“You smell like the fucking wind,” he murmured, his mouth moving to the space behind my ear. “Like I’m flying.”
Heat surged to my core as he sucked my skin into his mouth before his lips moved to my earlobe. I pulled back, needing to see his face, needing to taste his lips as a wave of cedar and leather filled my lungs.
Kellan stared at me for a moment before his lips crashed onto mine. My mouth parted for him, and his tongue swept in as his lips guided mine in a smooth, perfect rhythm.
“Fuck me, Kellan,” I urged between breaths, repeating my line from our shared dream.
He stood abruptly, heaving me up with him, and the velvet chair crashed to the ground. My arms slipped around his neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he moved across the room.
My back hit the wall, and I braced myself against the side of the bookshelf as Kellan supported me with one arm. The shuffle of sliding fabric cut through our heavy breaths. His free hand slapped the wall beside my face as his body crushed against mine, and the loose sleeve of my summer dress slipped over my shoulder. The fabric of my bodice lowered with the movement, the cool evening air chilling the top of my breasts.
His mouth slid to my collarbone before he buried his face against my chest, kissing the upper curve of my breast. I gasped as need zipped down my core, and he moved. His lips crashed against mine before he slipped me lower down the wall, and the wide head of his cock met my drenched center.
He slammed into me, pinning me to the wall while supporting my ass with his arm. Fire raced through my core, and it surged, wrapping itself around the proud length of him as he swore.
A moan escaped my lips as he withdrew and slammed back in. The unyielding pressure of the wall prevented any retreat from the delicious sensations screaming through me. My hand pressed against the bookshelf to maintain the connection, to keep the perfect fucking angle as he hammered against me. His breath kissed my ears as he panted into my hair.
Muffled thuds thumped beside us as books tumbled to the carpeted floor, and I released my hand from the bookshelf,wrapping it around Kellan’s neck as he maintained that heavenly angle.
My hands slipped over his muscled shoulders as pressure built. The smooth steel between his legs stretched my soaked center, each thrust a promise to an unspoken plea. Fire built as he moved faster, my eyes closing as my head lolled, the edge of the universe so near I could see the stars.
“Eyes on me,” he growled softly.
My eyelids split to find his gaze hard on mine, his eyes darkened in feral dominance.
Stars exploded as I registered what sat beneath the primal need—the softness and devotion in the depths of his eyes…the love.
His name escaped my lips in a moan as intoxicating sensations swept through me, and my body convulsed against the wall as he moved faster. My body shuddered as he pulled away from the wall, and my back hit the soft carpet. He knelt between my legs, eyes sparking as they landed on mine. His hands moved to my hips as I flipped over to my chest and hiked my ass up.
My skirts lifted, the air cooling my skin before his hand slapped against my ass. I bit my lip against my smile, heat siphoning back into my center as he plunged back into me. His hands rocked my hips against him as he slammed home, over and over again.
His movements became unbridled, his breathing heavy as he slipped a hand over my thigh and between my legs. He pushed into me the same moment his middle finger rubbed a hard circle over my drenched clit, and we crashed into ecstasy together, the moan ripping from his lips the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
LYVIA
While officially outlawed in the first dawn, spells of persuasion were dangerous and rarely successful.
– Forbidden Whispers of Persuasion, Restricted Root Level, Living Library.
Lyvia – Borva, Votruvia
Summer sunshine kissed my face as the soft, Votruvian breeze floated through my loose hair. Eghan House bustled with activity as Kellan directed meetings with the forge masters preparing the materials for themúritinne rings we’d use to arm our minds against Sintarrak.
The flap of a window curtain drew my eye, and I caught Mother Eghan’s face before it disappeared. I tracked her line of sight, and my chest clenched when I spotted Ezrich doing a series of centering exercises with Vulcan on the back lawn. Ezrich had healed incredibly well with her spells.
Heads up, Tiberius murmured into my mind, and I scanned the sky for my caeluma. A flash of black dipped behind one of the cottony clouds decorating the sky.
Drystan has a request, he laughed into my mind.
My brows narrowed in suspicion.Why do you sound so amused?
The door to the sitting room swung open, and Kellan strode into the courtyard. The slight tinge of red in his hair glowed in the afternoon sunshine. My heart squeezed as my mind drifted to his sister. What would Morwyn have thought about all this?
“Have you seen Drystan?” I asked as he rolled his sleeves up.
His dark eyes scanned the rolling hills draping his land, and he shook his head. His loose braids swayed as he reached me and he slipped a hand to my back.
