Page 90 of A Trial of War
I pressed into him, letting the kiss deepen, feeling the rush of warmth spread through me as our mouths moved together in perfect rhythm. His hands gripped the curves of my waist, pulling me closer. The heat of his body was a magnetic force I could no longer resist.
My hands traced over the firm muscles of his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat. I threaded my fingers into his shirt, pulling him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His lips parted slightly, and I melted into him, letting his kiss take over every thought.
His arms slid around me, gripping my backside and pulling me closer, making my core ache in the best way. I tilted my head and kissed him harder, with more urgency, more devotion. I wanted him to know, through this kiss alone, how much he meant to me, how completely I trusted him with every part of my heart and soul.
His hands glided along my spine up to my hair, gripping it in his calloused hands and releasing my lips to trail kisses along the column of my neck. I moaned as his teeth scraped against the claiming mark on my skin.
“Daxton,” I rasped as he pulled back to meet my gaze. His breath mingled with my own as the taste of him lingered on my lips. I swallowed heavily. “I need more.”
I quickly knelt before him, unfastening the belt at his waist, and his hard length sprang free. I wrapped my handaround the base of his perfect cock, the pink tip gleaming with precum, making my mouth water. I moved my lips to his tip, taking him in slowly, savoring the moans of pleasure emanating from my mate above me.
“Gods, yes,” Daxton said with approval, fisting my hair as his hips began to move in rhythm with my mouth.
I gripped his thighs as his pants slid down his legs. His cock slammed into the back of my throat as I sucked him down. He released my hair to lift his shirt, and I stared up at him, mesmerized by the beauty of the male I held between my lips.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
And I obeyed.
Reaching between my legs, I loosened the tie of my pants to find the slickened heat between my thighs.
“Pleasure yourself with your fingers as I claim your mouth, Spitfire.”
The dominating heat in his voice nearly had me coming undone. Sliding my fingers inside me, a moan escaped my lips as his cock thrust inside my mouth. I could barely swallow the length of his shaft, causing me to gag as he bucked his hips forward and grasped my head to hold me in place.
I couldn’t breathe as I choked around him, my fingernails creating crescent marks in his upper thighs. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes before he released me. I gasped for air as he pulled me to my feet. Slowly, he grasped my wrist, bringing my fingers to his lips to lick them clean.
He hummed with approval. “You taste exquisite.”
He leaned in to kiss me as desire flowed through our bond.
“Bend over,” he said against my lips. “I’m taking what is mine.”
His hand cupped the back of my neck as he spun me around before pushing me forward and kicking my legs wide as he stood behind me. I lay flat against the counter, heart pounding wildly in my chest at the sheer dominance of my mate.
Daxton would never hurt me. But it didn’t mean he would be gentle.
Thank the gods above.
In one fluid motion, his fingers gripped my pants and ripped the fabric covering my body away, bare to him from the waist down.
“No undergarments, Spitfire?”
I blushed as I tilted my head to the side. “Disappointed?”
He chuckled darkly as he slapped my backside, causing me to gasp. “Not in the slightest.”
I didn’t have time to say anything as he positioned himself between my spread thighs and, in one powerful thrust, seated himself to the hilt. My heart raced as I closed my eyes and saw stars exploding behind my eyelids. He gripped my hips, and I held on to the edge, splayed out before him. My legs trembled as he thrusted into me, his length hitting so deep my breath hitched.
Daxton’s right hand moved from my hip to stroke the bundle of nerves at my apex, and I melted at his touch. Thefriction between us built higher and higher as he pounded into me from behind.
“You’re so wet,” he said. “I fucking love it.”
I moved with him, meeting each of his thrusts with my own as I chased the pleasure building between us.
“Daxton!” I screamed.
“That’s it, Spitfire. Come for me.”
