Draco A Medieval Scottish Roma - Jayne Castel Page 0,71
fingertips.
Gavina’s eyelids fluttered shut, and she gave herself up to it. This was exquisite torture, and yet she didn’t want him to ever stop.
Draco moved farther down her body and spread her legs so that she was fully exposed to him. Sitting back on his heels, he stared down at her, his hot gaze devouring her.
Gavina watched him under hooded lids. She ached for him. And despite the cool night air feathering across her skin, sweat now beaded across her body.
“You are so lovely,” he said, his voice a rasp. “Indeed … I could forget who I am when I’m with you, Gavina.”
His words made her breathing hitch, hope flickering deep in her breast. “Then make it so, Draco,” she whispered. “Make us both forget.”
XXIX
HEART AND SOUL
HE MADE LOVE to her with a tenderness that caused Gavina to weep.
Her groans filtered across the deserted beach when he slid deep into her. He then began to take her in long, slow strokes. Achingly slow. Gavina wasn’t sure she could bear it.
And all the while, Draco cupped her face and trailed kisses down over her cheeks, her eyelids, her jaw—before he captured her mouth once more, his tongue mimicking the slick slide of his shaft inside her.
Gavina started to tremble, pleasure flowering across her lower belly, wet heat pulsing deep in her core. She cried out, arching up against him.
Draco drove into her now, relentless.
Gavina peaked again, pleasure thrumming through her with each thrust. She couldn’t bear it, and yet she felt as if she’d die if he stopped.
She gasped things to him, heated, sultry things she’d never dare say in other circumstances. She told him how much she ached for him, how he brought her alive.
Tears streaked her face once more as she shattered around his shaft again.
Above her, Draco’s face was a study in feral lust, his skin drawn tight over high cheek bones. He continued to take her in thrusts that were becoming increasingly desperate. He bucked and rocked against her, and Gavina’s body turned molten. She clung to him, as if they lay in the midst of a tempest and only he could shelter her.
And when he climaxed, both their cries echoed down the empty shore.
It took Gavina a long while to come back to earth afterward. At first, neither of them spoke, the ragged sound of their breathing mingling with the rumble of the waves and the murmur of the wind.
For a while, all Gavina could do was cling to him, as she attempted to recover from the madness that had swept them both up in its clutches. With him in her arms, she could believe that this man was truly hers.
Letting out a deep sigh, Draco heaved himself up off her, onto his elbows. “Am I crushing you?” he asked, his voice husky.
“No,” Gavina replied truthfully. She loved the weight of his body upon hers. He was still buried inside her, and she never wanted him to leave. Never wanted this night to end.
Still propped up on his elbows, Draco’s gaze sought hers. He then favored Gavina with a lopsided smile that made her chest ache. “You were right … I did forget.”
Gavina tried to smile, although the expression was wobbly. Even now, she could feel the magic they’d spun fading away, like morning mist burning off under the first rays of sunlight. “I wish it could have been more than that,” she whispered. “If only passion could break the curse.”
He stared down at her, his expression suddenly vulnerable. “I don’t think I’m capable of love, Gavina … but if I were, it would be you I’d give my heart to. Only you.”
The ache in Gavina’s chest increased. How she longed to reveal what lay in her own heart. And yet she was still reeling from the discovery herself.
When exactly had her feelings begun to change? She wasn’t entirely sure. Perhaps when they’d actually conversed for the first time, rather than verbally sparring, and she’d discovered how loyal he was to his friends. With each interaction since then, she’d become increasingly ‘aware’ of him. And then when they’d been together in her bed-chamber, and he’d unbound her hair and run his hands through it, she’d realized things were about to get complicated between them.
Gavina hadn’t lost her heart to anyone before. However, when she stared up into Draco’s proud face, into dark eyes that a woman could drown in, she knew she was lost.
Now was her chance to tell him so—and yet she held her tongue.