My muscles locked, straining to draw back. To stop myself. To stop her. To stop us. For once I did this, I could not undo it.
The pumpkins’ glow highlighted the beauty mark nestling over her lips like a knot of wood. Above that lying mouth.
My eyes raked over her, and my growl carved through the night. “You are the most meddlesome creature I’ve ever known.”
Fuck it. My hands shot out, seized Aspen’s hips, and hoisted her against me.
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Aspen
We collided, my body slamming against his. The force of his grip shoved a gasp from the pit of my throat, the primal noise catching between us as Aire’s mouth seized my own. He devoured the sound, swallowed it whole with a ravenous growl that rumbled from his chest.
The axe dropped from my fingers. The world tilted on its axis. The ground quaked beneath me.
Those firm lips sloped at a deep angle and crushed to mine, hauling on me with sinuous tugs. Prickles dashed across the sensitive skin, and heat sizzled into my pores. The inferno of Aire’s mouth threw me into a fever dream, a figment coming to life.
Yet this was real. The possessive snare of his lips was real. The hard press of his torso was real. The hectic snatch of his fingers was real. And my violent response was real.
So. Fucking. Real.
On a growl equal to his own, I launched myself into the kiss. With a battle cry, I clawed my hands into his hair, shearing through the ashy layers and fisting the roots. I yanked his face down to mine, the vicious pull wrenching a groan from Aire’s chest, the broad span of his pecs shuddering across my tits.
One mighty palm thrust into my hood, shred through my locks, and trapped the back of my scalp. Locking me in place, Aire unleashed. Like a carnivore set loose from its cage, hesmashed my mouth to his and laid siege, the strength of his jaw kicking my head back.
Sparks flew up my spine. A destitute moan fractured from my tongue, motivating Aire into action. Chasing that sound, he dragged the point of his tongue along the seam of my lips.
And. Holy. Shit.
The hot slide broke me open, my mouth cracking like a shell. Rasping, he probed me apart. In one slick move, his tongue flexed inside.
Seasons strike me. I died seven hundred deaths, then blazed like a phoenix.
That rampant tongue plied my own, every skillful pitch disorienting. Heat assaulted my clit, the pleat of my cunt throbbing in tempo to his lips. This soldier kissed like he fought—powerful and destructive—putting to shame all prior fantasies I had years ago while making myself come.
This man tore into me. Uttering a starved noise, he hauled our mouths together and ripped the kiss to pieces.
No resistance. No restraint.
He didn’t clasp me like someone delicate or frail. Rather, the knight kissed with his entire soul. He put his frame into the embrace, deep and vehement, sensing what I wanted, what I needed, what I could handle. He didn’t ease into this any more than I did, because that wasn’t who we were around each other.
This kiss held strength. This kiss empowered.
I hummed for more, more, more. And he gave, and gave, and gave.
Seething, Aire drove one hand into my cloak and clamped onto my ass. Using the leverage, he hoisted me against him, the momentum hammering our mouths together. His tongue ground in and out, the furious pump matching the rhythm of fucking, the urgent pace wetting my pussy.
The instant his cock thickened against my clit, my thoughts flaked to ash. Whimpers shuddered off my tongue as it melted into his. The solid outline of that cock rustled against my skirt, so that shoved my hips forward, eager to feel the shape of his crown flaring wide.
Aire seethed, the noise cutting between his teeth.
That’s right, soldier. Serve me good.
My kiss drove a hiss from his lungs. His dick rose, the hard and heavy bridge shoving against the flap of his pants, the friction invigorating. With his hand seizing my ass, the cloak fell open. He must have felt the warmth radiating between my thighs, the slim walls riding against his sac.
Despite how often he flushed at crudity, this upstanding knight rumbled like a starving creature. His savage response scorched my veins, turning me into a wild thing, eager for more. Not out of submission, but in victory.
I lunged, flying from the tree trunk. Now that I’d finally gotten a taste, no way in hell was I letting this go without drawing blood.
