A look like I’ve never seen is in his eyes.
When he speaks, it’s a rumbling but raspy sound.
“Was that you?” He searches my eyes.
I feel his heart hammering against my back and I nod slowly.
“Fuck,” His words are silenced by the hard feel of his lips slamming against mine.
As his tongue flicks against mine I push even more of my coiling emotions into him until he groans against my lips.
He shoves me against the mattress, his body slipping over mine. My fingers thread through his hair and I can’t seem to stop myself from giving him everything within me. A hazy, drunken feel of lust still lingers within my chest but I love the way it’s turning him on so I keep giving, and he keeps taking.
The hard feel of his cock grinds against my center and I roll my hips against his. Another forceful push of my magic and I know what he feels. It’s too much.
It always feels like too much when I’m with them.
“Fuck.” He jerks back from me, breathing unsteadily as he tries to focus on his words. “I—I need you to stop before I fucking come in my jeans.”
A smile pulls at my lips. Weirdly, I really want that. I suddenly want nothing more than for Daxdyn to come in his jeans.
“Fine.” I kiss his smooth jaw before my lips meet the column of his neck. The salty taste of him meets my tongue and it only makes me want to taste every inch of him.
“Fine?” There’s confusion in his voice as if he wasn’t prepared for me to give up so easily.
He knows me too well.
Never trust a thief, Daxdyn.
I push against his chest until he rolls, lying flat on his back. A look of uncertainty creases his brows. I can’t help but smile at him as I climb on top. My legs straddle his hips. I lean into him and his hands grip my hips hard. He meets me half way, sealing his lips to mine, and our bodies push and pull against each other.
I’ll never get tired of kissing Daxdyn Riles.
Maybe it’s because he feels less than most, but he puts more into it than I’ve ever felt.
I start to dump my wanting emotions back into him and he groans as I pull away. My lips trail against his jaw line. I rake my teeth slowly against his neck, my fingers pushing against his shirt as I start to lower myself down his hard body. The soft cotton of his shirt against the smooth warmth of his skin meets my fingertips. I shove at the material until my lips graze his abdomen. The etched lines of his stomach guide my tongue, kissing tenderly before sucking hard.
Harsh breaths are the only sound that lingers around us.
As I unbutton his jeans his fingers thread tightly through my hair as if he’s preparing for what’s to come.
I kiss slowly against the hard lines that veer down into his jeans. I push them down and his voice deters me for only a moment.
“What if the gods see?”
My palm strokes him from over his thin boxers and his head tips back, showing me the strong angle of his jaw.
“Then they’ll see why I keep you around, won’t they?”
His quiet laughter dies as the smooth length of his dick throbs against my palm.
I kiss innocently against his thigh and he shifts beneath me. Lightly, I hold him in my palm, pretending to forget his dick entirely as I make slow work of licking up his hipbone.
“Kara.” The tormenting sound of his voice makes me bite back my smile.
I stroke slowly up his hard length as I drag my teeth lightly against his cut stomach.
Still I keep his dick as an afterthought in my actions.
