Series: Charmaine Pauls
Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I stand rooted to the spot, following the conversation as if it’s happening in a different place and to someone else.
“I’ll get Vitai for you anyway,” Kian says.
He nods in my direction and leaves promptly.
Tarix stares at the green puddle on the floor. “I’ll get the guards to clean this up.”
Aruan isn’t listening anymore. He lifts me into his arms and carries me swiftly to his room. Once we’re safely inside, he lowers me to my feet. I open my mouth to tell him we need to disinfect the cut while we wait for Vitai, because who knows what else the Phaelix chopped with that blade, but his mouth is on mine before I can utter a word. His bloodied hands are all over my body, touching and stroking as if he has to reassure himself that I’m here and alive.
The protest that had formed at the back of my mind dies prematurely as the fire running through me incinerates any inhibitions or objections. All that remains is the fear, the horrible fear that Aruan could’ve died, and with that thought, the strange accompanying sentiment that my soul is being shredded.
I barely register the hands that tug at the laces of my dress. His kiss is too all-consuming, my feelings too strange and overwhelming, almost as if they’re not my own. He growls impatiently into the kiss, his urgency matching mine as it reaches a feverish pitch. The reason for his impatience becomes clear when he gives up on blindly undoing the laces, and I hear the tearing of fabric as he rips them free. The tight bodice gives, allowing me to breathe more easily. I drag the welcome air into my lungs just as I’m inhaling Aruan’s very essence—that enticing male smell.
He groans his approval when I reciprocate by pulling at his shirt. As if my reaction somehow gives him the permission he needs, he quickly pushes the sleeves of my dress over my arms. The garment pools around my feet, leaving me naked except for my shoes. I have no idea how Aruan’s shirt has come off, if I tore it from his body or if he did it himself, but when his chest is finally bare, I press myself against him and tangle my arms around his neck like vines.
He’s tall enough that the action raises me onto my toes…and then higher as he fastens his hands on my ass and lifts me until my shoes dangle from my feet before finally dropping to the floor. The unyielding planes of his hairless chest are smooth and warm. Deep grooves define the hard-cut muscles. I can’t stop rubbing against him, needing to get closer, needing more, so much more.
“Dragons, Elsie,” he says through gritted teeth, practicing steely self-restraint.
I can’t explain how I know that. I just instinctively understand what he feels—the fast-dwindling control, the building tide, and the terrible need.
I’m burning up inside, flames consuming me alive. I don’t even care that we’re covered in his blood and that his handprints are leaving red stains on my skin. I’m beyond thinking, especially when he bends down and kisses a sensitive spot on my neck.
I tilt my head, giving him better access. He plants a trail of burning kisses down to my collarbone and over the curve of my breast. When he takes my hardened nipple into his mouth, I nearly come on the spot. The way he flicks his tongue over the tip before teasing it with his teeth is wicked. I’ve never felt anything like it. Something contracts in my core, my pleasure building instantly.
“Yes,” he says with a note of victory, releasing my breast and letting me down to shed his boots and pants.
I drag my gaze over him, taking in the magnificent male body in front of me, the broad chest and flat stomach, the abdomen that’s drawn in rock-hard squares like a slab of carved concrete, the deep V that cuts to his groin, and—
Oh, shit.
He’s enormous. Huge. His cock is thick and long, ribbed with veins and adorned with a smooth, wide crest.
I drop my gaze lower, taking in his powerful legs. Aruan lets me watch, lets me get my fill, and a part of me mourns the fact that he has ruined me for other men. The unfairness makes me want to weep, but I don’t know if it’s with joy or sadness.
He’s looking too, studying my body. Somehow, this is different from the other times I’ve been naked in front of him. His intentions aren’t the same. But I’m too far gone to care, especially when he closes the distance between us and pulls me flush against him so that his hardness is nestled against my stomach.
When he bends his knees and slides that hardness through my thighs, I cry out in ecstasy. At the sound that escapes my lips, he becomes like a beast, holding my face in the vise of his hands while plundering my mouth and stroking my tongue with his, all the while gliding that thick cock over my folds, in and out of the narrow space between my pressed-together legs.