Page 64 of His Darkest Desire
Desire burned at her center as she stared up at him. His spicy, woodsy scent strengthened, and Kinsley greedily breathed it in. She kneaded her breast, pinching and twisting her hardened nipple and sending a bolt of pleasure right to her clit, which she continued to stroke. Her skin tingled as those sensations grew, winding tighter and tighter, and the empty pressure within her core expanded. She pressed her toes against the tub and moaned.
Vex’s claws scraped the quartz. His crimson eyes blazed, hot and feral, into hers.
Kinsley quickened her strokes. Her pelvis rocked, making the water lap against the sides of the tub. Her breath came in shallow pants. As she edged closer and closer to that peak, her body quivered, her skin tingled, and her brow creased.
“Vex,” she rasped as the pleasure coiling within her burst. Her body went taut, and she cried out, squeezing her thighs together and locking her hand in place as her sex contracted. Waves of sensation crashed through Kinsley, but she kept stroking.
Baring his teeth, Vex captured her jaw in hand and lowered his face to hers. “I did not vow it by my true name.”
He crushed his mouth against Kinsley’s. He swallowed her cries, stole her breath, and she closed her eyes and succumbed to him. His kiss was ravenous, demanding, feral, delivering pleasure that was only sharpened by its lasciviousness. His fangs scraped against her lips; his claws pricked her cheeks.
Vex consumed her.
And then he ripped away from her.
Kinsley bolted up with a gasp and spun around, sloshing water onto the floor. There was no sign of him. Only his lingering scent and the pulsing memory of his mouth on hers proved he’d been there at all.
She pressed her trembling fingers to her bruised lips.
He’d touched her. He’d…kissed her.
I did not vow it by my true name.
No, he hadn’t sworn not to touch her by his true name, had he?
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Kinsely…”
And the stakes were much higher than she’d thought. She feared it wasn’t just her life on the line…her heart was too.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Vex slammed the door shut, flattened his hands upon it, and leaned forward with head bowed. His wings flexed and stretched involuntarily.
He curled his fingers, sinking his claws into the wood. “You accursed fool.”
The ache in his groin had grown so immense that it threatened to swallow him. With each heartbeat, his cock throbbed, fighting the confines of his trousers. With each heartbeat, his need hurt a little more.
He shoved away from the door and hastened down the steps into the laboratory, clenching his fists at his sides. He paced along the walls, passing shelves filled with potions and reagents, baubles and trinkets, pots, jars, and bottles.
His rapid steps sought to match the rhythm of his racing heart. Each footfall echoed through the chamber, swelling into a boom that was like the pounding of a battering ram against the gates of his self-control.
Vex’s defenses were in shambles. He could not ward off another attack.
Once, fornication had been naught more than a distraction to him. A source of fleeting pleasure, of temporary satisfaction. A brief diversion from his work. He’d never pursued such desires because no one had ever awoken them in him. And after the queen had taken him…
He’d not been aroused since he was cursed. He hadn’t craved sex, hadn’t wanted it, had done his best not to think about it. He’d given himself no such pleasure, no release. The queen’s attentions had soured his appetite for eternity.
At least, that was what he’d believed.
Kinsley was proving that his desires hadn’t died. They’d just hidden away, building over countless years—waiting for her. Now they were too vast, too potent, for him to resist.
Growling, he tightened his fists. His claws dug into his palms deep enough to draw blood.
Pain is a distraction.
And that was exactly what he needed—a distraction from all his thoughts, his feelings, his desires.
The flickering blue flames of a wisp flitted into the edge of his vision and hovered there, keeping pace with him.