She reached up and curved her hand against his face. Then brought his head down with singular purpose and took his mouth in a ravenous kiss.
Their hands moved hungrily now, hot breaths mingling.
Darion reached down and lifted her long skirts, pushing the yards of diaphanous silk up around her thighs. Then he sank down to his knees in front of her.
She wore delicate panties made of lace beneath the regal gown. As much as he tried to be gentle, his fingers rent the fragile lace. Impatient with himself and his need, he shoved the frilly thing aside then lowered his head and pressed his mouth to her sex.
She tasted sweeter than he could have imagined. He was drunk on her at the first stroke of his tongue over her satiny flesh. He slid a finger into her wet heat at the same time, reveling at the pleasured sounds she made as he stroked her.
But he wanted more.
He wanted to obliterate any claim she may try to make that she wasn’t every bit as consumed by need for him as he was with her. He drove her to the crest of a violent climax and then tumbled her over the edge with his name on her lips as she shattered against his mouth.
She was still panting with the force of that release when she reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him up the length of her gorgeous body. Her eyes glittered with unearthly blue fire.
Holy hell. She was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Her mouth curved, her expression one of pure hunger and demand. “I need you inside me.”
She didn’t have to say it twice.
CHAPTER 29
Never in her entire existence had she ever felt so alive. So emotionally free and untethered from the burdens of her role as queen.
With pleasure exploding through every cell and fiber of her being from the release Darion had just given her with his wicked mouth and amazing tongue, all she felt was bliss. Right now she was, simply, a woman.
The woman Darion was looking at as though none other existed for him. Not in this moment. Not ever before, if the intensity of his fiery amber gaze could be believed.
She wanted to believe it.
She wanted to believe every second of bliss he’d given her was real.
She just wanted to have more.
More of him.
Her demand to have him inside her was met with his slow grin, one that sent a lick of fire curling through her veins. He rose from his crouch between her spread thighs. His strong body was impressive under normal circumstances. Seeing him like this, with his bared torso and muscled arms covered in intricate patterns of Breed skin markings that pulsed and churned with dark colors, she couldn’t keep herself from staring in open wonder.
Instead of seeing him as part of an enemy race so different from her own, Selene was captivated. Awed. Desperate to feel him against her . . . inside her.
She pulled the tie on his linen pants and together they shoved the fabric off him. There were moredermaglyphshere, bold arcs accentuating the lean cut of his hips, the sinew of his powerful thighs. His cock jutted from a thatch of dark curls, capturing her attention even more than the mesmerizing beauty of hisglyphs.
She took his thick length in her hands, marveling at the silken strength of him. As she stroked and caressed him, his arousal surged impossibly harder, throbbing against her palms and fingertips.
He tipped his head back on a strangled moan, the tendons in his neck like cables, all of his skin markings intensifying and filling with deeper shades of indigo, wine, and gold.
On a ground-out curse, he brought his gaze back to hers. She stared at his molten eyes, his fangs that gleamed like daggers behind the sensual curve of his lips. There was no mistaking what he was, this member of a race that had been at war with hers for eons. She looked at him and all she felt was raw, primal desire.
“God, Selene . . . when you look at me like that,” he snarled, shaking his head.
He didn’t finish whatever he meant to say.
He shot forward and took her mouth in a bruising, possessive kiss. His big body pressed her down beneath him on the marble tabletop. His pelvis wedged between her opened thighs, his cock like a length of heated steel against her wet cleft.
She was on fire for him. There was no stopping the cry that boiled out of her as he entered her. He was so big, invading her so thoroughly she could scarcely breathe from the pleasure of it.
“Are you all right?” he asked, braced on one hand above her. He moved only incrementally, driving her mad with the careful strokes. “Is this okay?”
