The Devil's Ditty (The Spellsinger #14) - Amy Sumida Page 0,2
me, but I waved him off and left before we could get into a conversation. I knew how annoyed Verin was likely to be over my tardiness and couldn't waste another minute, even on my husband.
And I'd been right to rush.
Verin snarled when he spotted me, swung around to face me, and snatched me up. I was over his shoulder, then falling onto his enormous bed in three seconds flat. I hastily disrobed while Verin paused at the foot of the bed to yank off his clothing and cast it aside, giving me savage looks the entire time. I had just made it to my underwear when he pounced. With rumbling growls and no words at all, my sea dragon lover divested me of my underwear as if it offended him. Then he was on me.
Verin's lips met mine first, so I knew there was still some shred of higher reasoning left in his mind. If there hadn't been, his sexual priorities would have been lower. But reason quickly abandoned both of us as Verin's nimble fingers danced down my body, first twirling my nipples into hardness and then tickling across my belly to dive past the curls between my thighs. I clung to his broad shoulders and groaned into his mouth, pulling him closer with hands and legs and tongue. Verin made a more gratified sound, his kiss softening into something more tender.
“Elaria,” he finally got a word out.
“Yes, Verin?” I asked wryly.
“You're late. More late.”
I chuckled as I slid my hand between us and wrapped it around his pulsing cock—a beautiful piece of velvety flesh with a honey tinge and a rosy tip. He groaned, closing his eyes and laying his forehead against mine. I rubbed a thumb over the plum head and down the long shaft, sliding the moisture I gathered over him before angling him toward my entrance. I lifted my hips as I pressed him against me intimately and let him feel how excited I was to be with him.
“I forgive you,” Verin growled and pushed forward, impaling me suddenly.
I grabbed the muscular globes of his ass and pulled him deeper. “Less talking, more grunting.”
Verin chuckled and started a steady rhythm, grinding us together so that every thrust gave me an extra dose of pleasure. His heavy breaths brushed my cheek as he rose onto his forearms to stare down at me with eyes gone indigo. Verin's eyes are normally an icy aquamarine, but they shift with his emotions. Turquoise means love and happiness, but indigo is something deeper. It could be hate or rage as well as profound love or pleasure. I think it was safe to say it was one, or likely both, of the latter two.
“I have missed you,” Verin said in his deep voice, made even deeper with arousal.
“I see that,” I drawled and drew my nails down his chest. “Or feel it, rather.”
Then, of all things, my contact charm chimed. We both looked down at it in shock.
“Who the hell...” I trailed off as Verin grabbed all of my charms and yanked them, snapping the gold chain they hung on, then tossed them away from the bed. They tinkled across the floor. “Hey!” I shouted.
Verin grunted in a warning way, his eyes flashing with magic. “This is my time and you've already kept me waiting, Elaria. The others can fuck off.”
“That could have been important,” I snarled as I rolled us so that I was on top. I slammed down on him as I pressed my hands on his chest. “Darc was trying to tell me something when I passed through Kyanite, but I ignored him to get to you faster.”
“As you should have.” Verin grabbed my wrists and rolled us again, pinning my hands above my head once I landed on my back. “Today you are mine, and I have waited a fucking week to be inside you.”
“Oh, I see how it is.” I rolled us again, this time in the other direction so we didn't land on the floor. I used his grip to push his hands down to the mattress. “You're mad because you've had a hard-on for six days and you're too kingly to masturbate.”
“I shouldn't need to masturbate when I have you.”
“Have you ever done it?” I grinned wickedly and lowered my face to his. “Have you ever stroked your hard cock until it exploded all over your thighs?”
Verin frowned.
I pulled back. “Well, what do you know,” I whispered. “You haven't, have you?”