“You smell like fresh rain,” he murmured. “Like moss, earth. It’s intoxicating.” He pressed his lips to my jaw. “You’re intoxicating.”
I gasped as he placed his hands on my thighs.
Everything about this man was so intense. It was something I thought I hated about him but now was coming to appreciate. He squeezed my thighs, fingers digging into my skin, and his lips met mine again.
He kissed me deeply, mouth coaxing mine open, tongue slipping inside. I settled onto his lap and spread my legs around his waist. His cock stiffened against me, and I rubbed myself against his hardness.
He moaned into me, fists clutching my shirt the same way he’d clutched my dress when we’d kissed before.
“Let me touch you,” he said, voice low, almost a growl.
“Yes,” I said, breathless.
His hand dipped between my legs, and he slipped it under my panties.
“You’re so wet, Elspeth. Is that for me?”
“Yes,” I said again, apparently unable to say anything else, desire for him burning through me.
His hand hovered over my center, right where I wanted him to touch me.
“So fucking soaked.” His hand skimmed my inner thigh, stoking my need for him. He lightly trailed his fingers to my other inner thigh, where he brushed my skin in soft strokes.
All I could do was cling to him and hope that he touched me where I wanted before I exploded. He moved his fingers to my throbbing core, his hand hovering but not quite touching.
“Is this where you want me?” he whispered.
I nodded, whimpering.
“Then show me how much you want it.”
His breath was so hot on my skin, skittering across me. I lifted myself and sat over his hand, then rubbed, feeling instant relief and a deeper need.
“That’s it. Show me what you need.”
He captured my mouth with his as I rocked back and forth over hishand, so firm and strong. He plunged his tongue into my mouth while his other hand skimmed up my torso, trailing over my skin and up to my nipple. He rolled his thumb around it, making me moan into him. Pleasure rolled through me, and he kissed me harder.
His fingers rubbed against my clit as I rocked faster, my body already unraveling. I hadn’t realized the kind of effect he’d have on me, how quickly he’d be able to wring this pleasure from me.
My orgasm hit hard, explosively. I cried out into his mouth as he kissed me and captured every sound I made.
I unraveled completely, crying out, body taut like a bowstring. He kept rubbing fast circles, kept my orgasm rolling through me in waves that left me gasping and, finally, limp in his arms. I pressed my forehead to his, chest heaving.
That had felt amazing. I’d never done anything like that before. Never rode a man’s hand.
“Ms. Moonflower,” a voice said.
I jumped out of Draven’s lap. His wavy hair was a tousled mess. I’d been running my hands through it the entire time, not even realizing it.
“Yes?” I asked the servant, a man with thick gray hair and a mustache. “Your sister is awake and asking for you.”
My sister. I jolted to a stand. Right. The entire reason I was here.
“Thank you.” I shot one backward glance at Draven as I hurried from the room.
Thirty
ELSPETH
