His face took on a crueler cast as he arched her toward him and lowered his fangs to her breast, holding her gaze. Saieke groaned at the pleasure-pain that knifed through her as his fangs pierced her flesh. He drank deeply while his hands caressed her body roughly but seductively. He retracted his fangs and captured her nipple in his mouth and pulled. Hot dark pleasure rushed through her as the eroticism of what he was doing to her caused another orgasm to rush through her, blinding and frightening in its intensity.
He became rougher, and his chakra became darker. He sucked and nibbled at her nipple and slipped his hand down to her core where without warning he plunged two fingers past her resistance deep into her body. “Drac!”
He snarled as her hips recoiled, he withdrew his fingers and thrust inside again.
She felt his control crack.
He ran his tongue over the punctures on her breast and her neck closing them, then kissed her with raw dominance in tune with the plunging fingers.
Saieke drew her lips from his and moaned, “Drac, I can’t…” against his mouth as the pleasure-pain that was knifing through her core edged closer to only pain.
“You can,” he hissed and twisted her down to the bed.
He withdrew his fingers and placed his hands under her hips and drew her to his mouth. His tongue swiped through the slit; it lashed and suckled. Saieke keened into the room as her body fragmented as exquisite bliss stormed her senses.
He gave her no ease, licking her into mindless pleasure, slowly and gently, then with harsh intensity. Saieke sobbed and undulated against his tongue desperate for more. He carried her body to the pinnacle of pleasure over and over until she was hoarse from screaming his name. Drac lifted her hips higher, nudged her legs wider, and ran his lips to the inside of her thighs where he pierced her with his fangs while he thrust two of his fingers inside her aching core.
Saieke wailed in pleasure and exhaustion as another orgasm lifted her torso off the bed and she was only supported by the strength of his hands under her hips. Drac swiped his tongue over the punctures and eased her down to the bed. He withdrew his fingers from her and laved her body with his tongue. He swiped from her hips to her stomach, from her breast to her neck. Saieke lay on the bed as tremors racked her body. There was the softest brush of his lips over hers as he kissed her lips, gentling her.
Saieke stared at the sensuality that carved his features and smiled. She could not believe he was still fully clothed. He returned her appraisal lazily, as if he had not just given her the most incredible delight. She drew the covers to her and stumbled to the edge of the bed. The sweat on her skin cooled with the air that wafted through the window. With a flick of her fingers breeze whipped into the room and closed the window. “I want you as my consort.”
She lifted her hand to trace his lips and blinked.
He disappeared.
They really had to stop doing that was the last hazy thought she had before she succumbed to the deep pull of sleep.
Chapter Ten
The princess purred and stretched against the silken sheets. “I can feel you,” she murmured without looking in his direction.
Interesting. His chakra was fully leashed. The shadows slithered from him, and she twisted her head to where he sat in the high wing back chair by the fire.
She glowed with pleasure.
“I am at your service for the days that you will remain in our kingdom, Princess. However my lapse in judgment will not happen again,” he said.
“I will have you as my lover, Darkan.”
“Stated like a true princess,” Drac responded with no inflection in his voice, even though his beast roared in agreement. She was exquisite.
She is ours, his beast’s voice slid across his mind.
Patience, he said. “Are you not the Nurian king’s intended?” he asked. “Blood-oathed?”
“Not by my will or desire.” She stood and sauntered to him. “Does it matter?”
“Most assuredly it does, Princess.”
“You did not touch me like it mattered,” she said, gazing down at him with penetrating awareness. She stepped between his open legs, the coverlets brushing against his knees, her scent enticing.
Ours
A blush warmed her cheeks. “You did not taste me like it mattered…in fact, your touch made me feel owned by you…not by the insignificant Nurian king.”
Drac wrestled with the flare of rage that came at the thought of her with someone else. He had exerted ruthless control to tear himself from her earlier, and he would not succumb again. He glided to his feet. She tilted her head exposing the graceful arch of her neck. His beast lunged, and Drac tamped down harshly on the desire that roused upon just looking at her.
“Dress yourself, Princess. I will return shortly,” he said stepping into the shadows.