“Later.”
His breath licked at her flesh, and the chill that ran down her spine made her muscles weak.
“Tease,” she muttered against his lips.
The sly smile he met her with made her mouth dry. She couldn’t hold herself from kissing him any longer, and her lips slammed into his, passion spreading from her core to his. His fingers grasping at her hips and butt made her moan into his mouth. She loved how he grabbed her flesh as though it were saving him from falling off the edge of a cliff. His arms wrapped around her body, torsos flush together as they made out, making up for the time they’d missed these last months trying to deny the fire between them.
His length was so close to her wetness that she only had to open her legs to feel it brush against her. He groaned into her mouth as she moved her hips back and forth atop him, feeling herself shake at the thought of it inside her. She pulled back just enough to whisper, “I want you inside me,” against his lips, to which he nudged her nose with his in response.
“Say it again.”
Her hips bucked against his length, and she started to move her hand between them, but he grabbed her wrist and placed her hand around his neck again.
“Draven…” she felt herself bite her lip as he hooked his arm around her waist, grasping her butt cheek in his fingers, his other hand curling beneath her bent knee and pulling it up off the bed around his waist. “I want to feel you inside me,” she managed again.
“Soon.”
She wanted to hit him.
But the moment the words left his lips, he pushed her backwards onto the bed. Her hair fell over her face. For a brief second, she couldn’t see him.
And then she gasped at the sudden feeling of his tongue against her clit.
“Fuck,Draven—” Her entire body melted into the mattress, mouth agape with ecstasy as she surrendered to the suck of his mouth, the flitter of his tongue, her back arching into the air. Her legs were over his shoulders, his hands once more grasping at her hips. She managed to look down, and her eyes met his through strangles of his hair. The intensity of his gaze nearly sent her over the edge. His tongue flicked her clit quickly, followed by a deliberate tease, alternating between the two and sucking at her wetness as her head hit the mattress again. Her lip was almost bleeding at the strength in which she bit at it, and as she felt her body reaching and reaching, her hands gripped white at the sheets. She tried denying her release, enjoying him between her legs far too much to let herself go.
But her high-pitched moans and strain of her muscles were no match for his tease. And she came apart on his lips with a full shudder of her body and cry of pleasure that she was sure woke every person in the forest.
He didn’t stop. Her legs were shaking, thighs squeezing, the sensitivity of herself radiating through her core as he continued to suck on her clit. She made herself sit up and she grabbed his hair, only to reveal the ravenous Venari grin that made her heart skip. He rose from his knees, and she pulled his face to hers, kissing him hard and tasting herself on his lips. His arm around her waist tightened, and she managed to take his length in her hand this time before he could push her away.
“Inside me,” she growled against his lips. “Now.”
His hands grasped her hips and he pulled her off the bed onto his waist. “Yes, my Queen.”
Just as swiftly as he pulled her onto his waist, her back hit the mattress, and his thick length filled her. And audible gasp left her lips, and her thighs squeezed around his waist. They both paused a moment, allowing the familiar moment to wash between them just as it had the first time—the warm chill, the raising hair, the arrested breath in their throats. His groan filled her ear, and she felt visible goosebumps rise beneath her fingers on his arms. Her legs clenched around him, and then he began to thrust in and out of her, his breath tickling her neck. Her fingers curled in his hair, and with every move, she felt herself once more coming to her end. Her vision blanked, eyes rolling into the back of her head, and her entire body tensed. Air couldn’t penetrate her lungs. And then—
Their cries filled the still forest air.
The explosion of it made her core shake. Her breath barely returned as he stilled atop her and then collapsed onto the bed at her side. The stars above them danced in her spotty vision. She couldn’t move, body exhausted from the pleasure of simply him. She closed her eyes for a moment to let it wash through her, calm her heartbeat.
After a few minutes, she felt the bed move, and she opened her eyes. Draven was stood from her side, and she watched him go to the table on which his pipe was sat. She turned over on her side, head resting in her hand as she watched him pack it with Blackened herb of his own garden. Her heart swelled as she stared at him, rippled back and taut bare cheeks illuminated in the moonslight above them.
This man.
This beautiful man.
With all his flaws, his darkness, his sarcasm, and his passions… he made her feel more alive than she’d ever pushed herself to feel. This man, who had driven her to her angered limits more times than she could count, who she had treated as her enemy for over two decades, was now the only man she ever wanted in her bed again. She wasn’t familiar with the full feeling in her chest upon watching him turn around and lean against the tabletop, lighting the pipe with the lit match in his hands. The fire illuminated his features once more, and she felt her mouth dry as his head tilted back slightly, and the smoke left his lips. His gaze traveled deliberately back over to her, and then over her body, making her squeeze her thighs together at the sight of his darkened gaze watching her predatorily.
She swallowed hard, but allowed herself the exaulted sigh of her lungs. “Are you aware of how much sexier the moons light and that pipe make you?” she asked, “or are you somehow completely oblivious?”
A small huff left his lips, and he slowly crossed over to the bed once more. His hand ran through his thick long hair and pushed it over to the side as he extended the pipe to her, and then he sat on the bed himself. She took it from his hands and took a long draw of it, allowing the herb to swim through her veins as she laid her back on the bed, legs bent sideways toward him. A low sigh of satisfaction left her throat.
Draven pulled one knee into his chest. He reached out, and his fingers traced a scar on her thigh behind her knee. He swallowed hard as he stared at her, his eyes traveling over her body as he’d done earlier in the night.
“What?” she asked as she handed the pipe back to him and sat up on her elbow once more.
He shook his head just slightly, and he inhaled a long draw from the pipe. “Yesterday, when I saw that Dreamer idiot kissing you…” he started slowly, “I had to remind myself not to slice his throat.”
She almost smiled. “Jealous, Venari?” she mused with a raised brow.
