’t stop.”
“If you think I’d stop fucking you for whoever is beyond that door, you don’t know me very well.”
I kick off my boots and discard the rest of my clothing as she continues moving on me, and I lift her into my arms. The dresser beside our bed has a small mirror, and I set her on the edge of the bed and flip her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up.
She moans when I take her swollen clit in my mouth again, lapping at it for a few moments and feeling her grow wetter when she looks at our reflection.
I give her one last lick and wink at her before getting to my feet, dragging my cock through her center as she locks eyes with mine again.
I wrap her curls around my fist and rock into her, feverish and frantic, causing the headboard to crash into the wall and send a very loud message.
A cocky smirk forms on my lips. “Do you like watching me fuck you, angel?”
“Mhmm.”
“Tell me what we look like.” I kiss down her spine. “Because I think you look so pretty when you take all of me.”
“You look like you’ll never get enough of me,” she gasps.
The headboard slams against the wall even louder, my thrusts becoming sharper from her words. “You’re mine for eternity and it’s still not enough time.”
She loses control beneath me, calling out and sighing my name, uncaring of whoever can hear. Too lost in the pleasure I’m giving her.
“That’s it. Make sure whatever bastard stands on the other side of the door knows you’re mine.” I flip her onto her back, kissing her breasts, neck, lips, and wanting to see her when she finishes. “Say it again.”
“Cayden,” she moans.
“Not that.”
Her eyes are heavy with desire but spark with awareness. “I love you.”
I slow my thrusts, and she whimpers. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
I stop moving but stay buried to the hilt. “Again.”
“I love you,” she pleads. “I love you, Cayden.”
Gods, that’s intoxicating. “You really never should’ve told me,” I echo my earlier statement. “I’ve been addicted to you for longer than you can fathom and now I’ll never let you go.”
I give us what we both want as I chase the high.
I’m trying to hold on, but she’s moaning my name and gripping me like a vise as she comes undone.
I increase my thrusts to prolong her pleasure, and euphoria I’ve only ever found in her courses through me.
I slow my movements as the haze clears, gently pressing my lips to hers.
Kissing her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose.
She’s the most precious thing in the world to me.
“I love you, Cayden,” she says again, her voice riddled with emotion instead of pleasure. Something about the quietness of her tone, the gentleness, it tightens my chest.
I press my lips to hers again. “I love you, too. Always.”