Dragon Heartstring(32)

“Here.” I handed him the towel. “You know, for a man of means, you never seem to be prepared for the weather.”

He chuckled as he dragged the towel over his face and hair. “No. I suppose not.”

“Where have you been tonight?”

He tossed the towel to the side and pulled his wet T-shirt over his head, then dropped it to the floor.

“I’ve given your guards the night off.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll be staying here tonight.”

The silhouette of his broad shoulders and fine torso held me breathless.

“You still didn’t tell me where you’ve been.”

He said nothing as he took in my appearance from top to bottom. I could barely see his eyes in the dark. Then the lightning flashed, and I hitched in a breath. The way the man looked at me, with desperate longing and unhidden desire, nailed me in place. Waiting. Hoping.

A violent crash of lightning and thunder vibrated the glass. I jumped and turned toward the window. He captured me there, arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

“No need to be afraid,” he whispered in my ear.

“I’m not afraid,” I said. “Just touch me, Demetrius.”

His lips found that sweet spot below my ear. His hands skated down my arms to my hands. He lifted them and flattened my palms against the glass. “Leave them there,” he commanded.

I moaned when he cupped my breast. His thumb circled my tight nub over the silk, the sensation delicious. He glided his other hand down my waist, over my hip, under my hem, across my thigh, and between my legs. He growled when he found I hadn’t worn any panties.

“Is this for me?”

“Yes,” I managed to say. “I hoped you’d come back.”

“I told you I would.” His mouth was on my skin. “I keep my promises.” Then he whispered close to my ear. “Now open your legs for me.”

I couldn’t do anything but obey, close my eyes, and ride the sweet sensation that was Demetrius and his clever fingers. And they were very clever. I gasped.

He bit my earlobe. “I want to be inside you. Right now.”

“Here?” I asked, opening my eyes. The sky was dark, but we were plainly visible to anyone in the apartment building across the way if they were looking. Especially because they were Morgon and could see well enough at night. “What if someone sees us?”

“Then let them watch.”

He pinched my nipple lightly then pulled away. His other hand was still hard at work between my legs, stroking till I was slick with need. I heard the unbuckling of his belt, the sliding of his zipper, and the shift of his pants coming off his hips. That sound alone nearly made me come.

“Keep your hands on the window,” he rasped, his mouth close to my ear again, the stubble on his jaw scraping my neck.

The back of my gown lifted. He pressed a palm up my spine, leaning me forward at an angle. He nudged me with the head of his shaft, rubbing between my wet folds before pushing slowly inside me. He groaned and sheathed himself completely with a sharp thrust.

“Oh, God.” I reached back with one hand for his thigh and found his pants still half on. I fisted the material and pulled him harder as he sucked low on my neck, definitely leaving a mark.

He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, wrenched my hand free, and placed it back on the window. “Hold on, Shakara.” He gripped my hips, the folds of silk bunched under his hands, and started to really move.

“Demetrius.”

My back bowed at the force of his pounding thrust. He spread one hand atop mine against the window, his arm brushing the arch of my wing. He hit me in the sweetest spot with every pump of his hips. That same tightening in my chest coiled and wound around my heart, prickling with a slight sting.

Then Demetrius slowed, grinding his hips in a sensual circle. “You feel so good.”

One of his hands slid back underneath the front of my gown, gliding between my legs, and stroked me with those perfect fingers. A shocking wave of pleasure pushed me too high too fast. I screamed, my whole body tensing with the sudden orgasm. He stilled and let me ride it out. When I started to collapse, he pulled out and caught me in his arms, being careful of my wings. After hiking his pants up loosely, he carried me across the living room and into my bedroom.

He lay me on my back. I spread my wings out flat as he pulled my straps down over my shoulders and tugged the nightie down off my hips and tossed it on the floor. I’d left one small lamp lit on the side table. Normally, the thought of being fully naked in front of a man would send me into a trembling mess. But since Demetrius had just put me into a trembling mess for another reason, I was surprisingly calm. And the way his hooded eyes ate up every inch of my body while he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants made me feel…

“Beautiful,” he said, voice dropping deep.

The sight of him still fully erect and his eyes filled with desire stirred me. He lay on top, his weight on one forearm, and cupped one of my breasts with his free hand. His mouth found my other. With a hiss, I arched my back, every part of me overly sensitized. His weight pinned me down, his tongue as clever as his fingers.

“Demetrius. Please,” I begged.

He shifted up and captured my mouth with his, spreading my thighs with his torso before thrusting inside me again.

I combed my fingers through his silky hair, intoxicated by his scent and mesmerized by the way his body rolled over and moved inside of mine. When I wrapped my ankles at the small of his back, he moaned.