My fingers land on hard, velvety, ridged, and scarred flesh. The power in his muscular frame is intoxicating. I indulge in his body, touching him everywhere while he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. His teeth graze my pulse point, and I shiver.
“Mine,” he growls against me, the word still more beast than human. Yet, for the first time, I know this is him. No barriers. My Drayven unleashed.
“Yes.” I arch into him. “Yours.”
Nothing ever sounded more right. With a snarl, he lifts me by the thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist. With a few, long strides we’re back at the campsite. He lowers me until my spine presses against the damp, leafy earth and then continues to kiss me—on every inch of my skin.
His hands move under my shirt, over it, rough and possessive, as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear. My breath hitches as he grinds his erection into my bare cunt, only his breeches separating us from joining.
“Dray,” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair. “Please …”
“Please, what?” He nips my jaw.
“Fuck me already.”
His chuckle morphs into a long, drawn-out groan when his hand dips between my thighs. “Gods, Flori. You really want this.”
“If you doubt me again, I swear to—oh, oooh… I?—”
“What was that?” The smug bastard smirks.
His questing finger drags my wetness up and circles my clit. Rubs and flicks.
“I…”
“You what?”
He pushes inside me. I moan and arch into him. He keeps filling me until he is knuckle-deep, finger curling and stimulating places I didn’t know needed to be touched. As I pant and squirm, his thumb plays with my clit at a leisurely pace. He watches my face with reverence. “You love me inside you, don’t you, Flori?”
I bite my lip and nod. Squirm.
“Yes, you do,” he mumbles, almost to himself. He looks at the cotton scrunched up around my ribcage. “You look good in my shirt.”
He slides down my body and widens my thighs to expose me. I pout, rising onto my elbows to glare down at him. But he’s immune to my mood. He’s too busy spreading my slit, staring with eyelids at half mast.
“Mm. You look so good down here, too.” He glides his fingers along my seam. “All wet and dripping for me. I’ll bet you can take more.” He presses two, thick fingers to my entrance and eases in, stretching my inner walls until I whimper. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight. So mine.” He pumps in the final inch. Locks eyes with me. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp and roll my hips, chasing more friction.
“Just wait until my cock fills you.”
“Gods, Dray,” I breathe. “The way you talk.”
“It turns you on.”
“When did you get so?—”
“So fucking rabid for you? Always.”
The growl of need in his voice pulses heat to my clit. My inner walls clench wetly around his fingers. Blushing, I bite my lower lip and give him an apologetic look. His eyes widen when he realizes he’s the reason for my reaction. Widen, but then fill with pure masculine ego. He seals his mouth over my cunt and feasts, quickening my pleasure.
“Mm, fuck.” He licks his lips. “So much sweeter without the mask.”
“Dray!” I plead, shamelessly gripping his hair, shoving him back down. “I’m close.”
He growls against my flesh, “Then come for me, Flori. I want to see stars in your eyes before I fuck them out of you.”
Within seconds of his tongue’s return, my climax feels ripped from my soul. Wave after wave of bliss spreads from my core.I’m burning up, on fire. He kisses his way up my body, but I’m still floating, soaring, feeling too good even to smile.
