His eyes danced over her face from beneath his hooded brows. She reached out to touch her hand against his on his length. His eyes fluttered as she moved his hand and teased the tip of him, already feeling the stick of his own on his head. He leaned down to kiss her, but she pressed a finger to his lips.
“Let’s see how quiet our Venari King can be.”
Her knees hit the cold stone, and she took him into her mouth before he could utter a response. She heard an audible breath leave him, along with a slew of curse words. Her tongue played with his tip, finger barely touching him as she enjoyed the noise of his quickened breaths in her ears. She felt his hand in her hair, and she tilted her head back to gaze up and him. He’d clapped his own hand over his mouth and closed his eyes. She paused and reached up for his other hand, making him look down at her as she sucked on one of his fingers.
“My castle. My rules. I want you to watch as I bring you to your end.My King.”
A deep purr emitted from his throat, and she moved his hands to her head as she took his full length deep down her throat. His weight shifted, and she heard him mutter a low, “Fuck, Aydra,” under his breath. She moved his length moved in and out of her mouth, allowing her tongue to continue to rake the underside of him and tease the tip of him between strokes. She grasped his backside with one of her hands, the other wrapping itself around his length as she tongued the tip. His grunts filled her ears, and she knew he was getting close. The curl and dig of his fingertips in her hair made her own moan emit from her throat, sucking him harder. And when he finally came apart in her throat, she didn’t stop. Continuing to savor him and swallow the juices flowing from his insides. An audible moan emitted from him, and he grasped at her hair in an attempt to pull her away. She allowed her tongue to rake him again as she licked the last bit of him off, sucking on his length until he began to flinch in her mouth. He yanked her hair back, and she was forced up onto her feet, a chill of goosebumps running over her skin at the tug he had on the roots of her hair.
“So not very quiet,” she said with a raised brow.
He swallowed hard, the bliss of his undoing still radiating over his features. He merely stared at her a moment, his fingertips grazing her throat as his breaths evened.
“What?” she asked.
“Fucking…You…” He was staring at her as though she was something new, as though it was the first time he’d looked upon her face and he was trying to figure out the darkest secrets of her core.
“Draven?” she said, feeling her weight shift.
His thumb rubbed the corner of her lip, and his eyes danced over her a moment more before he once again kissed her. Desperately, this time. He grasped her hips hard in his hands and hoisted her up onto his waist, fingertips digging into her flesh as he turned them so that her back crashed into the glass of the window with an audible echo in the quiet hall. His mouth was on her throat, fingers between her legs, and she felt him growing once more against her.
She grabbed hold of the rough window siding, the rock scratching her palms. Her eyes closed as his finger delved between her thighs, and then she felt him tug on himself. He pulled back to meet her eyes, the look in his gaze something maniacal she’d not seen before. She gasped as she felt him fill her, and her body limped on the spot, mouth agape just as his was.
His teeth tugged at the skin of her collarbone, pushing her flush against him as he began to thrust inside her. The stone ravaged her bared butt. A moan threatened her lips, and he shoved his hand over her mouth. Her fingers gripped so tightly to the stone she felt it break beneath her nail beds. The back of her head hit the glass, and she arched herself against his torso, feeling her end coming close. And then he kissed her fiercely as he fell apart with her, both their moans stifled by the mouth of the other.
Her legs wobbled when her feet hit the ground. She blinked as she brought herself back to reality, forcing her breaths to even.
“Perhaps you should come to my room later instead of yours,” he said as he buttoned his pants.
She pushed her hand through her hair to try and tame it, staring at the window to see her reflection. “Why’s that?” she breathed.
He stepped forward and pulled her hoisted dress down around her hips to hide the scuffle, then straightened over her, his torso flush against her back, fingers wrapping softly around her waist.
“Because I want to hear your screams when I taste you.”
His breath on her neck made a chill rise on her skin, and the words made her heart flutter. She swallowed hard as she turned, and then she reached up to straighten his ivory bone crown.
“Careful, Venari,” she muttered. “We’ll never make it to dinner.”
His arms settled on either side of her, palms pressing into the stone as he leaned over her figure. “Would that be so bad?” he said against her cheek.
Her lips twisted upwards just slightly, and her chin tilted up, nose nudging his. “It wouldn’t.”
He kissed her again, and her heart faltered in her chest. It was hard to pull away from him, hard to distract herself from the magnetism of his kiss, his touch. It was nothing like any other relationship she’d ever bothered herself with before. He did something to her that she couldn’t explain, as though his touch made her body weaken and strengthen all at once, as though his simply being near her made her feel more alive than ever.
She forced herself to pull away from him a few moments later, and he grabbed her backside in his hands, roughly and forcefully enough that she felt her mouth sag, the corners of her lips quirk upwards in a playful manner. He leaned forward and bit her bottom lip just as he smacked her bottom, and she fought the urge to shove him backwards against the wall again.
“I’ll find you later,” she whispered as she let him go.
Her breath left her as she stepped away, and he held onto her hand for as long as he could, fingertips burning with his skin against hers. She caught a final glimpse of his features in the light of the moons, and the look of the domineering smirk on his face as he gave her a deliberate once over caused a heat to rise on her cheeks.
She could have stayed in his arms the rest of the night as she’d done in the forest. She could have surrendered herself to his embrace for the rest of her life. But teasing him was fun as well. And she liked the game they were playing.
“I see you had a pre-dinner snack,” came a voice the moment she stepped out into the light of the room again.
Her heart skipped, but then she realized who it was. She paused in her step and straightened her sleeve. “Lex.”
“My Queen.” Lex stepped in front of her and reached up to Aydra’s crown to straighten it. “The next time you decide to have a romp in the servants tunnel, you’ll tell me. You don’t know how many I had to stop from going through the doorway. And be a bit swifter next time. People were beginning to wonder where you’d run off to.” She pushed her fingers through Aydra’s hair and then stepped back, but Aydra didn’t miss the curl of her nostrils.
