Bound By Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #8)(43)
Author: Alexandra Ivy

Any hope of restraint was shattered by her response.

He groaned, drinking deeply of her lips as his hands ran an impatient path down her back until he reached the edge of her pants.

Still it wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

Slipping his hands beneath the waistband of her pants, Ariyal peeled them off her legs and tossed them aside, pausing only long enough to kick aside his own jeans before he slowly sank to his knees.

Jaelyn made a faint sound of surprise, but Ariyal was too enthralled by the sight of her spread before him to notice.

She was exquisite.

Perfect.

And, unable to resist temptation, he leaned forward to worship the very heart of her femininity with his tongue and teeth.

He wrapped his arms around her slender thighs, urging them farther apart as he relished the slick satin beneath his tongue. She tasted of cool shadows and stormy nights.

A heady combination that could easily become addictive.

Her faint moan whispered on the air, and Ariyal glanced upward to catch a glimpse of her as she gripped the edge of the table, her back bowed and her head tossed back in blatant pleasure.

Yes.

This was what drove men to conquer empires and destroy civilizations. It made reasonable men commit murder.

This exquisite, wondrous madness.

And he was lost, he inwardly accepted, capturing her clitoris between his teeth. She gave a keening cry as he tormented her tiny knot of pleasure. The sound echoed deep within Ariyal, stirring that primitive, possessive part of him that he wanted to ignore.

Mine …

The potent word echoed through his mind, branding across his heart.

With a low growl he forced away the dangerous thought, concentrating on Jaelyn’s pleasure. He wasn’t going to ruin the moment.

Not when he couldn’t be certain it would ever come again.

As if to reward his dedication to his current task, Jaelyn moaned, her fingers plunging into his hair to pull it free of the braid. He gave her a last, lingering lick before he was off his knees and standing between her legs.

Grabbing her hips, he scattered heated kisses across her cheek.

“Are you ready for me, Jaelyn?” he breathed.

Her hands skimmed downward, grasping his c**k and angling it toward her waiting body.

“I’m ready,” she said with an edge of desperation in her voice, her fingers stroking him from the tip of his erection to the thick base. “Please, Ariyal.”

Ariyal hissed as he battled back the looming orgasm. He wasn’t ready to lose himself in oblivion.

“Tell me, Jaelyn. Tell me you want me,” he commanded as he watched her eyes glaze with need.

“I already told you,” she rasped.

“I need to make sure it’s crystal clear between us,” he breathed, leaning down to brush his lips over hers. “I won’t be accused of forcing you.”

Her arms lifted to encircle his neck, her eyes glittering like jewels in the moonlight.

“No man could force me.”

“Then say the words.”

She cursed, but, tilting back her head, she met his stubborn gaze.

“I. Want. You.”

“Ariyal.”

“Ariyal.” Her nails raked down his back. “Happy?”

“I intend to be,” he muttered.

Sliding his hands over her br**sts, he molded the firm mounds, lowering his head to taste the puckered tip. She quivered, her legs circling his hips as she urged him to put an end to their torment.

“Ariyal … dammit.”

He chuckled, smugly proud of his ability to reduce her to begging. Then her fingers tightened around his c**k and his laughter became a low groan of need.

Bloody hell. He was close.

Too close to continue his teasing.

“You win,” he muttered, his hands smoothing down the curve of her waist before slipping between her legs, his fingers closing over hers to guide his aching c**k to her welcoming entrance.

“Always,” she breathed, her determination to have the last word ruined as she gasped in pleasure as he stroked deep into her body.

He gripped her hips, his features tight with retrained need.

“Hold on, Jaelyn,” he said. “This might be a bumpy ride.”

She flashed her fangs, moving her hands over his chest as she tightened her muscles to clamp around his cock, which was buried to the hilt.

“Bring it on, fairy.”

Barely recalling how to breathe, Ariyal claimed her lips in a possessive kiss, pulling out until he was once again poised at her entrance. Jaelyn muttered low words of protest, reaching down to grab his ass.

His soft laughter echoed through the empty house. “Slower is sweeter, Jaelyn.”

Sucking his lower lip into her mouth, she dug her nails into his flesh.

“Do you want me to beg?”

He eased back inside her, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body as he buried himself to the hilt.

“I want you to scream,” he commanded.

“Make me,” she whispered, her legs tightening around his hips.

He nibbled a path of kisses of her neck so he could whisper directly in her ear.

“A challenge?”

“Are you up for … oh!”

Her words were forgotten as he pulled out and then rocked his hips upward, nearly lifting her off the table with the force of his thrust.

They cried out in unison, Jaelyn burying her face in his neck as he held on to her hips and briefly absorbed the sensation of his erection sheathed in her tight channel. Then, as she trembled against him, he repeated the forceful surge, keeping his pace just as slow and sweet as he promised.

Or at least that was the plan.

With every thrust Jaelyn lifted her hips upward, possessing the strength to meet his thrusts with an explosive impact. He’d never had such a powerful lover. At least not one who could meet him stroke for stroke with pleasure instead of pain.

It was … intoxicating.

And unnervingly intimate.

It was as if they were being fused together. Not just physically, but in the passion that bound them.

In this moment they were one.

Her lips trailed down his throat, creating tiny jolts of electric excitement as he felt the sharp tip of her fangs brush his skin.

He grimly crushed the insane desire to feel those fangs sinking into his flesh, concentrating on the building tension that clenched the muscles of his groin.

“Are you with me, Jaelyn?”

Her nails dug into his skin, her head angling back to stab him warning glare.

“Don’t stop,” she growled. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He grinned with wicked enjoyment at her demands. “I told you I was going to make you scream, Jaelyn,” he reminded her, his hands shifting to pull her legs higher on his waist, angling her upward so he could plunge even deeper.