“I will never get enough of your sounds, Fire.” He pulled his hand away from between my thighs and sucked one finger into his mouth. “Or your taste.”
Jonas placed the other finger against my lips. All hells, my kneesweakened when my own tongue wrapped around the tip, tasting myself on his skin.
A low rumble rolled from his chest. He kissed me. Hard. Never breaking away, Jonas padded around until he found the latch. The door gave way and tossed us, stumbling, into the corridor.
Again, my body struck the wall. Jonas flattened a palm by my head, his hardness pressing into me. I slid a palm down his stomach, cupping the thickness of his length over his trousers. He moaned and dragged his teeth down the slope of my throat.
Jonas hissed in a bit of pain when I nudged the tips of my fingers down the front of his trousers. “Too much.” He shook his head, taking hold of my wrist. “I’ll spill all over you.”
Without a word, Jonas took my hand and raced us down the staircase and toward his room. He did not wait to open his door before pressing my front to the wall. I gasped. My eyes rolled back when he skirted his hand up my ribs, cupping the underside of one breast while running his hips along my backside until I thought I might come undone all over again.
A door opened, but a low gasp followed. Over my shoulder I caught sight of Dorsan slamming his door closed.
Jonas laughed when a flush crept up my neck. “I think we’ve shocked your proper guard.”
I spun around, taking his face in my hands and backing into his chamber. “I don’t care.”
Jonas kicked his door closed and devoured my mouth, all tongue and desperation. Hands tore at clothes like we had no time left. His belt went first, next his boots. My dress was yanked over my head, the under shift next, nearly tripping me as I went.
Jonas paused at the bed and drank in my naked body. One palm slid between my breasts, resting over my heart. “You are everything, Fire. Perfect. I would not change a hair on your head.”
“You’re not here to make me cry with sweet words, Husband.”
“I’ll make you scream then, Wife.”
“See thatyou do.”
“I will.”
I bit down on his bottom lip. “Give me the last word. At least once.”
Jonas kissed me, silencing his words, until he whispered, “Never.”
With one elegant motion, Jonas had his tunic tossed aside.
I kissed the inked symbols over his skin and worked his trousers over his hips until his cock sprang out. I swallowed. He was thick and hard. My insides swooped in anticipation. No, he was not my first, but in some ways he was—a first to care, a first to see me, a first to want me as I am.
Jonas scooped under my thighs, lifting me off the floor, and tossed me onto the bed. I shrieked when he reared over me, palms by my head. He kissed me sweetly, the tip of his tongue running along the edge of my bottom lip, my jaw, my neck. He kissed and licked his way to the swell of one breast, then closed his lips around the peak.
I bowed off the bed, grasping at the quilts for any sort of anchor.
When my head steadied, I reached between us, curling my fingers around his thick length. Jonas tightened his mouth over my nipple, moaning almost like he was in agony.
“I’ve never allowed myself to believe this could be more than a physical release,” he said, dragging his lips across my throat. “You’ve changed everything.”
“Why did you never love, Jonas?” My words were breathless, hardly there as I stroked his velvet skin.
“Because I was waiting for you, Fire.” Jonas gently pinched my nipple, tugging.
I couldn’t draw a deep enough breath, let alone address the vague confession. I didn’t want to read more into it, but my heart pounded in my ribs—I thought my husband might be falling much like me.
With slow kisses, Jonas worked his way back to my mouth. His hips settled between my thighs, and I moaned, seeking the pressure, though it seemed too much, too fierce.
It was as though the surface of my flesh was set ablaze. Heat pooled between my legs, throbbing and pulsing until I wanted to scream with need.
For a moment Jonas lifted his head, face flushed, breaths heavy, andheld my gaze, perhaps looking for any hint I wanted him to stop. My fingers traced along the muscle and strength corded across his chest, shoulders, the strong curve of his neck. I wanted to touch every divot, kiss every surface.
“Where is my fire in those eyes?” he whispered. “We need not?—”
