“Sounds dangerous,” I managed to gasp even as two fingers slid inside me, stroking with intimate knowledge of my body. He took advantage of my parted lips to kiss me, deep, licking, devouring.
“You,” he panted between demanding sucks.“Youare dangerous.”
The compliment gave me butterflies, painted a lazy smile across my face as I reached between us and wrapped my hand around the swollen hardness of him. His exhaled curse felt like another compliment, like the highest praise.
“Slowly,” he warned. “Fuck, Ameirah, it’s already too much.”
I returned my mouth to his for another deep kiss, giving myself over to the madness and beauty of it, not realising justhow mad it could drive me until his thumb found my aching clit at the same time his fingers moved within me. It took three strokes, a filthy kiss, and the feeling of him throbbing in my hand to send me crashing over the edge. Pleasure hit me so completely that starlight fractured across my vision, my head thrown back, neck arched.
Varidian’s teeth scraped down the exposed skin, sending a bright flash of ecstasy through every sense in my body.
“Insanity,” he breathed against my skin. “It would be pure insanity if—”
I was surely insane because the second air slammed back into my lungs, vision returning and gracing me with the sight of my wild-eyed husband, I wanted more, immediately. He breathed my name like a prayer as I guided his fingers from me and gripped his cock. He snarled my name like a curse when I took him inside me.
Light illuminated the sky above us at his first thrust, the movement seemingly beyond his command.
“Losing control, dear husband?” I asked, thoroughly smug.
His answer was a groan, buried in the juncture between my neck and shoulder. Another flash of lightning shot across the sky, and I smirked, sliding a broad touch down his back to give his ass a possessive squeeze.
“Deeper,” I purred, and oh god, Varidian did not disappoint.
“I am never leaving this dream,” he said. Fingertips pressed into my thighs as he took me with deep strokes, the pace just fast enough to send me spiralling towards another release but slow enough to deny me the frantic joining I craved. “I will live here forever.”
I meant to retort something witty and dry, but his hips shifted to a new angle and robbed me of all speech. A feral moan replaced all words on my tongue, and my back arched. The heat of his hands on my body, the friction of his body on mine, theintense light in his eyes as he watched me writhe… I couldn’t take it.
“Varidian,” I panted. “Please.”
“Mm? Is there something you want, Dearling?”
I bared my canines, so close to the edge and closer still with every thrust, every touch. “I want a kiss, and I want you harder, and I want—”
He gave me everything before I could even finish, his mouth slamming into mine like a battle, the crash of his hips into mine a declaration and a blessing, making true, limitless pleasure shoot through my veins. When his thumb swept firm circles over my clit, I was gone.
Lightning shattered across the sky, across my senses as pleasure gripped my body, demanding Varidian follow me over the edge. His cry merged with my moans, merged with the rumble of thunder as his magic blasted out of control. Wind joined the lightning, a welcome coolness that fell in raindrops against my heated skin.
Slowly, bit by bit, I drifted back to the rooftop, back into my body. I was utterly weightless; surely I would have drifted away if not for the weight of Varidian atop me.
“Ameirah,” he groaned, his head on my chest. “I genuinely think you’re trying to stop my heart.”
I snorted softly. “I like your heart beating, thank you very much. But I don’t mind if it skips a beat or two.”
“How are you so good at this?”
“At what?” I stretched under him, enjoying the feeling of him still inside me, and stroked my palms down his warm back. My fingertips traced scars from battles long past.
“Ruining me,” he replied. “You excel at it.”
“It’s my favourite pastime.” I smiled, sweeping my hands up his muscled back to sink them into his hair. That thick, glorious hair. I’d never tire of feeling it spill over my skin.
“Of course reducing me to a trembling mess is your—” His whole body stiffened, relaxed muscles tensing all at once, and his head snapped up to stare at the sky. “How long?”
“What?” My heart quickened, confusion clashing with alarm as Varidian gently slid out of me and sat up, scanning the stormy sky. Lightning flickered as if in answer, another bolt only seconds behind it.
“How long has the sky been like this?”
“A few minutes,” I replied, trying to cling to lazy satisfaction. I rested my hand on his shoulder, muscles built by years of wyvern riding and warring pulled taut beneath my palm. The last time I’d seen him this tense, he’d told me the lightning soul lived inside him and then he knocked me unconscious and sent me to Morysen out of some deluded attempt to keep me safe. “What’s wrong?”
