“I missed you too, little berry,” he murmured. His thumb traced the lush curve of her lower lip. “How about you let me remind you exactly what you missed?”
“Yes, please,” she breathed.
With one fluid motion, he scooped her up. His hands hooked under her thighs, hoisting her until her breasts were level with his mouth.
“What are you doing?” she laughed, though the sound was breathless.
“I think your pretty breasts were missing me, too,” he growled, his voice dropping into that rough, territorial register.
Sylvie let out a shaky breath, her hands bracing on his massive shoulders.
He could feel her heart hammering—a heavy, draconic thud against his own frantic rhythm.
“We’re in the wilderness, Rhavor. Someone might be lurking.”
He didn’t care about the world.
He flared his massive wings, the leathery spans sweeping forward in a heavy snap to cocoon them in a private, shaded vault. The light turned amber, filtered through the span of his power.
“How about now?” he growled.
“That’s better,” she whispered.
“So, where were we?” He leaned in, his nose brushing the frantic pulse at her neck. “Oh, yes—a matter of this annoying shirt. Shall I bite these buttons off for you?”
Sylvie didn’t wait. With a mischievous smile, she popped the buttons herself. The pink silk of her bra revealed the hard, straining peaks of her nipples.
“So pretty,” Rhavor rasped.
He leaned in, his mouth latching onto her right through the silk. He sucked hard, his tongue pressing flat against the fabric and soaking it instantly. Sylvie arched into his hands with a ragged whimper, her fingers tangling in the thick, dark waves of his hair. The wet silk was a tease, a barrier that only intensifiedthe friction. He switched to the other side, nipping at the damp fabric with a rhythmic, pulsing demand that made her hips rock helplessly against him.
“Rhavor... oh gods,” she breathed, her grip tightening until her knuckles brushed the base of his horns.
“Is that good?” He took the whole peak into his mouth, his tongue circling the lace until she was a trembling, incoherent mess in his arms.
“Mhm,” she breathed, her head falling back.
He slid her down along the hard plane of his body until he could claim her lips in a searing, hungry kiss. His hand drifted over the soft give of her belly before his fingers hooked into the edge of her jeans. He paused, his amber eyes searching hers, looking for the flicker of doubt that never came.
“Please,” she whispered against his lips.
He unbuttoned the denim and slid his hand into her lace briefs. When he touched her, her whole body jolted. She was slick—a honeyed, intoxicating heat that made his control fray at the edges. He traced the wet folds slowly, savoring the way she trembled.
His fingers began circling her clit with a demanding rhythm, and he matched the strokes with his tongue, plunging deep into her mouth, claiming her in two places at once.
“Do you like that?” he whispered against her skin.
She could only moan into the kiss, a sound of pure, unadulterated need.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He smiled, dark and wicked, as his thick finger slipped inside her. He curled it, stroking that sensitive sweet spot within her walls. The stretch was exquisite, filling her until she clenched around him.
“You’re so damned tight,” he groaned, the words forced past a constricted throat. He could feel his erection straining—a dull, heavy ache demanding release. Her ass wiggled over him, a torture he welcomed with a low hiss of breath.
“More,” she pleaded.
A second finger joined the first, stretching her further as he pumped in and out.
