Her arms were thrust above her head again, and the knife was once more lodged into the headboard. She could feel the heat of his body over hers as she lay there. The touch of his light fingers on her thigh forced her body to flinch with a moan. His fingers traveled deliberately up the back of her leg and then between her cheeks, dipping into her dripping sex. Her heart throbbed unevenly in her chest as the restlessness of her muscles squirmed beneath his tease.
“Bend, my Queen.”
The growl of his voice in her ear made her body cave. She forced her knees beneath her just as his hand slapped her backside hard. The bed moved again, and she felt the softness of his lips on her flesh where he’d just spanked her. The air brushed her wet skin, her thighs squeezing as he kissed lower and lower until his tongue licked at her clit again, and she heard an involuntary high-pitched noise come from her throat.
“Tell me what you want, Aydra,” he breathed against her throbbing sex.
She could hardly contain herself long enough to answer, shaking at the tip of his tongue darting over her flesh as he kissed her thighs, his hands splayed over her backside.
“Oblivion,” she managed.
He smiled against her leg, and she felt the bed move, his body coming flush against hers as he bent at her side.
“There’s my Queen,” he purred in her ear.
He moved her hips in his hands then as he straightened between her spread legs, his tip tickling her sex again. His fingertips dug into the bend at her hips, and then his length filled her.
A slew of curses left her lips, and she tugged on the brace of her hands, greedily wanting to take back some control. She moved her own body up and down his length, relishing the noise of his groans and firm of his fingers as she toyed with him, circling herself on his tip, and then slamming her cheeks against his hips.
He allowed her the control of it for only a few moments before he smacked her backside with his open hand. Her movement paused, and he took advantage of her lapse and began to move quickly in and out of her, the slaps of their bodies echoing over the cackle of the fireplace.
Her arms were liquid above her. She felt herself reaching and reaching again as she tightened around him. But he abruptly leaned over her and removed the knife from the headboard. He tugged her up, and she practically fell back against him as he pushed her bound hands behind his head. She felt the bed move again, and knew he was standing behind her instead of kneeling. His length filled her slowly, and she closed her eyes. His hand wrapped delicately around her throat, the other dipping low between her legs. His teeth pressed to her neck, length moving in and out of her her with deliberate tension. But it was when his hand tightened around her throat and his finger stroked her clit that her insides began to truly shatter. Her body reached and reached, and she felt every muscle seize.
“Come with me.”
The vibration of his words sent her over the edge. A noise she’d never heard herself make emitted from her lips, and her entire body shook as she came apart just before he did. His hand tightened around her throat, and she felt him shudder inside her with a loud groan.
For a moment, they stilled, allowing their bodies to fall down from the high together. His hand relaxed, and his forehead fell against her neck. She could feel the sweat on his brow, the uneven of his breaths on her skin. She sank exhaustedly back against him, unable to move her strained muscles as they continued to tremble. His lips pressed softly to the top of her spine, and he reached for her hands around his neck.
He held onto her, helping her steady as she sank sideways onto the mattress, rolling down onto her side with her knees bent. Draven crawled beside her, and she watched as he undid the belts around her wrists. Even when he’d released her of them, she still couldn’t move. His fingers massaged her skin, and he kissed her knuckles. He reached out and moved her matted hair off her face. She met his dilated gaze and he gave her a small smile.
“That was for nearly killing me today,” he told her.
She almost laughed, but all she could manage was huff and a smile. “I should try to kill you more often,” she managed.
He leaned down and kissed her, tucking her hair back as he did. The only movement she could manage was scooting closer to him when he laid down, and she laid herself into his arms.
She fell asleep snuggled against his chest as he delicately stroked her bare back, the sound of him humming the Wyverdraki song in her ears a lullaby she allowed herself to drown in.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
HER LEGS ACHED with the night before, and she wanted to lay in the shadows of his tightened embrace for the entire day. But she rose upon seeing the light come in her room, and as she tried to stretch her arms, she sank into the angst of it with a pleased groan.
His touch was delicate on her spine, and she turned to look at him, allowing her hair to sleepily fall over her shoulder. He was watching her with a small smile on his lips, the edge of his knuckle grazing her skin at the small of her back.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi,” he managed back.
She closed her eyes, cracking her neck and stretching her back with an arch. Draven moved sideways, his lips pressing briefly to her shoulder before he rose from the bed. His naked body was cascaded in sunlight upon his rising, and she sighed as she stared at the beautiful sight of him.
“What will you do today?” she asked him.
He pushed his arms through a shirt and pulled pants on without answering her. She watched as he picked up the shreds of her dress on the floor, and then he smirked at her.
“Where are your day dresses?”
She frowned at his question, but pointed to the wardrobe in the corner nonetheless. He stretched over to it and pulled one of the cotton black ones from the front. It was tossed at her, and he gave her an upwards nod.
