“No one treats you that way, Rosalina,” I snarl. “And if I didn’t get out of there, I would have torn every one of them apart, then my beast would have shown up to finish the job.”
Her fingers curl around mine, breath heavy in her throat. She looks up at me with those big brown eyes, and I’m fucking gone. “Day—”
I pull her toward me and kiss her with everything I have.
37
Rosalina
Dayton’smouthcrashesovermine. My body has a mind of its own, my fingers tugging in his hair, pushing him harder against me as if I’m afraid he’ll pull away before I get my fill. And I don’t think I ever will.
His stubble scratches against my chin as we move together, his lips exploring with the perfect mix of strength and tenderness. I feel the hunger in him as much as I feel it in myself. There’s no sense to the flurry of emotions in my head, but my body knows what it wants, and it wants this. His arms wrap around me and the heat between us is palpable.
I’d thought I needed a fun night with a random fae, but when those males came around, a strange prickling of disgust covered my body. And when one kissed me? Full out nausea, like I was going to vomit all over the beautiful bar. It had only stopped when Dayton pulled me away.
There’s still dried blood splattered across his chest. I run my fingers over it as I break the kiss.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he gasps, lips skipping over the sensitive spot beneath my ears.
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.I’ve never felt like this before, as if I’m a tiny shell tossing in a turbulent surf.
Dayton leans down to kiss me again, and my mouth opens against his. He wraps his arms around me, then lifts me like I’m nothing, which issonot true. My back gently hits the stone wall, a slim gap between the thorns, and my legs wrap around his waist.
I brace myself on one of the thick stems. It shudders beneath my touch. Hey, at least they’re useful for something.
Dayton looks me up and down, pupils blown as they skim over my body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Then his lips are on my neck, sucking the skin hard.
I cry out, bucking my hips, and feel his solid length beneath his loose pants. A male rumble sounds in his throat as he pushes harder against me.
His lips make their way back up to my mine. He sweeps the hair off my forehead with his large hands as our hips rock, finding a rhythm almost instantly. Like my body was made to move with his.
“Dayton,” I whimper his name between kisses.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
He smiles into our kiss. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I’m going to make you feel so good, love.”
Pure liquid heat pools in my core. Dayton trails one of his rough hands down my front, then slips aside the fabric, exposing my breast to the cool air before his hand covers it.
My back arches into his touch.Dayton squeezes my breast, massaging it gently, before running a thumb over my perked nipple. The sensation travels like a bolt through me, and my muscles tighten.
Dayton gives a satisfied sound, then slides the fabric away from my other breast. But this one he doesn’t cover with his hand. He uses his mouth, dipping down, closing his lips around it.
I blink rapidly as my body registers the sensation, and I cry out: “Oh… Oh!” One of my hands flies down to grip his shoulder, the other tightening on a vine twisting among the thorns.
Dayton licks across the expanse of my chest, leaving a searing heat in its wake. He captures the other aching breast in his mouth and sucks gently, sending electric shocks throughout my body. As he releases it with a soft pop, his trembling fingertips dance across the other. His lips part as he grazes me with his teeth, sending me into a pleasure-filled whirlpool.
He straightens, pushing himself hard into me, and the feeling of my wet breast crushing against his chest is maddening. “Did you like being kissed there, little blossom?”
“Yes,” I mumble against his neck. God, he smells good. Salt and sweat.
One of his hands squeezes into the soft flesh of my thigh and he moves higher. “Anywhere else you’d like it? I doubt that kumquat of an ex-boyfriend was any good but—”
“More like ex-fiancé. Or maybe fiancé?” I gasp.
Dayton rolls his eyes, but his hand moves higher, tickling the top of my thigh and brushing the fabric aside. “Whatever. Ex-fiancé.” He smirks. “Did you like his lips here?”