Page 66 of His Darkest Desire

But her lips, her warmth, her passion…

His cock twitched, and his breathing stuttered.

Vex hurriedly untied his sash, tore off his tunic, and ripped open the lacings of his pants. His cock sprang into the cool air, throbbing with desire. He closed his fist around its base and squeezed. “Ah…”

He closed his eyes as his wings spread reflexively.

The ghost of Kinsley’s honey-touched, orange blossom scent teased his nose. Vex drank it in and opened his eyes.

The illusory tub had returned, replacing his lonely pallet with its warmth and radiance, and Kinsley was there inside of it. He watched her caress her breasts, watched her nipples swell to pink buds, their flesh yielding to her fingers. He watched her cheeks redden and her eyelids grow heavy with pleasure.

Vex pumped his hand along his shaft. Sensation shuddered through him with each brush of his palm against his ridges, the movements slickened by the blood from his self-inflicted cuts.

Kinsley’s hand dipped into the water, hidden by the bubbles. He knew what those fingers were doing. Even through the strong fragrance of the bath oils, he’d smelled a hint of it—of her arousal, her essence—and its memory teased him now. He longed to bury his tongue between her thighs, to coat it in her essence, to drink from her depths. He longed to know her true, intimate taste. A taste for him and him alone.

His breaths grew ragged as his hand quickened. Pleasure made the muscles in his belly flutter and tense, made his legs unsteady. He clutched the table and stroked his cock faster. Sensation coiled in his core.

He looked down at her, thrilling in her stunning face and captivating eyes, which were made brighter and more violet by ecstasy. Her abundant breasts shook with the tremors coursing through her. He could just make out the silhouette of her lush body beneath the water. Those shapely legs, those wide hips, that hand, so delicate but sure.

Vex’s hips twitched, and his breathing faltered. The pressure in him was unbearable; it would be his undoing.

Her lips parted, her brow creased, and a small whimper escaped from the back of her throat. She said his name as she climaxed, wrapping it in reverence, wonder, sensuality, and need.

He kissed her, closing his eyes.

Echoes of the heat he’d felt when their lips met sizzled across his face and raced straight to his cock. He could almost feel her face in his hand, could almost taste her skin and her sweet breath. Could almost feel her.

“Kinsley,” he growled. All at once, the pressure released. His pelvis jerked, and seed burst from his cock, spattering the floor and mixing with the blood on his hand. His wings spread, and he pumped faster and faster, forcing out every drop, until the sensation became too much.

Vex blinked his eyes open. For an instant, he was confused to find himself in front of his temporary bed rather than the tub. A bed devoid of his passionate, tantalizing human. The illusion had been so close to real…

“But it is not enough,” he rasped. “It could never be enough.”

He glanced down at the seed pooled on the floor, then at his cock, still pulsing in his fist. He’d not experienced a release in so, so long. But it wasn’t total. It wasn’t satisfying. There was still something there—a lingering pressure, a need, a deep, deep ache. And he knew he could never relieve it himself.

His tongue slipped out and ran across his lips unbidden. He groaned; there was still the faintest trace of her taste there, just enough to make him shudder anew, to coax another drop of seed from his cock.

He shut his eyes again. It was her face he saw behind his eyelids, her desirous eyes, her full, pink lips.

“When next I spill my seed, it will be inside you, my Kinsley,” he vowed. “My mate.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Kinsley closed the bedroom door as she stepped into the central chamber. She glanced at Flare, who flitted about nearby, whispering excitedly and waving her along.

“Yes, yes. The human needs to eat. I know.”

Flare flew closer and tugged on the skirt of Kinsley’s light green dress, pointing toward the kitchen.

“Okay!” Kinsley chuckled, following them. “I’m not all that thrilled about burnt scones for breakfast again, but lead the way.”

The slits in her long skirt parted with Kinsley’s every step, and cool air flowed over her bared skin, making it prickle with goosebumps. She’d never been much of a dress wearer, but her entire wardrobe here consisted of dresses—beautiful, revealing dresses. This one had a low, square cut bodice, shoulder straps that looked like ivy, and a diaphanous skirt adorned with leaf patterns. The matching shoes were delicate, with soft soles and ribbons that tied around her ankles.

There’d never been an occasion to warrant wearing anything like this at home, and it certainly wasn’t practical for hikes through the woods, but… The dresses made her feel pretty. Made her feel desirable.

Still, she would’ve killed for some modern loungewear.

Flare paused in front of the kitchen doorway and looked back at her before zipping inside.