Page 85 of Potions & Prejudice


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I untied my apron, letting it fall to the ground.

Draven stared with rapt attention.

I reached up, tugging down the shoulders of my dress and pulling it down my body until it pooled around my ankles.

Draven’s eyes went black as he took me in, only in my bra and panties. I held his gaze as I unclasped my bra and let it drop.

He sucked in a sharp breath. I tugged down my panties and turned, walking into the warm pool.

“Well?” I asked over my shoulder. “Are you coming?”

Thirty-Five

ELSPETH

Iturned in the water with a rueful smile on my face.

Draven blinked a few times as if he still hadn’t processed what I was saying. Then he met my gaze and grabbed his shirt, yanking it over his head and revealing the corded muscles of his arms. His torso was lean and muscular, and I wanted to touch him, to feel his hard body.

He grabbed his trousers, pulling them down to reveal his thick, hard length.

The area between my legs ached with need at the sight of him as he walked into the pool, wading closer until he was right in front of me.

“What now?” I asked.

“I have a few ideas,” he said, voice low. He reached out and pulled me to him. “Ever since you kissed me in that closet, I’ve been consumed by you. By your lips. By your scent.” He leaned down and inhaled. “By every part of you.”

He captured my mouth with his and kissed me hard with an urgency I felt to my core. I pressed myself against him, threading my hands in his hair while he wound his arms around my back, caging me. His skin was warm and wet against my own.

“Kissing you is like fighting with you,” I said, breathing hard. A sparringof mouths, teeth, tongues—full of passion and fire. “It makes me want more. It makes me never want to stop.”

He smirked. “Kissing or fighting?”

I placed my hands on either side of his face and drew his mouth back to mine. He bit my bottom lip, and I moaned at that small thread of pleasure and pain mixing.

“I love hearing the sounds you make,” he said. “They drive me fucking wild. You drive me fucking wild.”

He lifted me, cupping my butt. His hands squeezed tight, kneading into my skin. I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us toward the cliff, kissing me the entire time, devouring my mouth with his. We were practically plastered to each other, and still it didn’t feel like we were close enough. Somehow I needed more.

My back met the warm, smooth stone as he pushed me up against it. A small ledge was cut into the rock, and he lifted me onto it, spreading my legs and positioning his head right between them.

He looked up at me with his dark gaze. “I want to taste you, and then I want to fuck you.”

“I think we can manage that,” I said, already tilting my pelvis up toward his mouth, desperate for some release.

“Good. Because I’ve been dying to do this.” He dragged his tongue down my slit, and I threw my head back in ecstasy.

His tongue made slow, languid strokes over my center. I braced my hands on either side of the little alcove where I was perched, legs thrown over Draven’s shoulders as he devoured me. He licked and sucked and plunged his tongue inside of me like I was a feast, and he was a starving man. Hell fucking fire, my body melted under his touch, under his mouth. I’d never have guessed this grumpy, severe man could make me feel things I’d never felt before. I groaned out in pleasure as pressure built in my core, spreading out to my thighs and stomach.

“I’ve wanted to know how you tasted,” he said, pressing kisses to my clit, so featherlight and opposite of the way he’d just been ravaging me.

That pressure. I needed it back. The absence of his tongue suddenly felt like the worst kind of torture. I lifted my pelvis again, and he laughed, the sound low and rumbling through me.

“What’s the verdict?” I asked, breathless.

“You don’t already know?” He dragged his tongue down my centeragain and made me gasp. “You’re fucking delicious. Just like I knew you’d be. I’m starting to regret that I’m doing this here.” He licked again.

“Why?” I asked, barely able to handle the teasing. I wanted him to feast on me again, to give me what I craved.