Page 178 of Season Warriors & Wolves

His massive hand wrapped around my jaw and bit on my lip. “Where are these manners when you go dashing inside burning flames, hm?”

I moaned when he gave me what I begged for. “I save them for special occasions.”

His other hand dug hard on the flesh of my thigh, holding my hips steady as he fastened his thrusts. “Evil woman.”

“Tell me,” I breathed between kisses, my nails digging into biceps that had caged my head. “How does the dark side feel, my darling?”

His shadows slithered over my arms, pulling them up and over my head, pinning them still. “You first. Tell me in detail how it feels filling you up.” The same shadows crawled back down my body, curling over my legs and parting them open further for him. He rose to his haunches, looking down between us where his thick cock disappeared inside of me. “Fuck, love, your cunt feels so good.” I’d rarely seen such a boyish grin on his face. He licked a finger, lowering it on my centre where nerves were burning like fireworks, circling the sensitive spot until my thighs started quivering and begging for that release it was chasing.

He pulled out of me and spun me around to my stomach, his shadows slithering under my belly to push my hips up for him. “Mmm,” he hummed, brushing a rough palm down my spine and over my bottom. “My little hellcat.”

I hissed when his palm met my skin once and then twice, the burn ached so good that it was hard to cover the sounds even with my face between sheets.

Kilian’s hand wrapped around the length of my hair a couple times and he pulled my head back just as he slammed back inside of me. “You deny me that sound again and both me and you say goodnight right now.”

“I can’t,” I panted, my arms shaking. “Kil, I’m going to come.”

“Tell me to fuck you harder. I know you can take it,” he breathed in my ear. “Tell me this cunt is mine and that I can fuck it harder.”

I wanted to scream yes, but my body was shaking to the point I was afraid to black out. So I frantically nodded instead. “Yours.”

There was nothing soft about the way he handled me. It was carnal, bruising, sinful. Yours and mine became so vague the more he fucked me. Yours and mine became such empty words from the way he so savagely claimed my body and I claimed his. Yours and mine were so simple compared to the way my body reacted to his sounds of wanton pleasure. So, so simple they became when he spilled inside of me. Grew entirely amorphous when my own release tore through me, breaking and breaking until I felt like the thinnest glass crashing against the thickest rock.

His breathing was loud.

Mine was louder.

“How pretty you come,” he purred in my ears, slapping my sex and then rubbing the sting away, dragging a long and tired moan out of me and another rippling wave of pleasure.

I hissed when he pulled out of me, my arms could not bear the weight of my body anymore and I collapsed face down on the mattress. His mouth latched on my spine that still tingled with licks of electricity. He trailed gentle kisses all over my body, and then pulled my hair back to kiss my cheek. “You’re going to go to sleep with my come running out of you?”

My eyes were so heavy. “Deal with your own mess,” I mumbled, still hot, sweating and out of breath.

The mattress raised and then dipped again when he returned from the bathroom. A gentle whack on my bottom made me jerk, my hips arching back just a little. “Warm now?” he asked, cleaning me up and then digging his teeth on my backside.

Apparently, I looked funny when I glared.

A string of laughter poured out of him all the trip round our bedroom. He laughed cleaning up, dressing up, laying down, pulling me for a cuddle. It was suffocatingly hot, but I pressed my cheek to his strong arm that was wrapped around my head tightly enough to suffocate me.

Fine, it was a bit tighter than just that. “Why do you have me in a headlock?”

He jolted, arms loosening. “Shit, did I hurt you?”

I cracked an eye open. “Kil, I’m fine, darling. Not going anywhere either.”

“Before you end my life for not telling you earlier,” he said, reaching on the nightstand and handing me a letter. “Solarya sends word.”

I shot up, quickly unfolding the paper to read the three short lines.

My shields have lowered for you. Magnus Llyr Vayr, King of Solarya.

“What is this? A love letter? My shields have lowered for you,” I mocked, rolling my eyes at the melodramatic delivery of words.

“Let us hope he loves me enough to send love letters, my love,” the fool said, pulling me to him again. “Maybe I can seduce him to help us.”

I gaped at him and he threw his head back, laughing some more.

“Not funny.”