That was all I could stand. The last of my resolve fell.
THIRTY-TWO
CALYTRIX
He practically threw the bowl on the side table while grabbing me. He stood, lifting me off my feet, his mouth on mine. The kiss was laden with all the pent-up desire we were no longer fighting.
Now that he’d finally given in, we were afire with it, and I wanted to burn.
“I need—” I gasped.
“I know what you need,” he growled, and heat pooled in places that had never been stirred before.
He grabbed my thigh and hitched my leg up around his hip. My breath caught in my throat when the movement caused his thick, hard cock to press into my heat. Every kiss made me clench, and I ached to feel his skin against mine.
That brought the reality of the moment crashing down on me like a plunge in a cold bath. He was massive, and I had been…kept pure for my future husband. I wished I wasn’t, but Father made sure of it since so much rested on our betrothals. And God of Light, here I was about to seal the fate of mine in one reckless, carnal act.
Was this night worth throwing my life away?
How could something feel so right and be so wrong? I hated more that I was conflicted. It felt like betraying him as well as my duty. I didn’t even know what right was anymore.
“Trix, look at me,” he breathed.
I met his eyes, and it all fell away.
Nothing else mattered.
Only this.
Us.
It was the decree of the Gods that we find each other, and we would do them a great disservice to resist that.
“That’s better,”he said in my mind.“Stay in here, where it’s just you and me. Only we matter.”
“Only us,”I replied.
Faolan ground himself into my core, and a needy moan escaped me, swallowed by one of his kisses. I didn’t know I could make such a noise.
He lifted my other leg so I was wrapped around him and began rocking into me, two sets of leathers between us, and still, I felt completely bared to him. The pleasure was nothing I’d ever known. I’d resigned myself to a loveless union where joining was an obligation, but this… How could I live without it now, knowing it exists?
My breaths came faster and faster between his plundering kisses. His length was like steel through his leathers, and my legs began to tremble. He moaned into my lips, and it felt like everything to have this male, so undone in my arms. How was it possible for me to have that effect on him when I had no experience to draw upon?
“You don’t know what you do to me. How impossible it’s been not to touch you.”
“Touch me then,” I said, needing more but unsure of what exactly came next.
He stepped back from the wall and turned, with me still wrapped around his waist, and moved to the bed. He tossed me down on the quilts and quickly set to work on my boots, throwing them over his shoulders as he got them free. Then he crawled over me, running his palms over the tight leather on my thighs, until he reached the laces of my leathers. Undoing them with practiced efficiency that I would not use this moment to think about, he wasted no time in peeling them down my legs.
I tugged at the buttons of my tunic to help, then looked up at him. He was intently focused on where my fingers were, dragging his lip between his teeth as I revealed the soft, almost translucent undershirt beneath. He’d seen me in it before, but this time, he planned to remove it, and he was poised and ready for when my tunic came away. I took my time, enjoying being the sole focus of his attention.
But then I realized he was still fully clothed. I stopped.
“What?” he asked, clearly confused.
“I want to see you too,” I demanded. “Don’t just stand there.”
His grin was proprietary, like he was proud of me for being bossy, and maybe he was. He stripped quickly, but I still took in the show. The hard planes and sheer size of the body that was revealed took my breath away. Down to his underclothes, he was a stunning creature. Ink marked his skin in many places. Scared symbols that resembled some old magic I knew piqued my interest, but now was not the time for enquiries.
