In his mind’s eye, he went to her. He imagined pushing up the now-dry tunic she wore until it was bunched around her waist. He imagined widening her shapely thighs and waking her up with his tongue deep inside her cunt. She would arch into him, her eyes would flash open, and she’d smile with wicked realization before she’d moan.
And she would cum on his tongue, but he wouldn’t stop there. He would do so much more to her, until she pleaded with him to stop or her exhaustion won out.
Vrax!
His breath was coming in rough pants, but he kept his muscles tightly bunched,controlled.
He hated that word now. Absolutely despised it.
But without that control, he knew that he would frighten her away. She’d been more open with him since that morning. He didn’t want to ruin the progress they’d made, so he forced himself to sit still.
It was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, especially when that soft little sound she’d made slowly turned into a moan.
Thick and hard.He was so thick and so hard.
Blue eyes and golden skin, all around her. And inside her, she felt that glorious pressure, felt the glorious slide of him as he pistoned his hips between her splayed thighs.
“More,” she urged, clawing at his back, trying to press him closer. “Please!”
His grin was slow and languid. Maddening male. He took his sweet time and she felt every long, deliberate thrust like a brand, like he wanted her to remember it forever.
She would. She would remember everything about him forever.
He dipped his head and she knew what he wanted. He wanted his kiss. She craned her neck but before their lips touched, she turned her head and whispered in his ear, “More. And then you can have whatever you want.”
His dark growl made victory sing in her chest. Those blue eyes darkened into black and she felt the power she desperately craved in his next thrust.
Yes!
He gave her more. He gave her what she wanted and she felt her pleasure rise to unfathomable heights.
“Now, give me what is mine,luxiva,” he growled above her, emphasizing his dark words with a teeth-clattering thrust.
With a cry, she kissed him, paying him his due. Her mind spun at how good it was. His lips were surprisingly soft, pliant and when his tongue met hers, she moaned. When his tongue dragged across the roof of her mouth, goosebumps broke out over her flesh.
“I love that,” she breathed into him.
“I know.”
His voice morphed and something made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. His thrusts became harder, more savage, and she sucked in a breath, pushing at his shoulder. A sharp pain made her frown, made her teeth clench.
“Cruxan, stop,” she said. “You’re hurting me.”
Except it wasn’t Cruxan. She saw golden, short hair, large brown eyes, and a smile she’d once thought beautiful.
“You like it like this,” Leo rasped. “You always have. Don’t pretend.”
Crystal toreherself out of her dream with sudden nausea churning in her belly.
With a trembling hand, she pushed up from the stone floor of the mountain cave, her eyes immediately darting around, looking for Cruxan.
Only he wasn’t there.
Before panic could set in, she heard him, near the mouth of the cave, sitting out on the ledge. In the pouring rain. “I am here, female.”
“What...” She swallowed, trying to calm her racing heart. “What are you doing out there? You’re getting all wet.”
She could barely make him out in the darkness. Though she was warm from the fire, though her clothes, skin, and hair were now completely dry, she shivered, chilled, from the memory of the dream.
