~ DONAVYN ~
Bren sucked in as I devoured her in a kiss so deep her head thunked back against the wall. I grabbed at her body, desperate and shaking, pleading with her not to hate me for it.
And she didn’t.
My beautiful, capable,strongmate threw her arms around my neck and took that kiss like she’d wanted it.
I was a man possessed.
Since the moment I’d seen her in that dress, my body pushed me to her, to have her, mark her,remind her—and every other fucker in this castle—who she belonged to. After listening to half a dozen self-important nobles talk about her like a broodmare whose tail they’d lifted to assess, I was desperate.
Thenhe’dpropositioned her? Outright?
Dragons be damned. The man wasn’t playing games—he would take her if he could.
And everything in me screamedno.
My instincts jangled alarm—I wouldn’t help by hurting her, or scaring her. But then she tipped her head aside, clawed her hands into my hair and took the kiss deeper, and if I hadn’t been keeping utterly silent so as not to invite unwanted intruders, I would have groaned.
To my shock and joy, she met my urgency, my agitation, beat for beat.
When I reached into that over-tight bodice to free her breast, she arched her back, pressing her nipple up and into my mouth the moment it was free.
I sucked and laved, one hand at her back, pulling her to me, the other fumbling at my belt, freeing myself. I gasped, strangling the cries that wanted to break in my throat, because I wouldnothave anyone else see her this way. But I needed her. I needed hernow.
When I bent down to furl up her skirts, she widened her stance and clawed at my back.
When I dragged hands up the insides of her legs and pulled those skirts up and away from her like curtains to reveal the stage, she lifted one perfect leg and hooked it over my hip.
But then I was there, pressed against her, staring at her, breath hot and lips hovering over hers, and sanityhadto win.
‘Bren, I’m going to crush your dress. They’ll know.’
‘I don’t care.’
‘If I turn you around—’
‘Do it. Yes.’
She dropped her foot as I dropped her skirts, grabbed her shoulders and whipped her around to face the wall. Pulling her back a step, I bent her forward with one hand, and with the other I pulled her skirts up—already crushed where she’d been sitting on them—flipping them over her back. Then reached for her, finding her already slick and ready for me.
A tiny, animalistic growl rumbled in my chest as I took her hand in my other and planted it on the wall, sliding my fingers between hers and pinning it there.
Then I reached around with wet fingers to grasp her breast and felt the hard rivet of her nipple under my palm.
When I entered her, the pleasure rushed through me, raising every hair on my body, all the way to my scalp so that I almost forgot where we were.
Bren gasped and her back arched, her head falling back. Her fingers tightened on mine against the wall and I thrust into her with such force I lifted her off her toes.
She made a tiny cry and I buried my face in her neck, pumping into her, pounding, hissing in her ear through my teeth.
‘Mine… you’re mine. No matter what they think or how they cheapen it. Mine, Bren. And I’m yours. To my soul.’
‘Yes!’
“Look at me,” I hissed through my teeth.‘Look at me!’
Bren turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, and I almost came. Her eyes were half-glazed, mouth open and jaw slack. And she pulsed as I thrust into her again. Then again—so hard my thighs slapped on her and I hissed a curse and hooked a hand under her thigh to hold her higher.
