“Perfect,” he growled against her skin, kissing the insides of her thighs, nose blazing a trail as he inhaled her scent. “Fucking incredible.”
With a gasp, Lory fisted the sepia silk when his tongue found her clit, teasing and stroking.
“I’ve been wondering what you’d taste like since that first dream.” His words were a touch of heat against her alreadymolten core, and when he lapped straight up her center, Lory moaned his name, back arching and hips undulating, but he pinned her with a firm grasp, his sensual chuckle rolling over her slick flesh. “Oh, I’ve dreamed about you a lot, Elory Vednis.”
She didn’t bother asking what he’d done in those dreams because, with an expert lick, he made her scream as pleasure coiled so hard she was about to shatter. Fire steamed over her body, small flames that did nothing to quench the heat between her legs. But Khayrivven didn’t seem to care. His tongue followed the orange glow along her skin, extinguishing them one by one as he moved up, mouth gliding over her breasts, up her neck until it covered hers.
He tasted of sage and crackling embers—and of her. The thought of where that tongue had been made Lory’s core tighten, and when her hands reached down between them to open his pants and free his cock, her mouth went dry at the sheer size of him.
He twitched between her fingers, silk-covered steel, and he made a deep, needy sound in his throat that made Lory wonder how she could have ever lived without hearing it.
“Last chance, Lory. If you’re not ready, you need to tell me now.”
How he could fathom stopping at this point was beyond Lory’s rationality—perhaps because she no longer had a rational thought within her. All she could think of was how she was aching to feel him inside of her, even when she was still wondering how he’d ever fit.
“Don’t stop.” Lory’s hands were shaking as she guided him to her entrance, savoring that first hard inch as he gently nudged.
He couldn’t have been in more than an inch, but the stretch was already so delicious, Lory’s eyes shuttered.
The second inch made her moan. He pulled back those two inches, while protest rose in Lory’s throat, but the words never crossed her lips.
With one long, luxurious thrust, Khayrivven sheathed himself inside of her, and the protest turned into a scream of pleasure. He set a slow, luscious pace, one hand massaging her breast while, with the other, he braced himself beside her head. His mouth devoured hers in hungry kisses and oh. My. Guardians. Did he know what he was doing? Every stroke of his tongue made the heat coil tighter in her belly, and every thrust he made brought her close to the glowing gold-and-orange edge that would be the point of no return.
“Come for me, Lory,” he murmured, pushing himself up so he could watch the expression on her face as she moaned, close to tears from the intensity of him.
Had she believed before Khayrivven was captivating, she was proven wrong: He was a force of nature, his body a chiseled masterpiece and his intensity the unleashing of a storm.
“Let go, little Flame.” His hand slid back to her hip, beneath her ass, lifting her for a better angle, and—had she thought she’d had all of him?
Fire exploded in her belly as he filled her so deep she could no longer tell where she was ending and he was beginning.Flames, the color of the sunset, danced in his eyes, and as he thrust into her with a slow, hard stroke, Lory’s world ruptured.
Through the inferno surrounding her, she watched Khayrivven study her from lust-addled eyes.
“Burn for me, little Flame.”
His other hand grazed her breast, circled her nipple, pinching lightly and sending a fresh onslaught of pleasure through her. Her core tightened around his cock, clenching and quivering, and Lory reached for him, slinging her arm around his neck and pulling him into a kiss, rolling her hips against his.
The fire spread through her entire body, burning her alive as she kissed him, taking his tongue into her mouth and sucking. She needed more, needed him to cut that leash he’d been keeping on himself.
“More—” she moaned, not ready to let go of the all-consuming pleasure still running through her body.
Khayrivven obliged, setting a brisk pace as he thrust into her, and Lory’s hands wandered over his back, his shoulders, knotting in his silken hair as she kissed him, taking each hard push and yearning for more. A rain of heat washed over her, but it didn’t hurt her. She’d happily burn like this forever, gobbling up the wildfire of Khayrivven’s pleasure. His pace picked up, muscles coiling tighter, until with a groan he sheathed himself with one final thrust. His cock twitched inside of her as he found his climax, and Lory basked in the feel of him, his weight pinning her, and his breath ragged against her neck. His hips rolled one last time, and damn him if the friction didn’t send another stroke of heat up hercore, eliciting a deep moan from Lory as she tumbled into another climax.
She couldn’t tell how long they lay there, him buried inside of her and her arms wrapped around him, when he finally rolled to the side, facing her with an expression of both satisfaction and wonder in his eyes.
Between his fingertips, an inch-high flame was dancing, and the shirt he’d been wearing hung in tatters of singed fabric from his shoulders.
A smile graced his features as he let the fire wander across his fingertips.
Lory threw a glance around the room, expecting half the furniture to have caught fire, but only one blackened spot, the shape of a handprint beside her head on the satin sheets, told the story of his loss of control.
When she turned back to him, Khayrivven’s eyes were already waiting for hers.
“Apparently, you ignite me, little Flame.”
Twenty-Five
When Lory woke,the glow of the sun had vanished, and the warmth of Khayrivven’s body had been replaced with that of cool silk.
