"Look at me," he growled, pulling her hair so her head was forced back against his chest. "That's it. I don't want you to forget whose hands are on you."
There was a gleam of challenge in her eyes mixed in with all the hazy pleasure. His dragon loved it, and he thrust his fingers harder inside of her. Her breath began to stutter. So close. He curled his fingers, finding that sweet little rough spot, and pressed it hard at the same time as his thumb on her clit. Her eyes went wide, and he growled, "Come for me, baby girl."
"Val…"
Yelena's eyes flashed silver white, and her whole body detonated. Valentine held onto her tightly as her pretty pink lips parted, and she keened his name in one long gasp. Her pussy squeezed his fingers hard and flooded with wetness that drenched his hand.
"Fucking hell," he whispered, in utter awe of her falling apart for him.
He finally loosened his grip on her hair, and she rocked forward, pressing her head against the cold stone and panting heavily.
He didn't know what to say. What to do. Fuck, he hadn't even kissed her.
A heavy knocking at the door had them both jumping. Valentine snarled, but Yelena shook herself and pulled on his wrist.
"That will be dinner."
She pushed against him, and he reluctantly slipped his fingers from her and let her up. She straightened her shirt over the loose laces of her pants and swept her braid back.
"Let's eat, shall we? And then we can see about my new hand."
She shot him a wink over one shoulder and moved to answer the door like nothing had just happened.
Valentine lifted his wet hand to his mouth and licked it. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. He was shaking, trying to breathe and will some control back into his throbbing body. It was no use.
He went into the guest bathroom and shut the door. Stumbling to the basin, he managed to pull his dick free right before coming so hard, it bordered on pain.
The marble sides of the basin cracked under his grip as he struggled to breathe. He caught his unhinged reflection in the mirror and knew the truth just as his dragon had always done.
Yelena Caelan Tuadach was going to tear him apart piece by piece, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.
17
Yelena's legs were trembling with every step she took. The servant didn't comment on her disheveled appearance as she walked in and placed the tray on the coffee table, just as she usually did.
Valentine had disappeared, which was probably a good thing, and Yelena thanked the servant and shut the door carefully behind them.
Yelena leaned back against the door, trying to catch her breath. Her hand was shaking as she fumbled to do up the laces of her pants. She couldn't believe that had just happened. Her pussy throbbed, and her dragon purred with satisfaction.
She blew a lock of hair out of her face. Dark gods, no one had ever made her come just with their fingers before. She needed to get herself together and not lose her head. It could have been a spur-of-the-moment thing.
Yelena chewed her lip. She didn't always know how to read social situations and cues properly. She thought of Valentine's eyes and the dominant burning desire in them. There was no mistaking that.
And Valentine would never do something he didn't want to do, that was for damn sure.
The bathroom door opened, and she pushed off the wall, determined to act as confidently as she could. Valentine looked calmer until she reached his eyes and saw he was still utterly feral. Fuck, he was a stunning beast.
Yelena tried and failed not to grin. She couldn't help it. "Are you okay?"
"No," he said. He moved where the servant had placed the tray and poured a goblet of wine. He downed it and refilled it. "Fuck I wish I had something stronger right now."
"Why? Are you embarrassed?" Yelena moved to the soft lounge by the table and sat, tucking her feet up underneath her.
Valentine let out a helpless little laugh and put a hand over his face to hide his smile. "No. I probably should be, considering I just grabbed you like that, but you wouldn't have been shy about telling me to stop if you didn't want me to manhandle you. Knowing you, you probably wouldn't have said stop. You would have just eviscerated me."
"Probably." Yelena laughed with him. "If my magic was working properly, I could have ripped your skin off your bones. Oh…um… I probably shouldn't say that."
"Why?" Valentine sat down in a chair opposite her. "You can say whatever you like to me. I'm not one of the lords you need to watch yourself with. If anyone touched you in a way you didn't want, I would rip their skin off if you didn't get there first." He poured her some wine and looked her over. "Can I ask you something?"
