Burning Desire (7 page)

But it was the dragon design itself that made her skin prickle with awareness, appreciation.

Soul-sucking desire.

The dragon took up most of Kiril’s impressive chest. It looked as if it were climbing his chest with its wings half-spread and the tip of his long tail curling to the left side and disappearing into his slacks. The head of the dragon, inked on his right shoulder and neck, was lifted toward Kiril, as if seeking him.

She raised her eyes to Kiril and sucked in a breath when the heat, the hunger of his gaze slammed into her. It was scorching, searing. Sizzling.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t experienced desire before, but whatever was happening between them was on another level completely. The intensity of it frightened her. Yet she couldn’t leave no matter what her mind cautioned her to do. Because she wanted him with a desperation that bordered on insanity.

Shara couldn’t draw enough breath into her lungs. She ached, she burned.

She
yearned
.

His heat only fueled her growing passion to new heights. As dangerous as it was, she grasped it with both hands and held on.

Shara gradually caressed her hand up his washboard stomach, over his hard chest to his thick shoulders just as she had done to remove his jacket. Except this time there was nothing between her and his skin. She wanted to see more of that sun-bronzed skin and feast her eyes on his virile form.

She pushed his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms to join his jacket on the floor. He wore the suit like a man born to it. It had hinted at the physique beneath, but nothing could portray his incredible form like the man himself bare of everything.

What madness it was for her to think she could seduce a man like Kiril. He exuded sex and sensuality as if he created them for his arsenal alone. He was the one who had seduced her—with a single look.

Why it had taken her until that moment to realize, she wasn’t sure. In the confines of his house, in the heat of his nearness, her worries and concerns about her family and future crumbled away. She looked into his eyes and became powerless, impotent to think of anything other than him.

Finally he touched her. Shara couldn’t stop the shiver of anticipation that ran through her nor the sigh that escaped past her lips. His smug smile only made the desire burn brighter.

His hand slid around her neck to the back of her head where his fingers closed in her hair. He tugged her head back at the same time he pulled her forward so that her breasts scraped against his chest.

Shara was breathless, panting as she anxiously waited for what he would do next. All the while she lowered her hands to the waist of his slacks. The feel of his thick arousal against her stomach had her reaching for his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his rod through his pants and squeezed.

He yanked her head back farther, causing her back to arch and her breasts to push against his chest. Shara watched the desire darken his features, watched the passion take him in its grip.

She ran her hand up and down his length twice before she unfastened his trousers. His pants hung precariously on his trim hips as she slipped her hand down the front to once more wrap her fingers around him.

He was velvet and steel, fire and fervor.

With one hand on his cock, she reached around and rested her other hand in the middle of his back. She held there for a moment before she leisurely stroked downward until she reached his rock-hard ass.

He lowered his head, his gaze locked with hers. Their breaths mingled, their bodies touching from thigh to chest. Shara tried to raise her head to his lips, but he wouldn’t release his hold.

Her lungs seized, her body tingled when he hovered his lips above her, just grazing her mouth.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Kiril was singed inside and out, and he had yet to claim Shara as he longed to do. She touched him, touched his tat, and it set him on overload. Her breathing was erratic, her skin flushed, and yet she was nowhere near as aroused as he wanted her—nay,
needed
her.

He gazed down at her with her head held back and her breasts pressing against him, and he knew there was no turning away from her now—if that had ever been an option. He hadn’t accepted the truth until that minute.

His hold on her kept her immobile and, to an extent, exposed. She didn’t fight it. No, she accepted it as if she yearned for it as much as he did.

Kiril felt as if a rug had been yanked from underneath him. He had been searching for something to hold onto in the dark. And found it in the most unlikely of people—a Dark Fae sent to seduce him.

Seduce him she had, with merely a smile and a look. She wrapped him around her finger with ease. Kiril just prayed she never realized it.

“Kiril.” His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips.

Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her—or himself—the pleasure that awaited.

He placed his lips on hers, a moan filling his chest at the softness of them. He tilted his head and slipped his tongue past her lips.

The first taste of her was heady and intoxicating. She sent him reeling, careening down a path of longing he hadn’t realized existed. He deepened the kiss that quickly grew fiery and intense. The more he tasted of her, the more he had to have.

It was too much, too fast. Kiril had to keep his head about him—or at least attempt to. He ended the kiss and released his hold on her hair, but kept her tight against him.

Her dark red eyes blazed with passion, and her swollen lips begged for more kisses. He touched the indent of her neck. His eyes held hers, daring her to look away, as he caressed a finger down her chest between her breasts to stop at the V of her dress.

The swell of her breasts beckoned. He let that same finger glide over the portion of her breast that peeked out of the dress. His balls tightened when he saw her nipple harden.

He kissed her again, hard and punishing. She wrapped her free arm around his neck and returned his kiss with all that she had. She pumped her fist over his rod in time with their kisses, sending him spiraling out of control quickly.

Kiril reached down her leg and began to gather her skirt in his fingers until he reached the hem. Then he slid his hand beneath the dress to cup her butt. He felt only skin, and his arousal twitched as he thought about her wearing a thong.

He moved his hand to her hip waiting to feel the edge of her panties, but once again encountered only skin. To know that she was naked beneath the dress undid him.

Kiril ended the kiss long enough to yank her dress over her head and toss it away. She wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, fervently.

There was no more waiting, no more teasing. Kiril had to be inside her, had to feel her around him. He kicked off his shoes at the same time Shara did hers. Before he could shove his pants down, she used her toes to grab the material of his pants at his knees and tug. His trousers pooled around his ankles.

She leaned forward, sending him backward and tripping over his pants. Laughter exploded from them as he fell hard on his back, still holding her. The laughter died when they looked into each other’s eyes. Kiril rolled her onto her back and leaned over her. Her wealth of midnight hair was spread around her, the moonlight hitting upon the silver strip.

His eyes, however, were on her body. Her breasts were full without being overly large. Her nipples, a dusky rose, puckered beneath his gaze. He trailed his hand down her side to the indent of her waist and over her flared hips to her long, lean legs. With a touch on her thigh, she opened her legs. The black curls between them were trimmed neatly and gave him a good view of her sex, which glistened with arousal.

Kiril moved so that he lay between her legs and looked up at her. Her hands roamed over his face, her nails scraping his whiskers. She sucked in a breath when he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around a nipple.

He suckled it hard before moving to the other peak. Her hips ground against him, reminding him there was another part of her he wanted to taste.

With his lips trailing kisses down her stomach, Kiril moved her thighs onto his shoulders. Her head lifted as she stared at him. The first touch of his tongue on her sex and her head dropped back, a soft moan falling from her lips.

Kiril enjoyed her reaction, but he wanted her screaming. He teased and sucked and licked until she was squirming. Her back arched, lifting her torso off the floor as her hands delved into his hair and held his head.

Her moans quickly turned into soft cries filling the still house. He lifted her hips in his hands and held her still as he tongued her clit. She put her feet upon his back as her cries turned louder.

And then she was screaming his name, her body jerking with the force of her climax. Kiril kept licking her, prolonging her orgasm until she went limp.

He rose up over her, intending to enter her when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him.

In all his millennia of life, he had never seen anything so sexy. His cock twitched, and her gaze lowered to his engorged arousal.

She stopped beside him and raked her gaze over him. Kiril fisted his hands by his sides so as not to touch her. She was a sexual creature, and the confident, assertive woman next to him was driving him wild with need.

Her hands roamed freely over his chest and abdomen. She spent a lot of time looking at his dragon tattoo. Her soft, gentle touch was hurtling him toward his own orgasm, and she had yet to touch his cock again.

No sooner had the thought gone through his mind than she took him in hand. He sucked in a breath, steeling himself for her hands. His breath hissed through his lips when her mouth slid over him.

Kiril was stiff, his muscles locked as she bobbed her head up and down his staff, her hands massaging his sac. He intended to allow her all the time she wanted, but it became clear that he couldn’t take her sweet mouth anymore.

He grabbed her by her shoulders and lifted her up. There was a smile on her lips as he set her down so she straddled his hips, her back to him.

She rose up on her knees until she hovered over his arousal and lowered herself down. Kiril grabbed her hips and squeezed. She was tight and wet. The feel of her sliding down him was exquisite.

He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the feel of her. Once he was fully seated, she rotated her hips. Kiril moaned and moved his hands upward to cup her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled her back against him.

Using his feet as leverage on the floor, he pumped his hips with long, slow thrusts. She groaned and arched her back. Kiril reached between her legs until he found her sex and circled his thumb around her swollen clit.

She peaked instantly, her body convulsing around his rod so that he had to clench his teeth or spill. With the walls of her sex still clenching, he rolled them over and came up on his knees.

He raised her hips and took her arms to hold them behind her back. Kiril pulled out of her until the tip of him remained, and then he slid deep.

She moaned his name and pushed back against him. He repeated the move and then held still. She whimpered and swiveled her hips to entice him to move.

Kiril let his free hand roam over her ass. She was utter perfection. No other woman had ever matched him during sex as she did. He was loath for it to end, because he feared once it was over—it would be over for good.

But his body demanded release. No longer could he hold back. He began to move, building his tempo with each plunge. He went harder, deeper and still she leaned back against him.

Kiril released her arms and grabbed her hips with both hands as he mercilessly drove within her. He tried to hold back, but it was as if she knew and would rock her hips.

And then he was lost.

He fell forward over her as he pounded her ruthlessly. When the walls of her sex clamped around him, it sent him spiraling to his climax. Kiril thrust deep and spilled his seed as he rode the waves of bliss from one peak to another.

When he opened his eyes, they were on their sides, their bodies still joined. Kiril held her close and pretended that she wasn’t his enemy and that he wouldn’t have to leave her.

Her hand rested on his and she idly traced his fingers with her own. Minutes went by as they remained as they were without uttering a word.

It was the sound of faint footsteps at the back of the house that had both of them separating. Kiril didn’t bother with clothes as he kept to the shadows and ran to look out the back.

There were two Dark who peeked through the windows to try to get a look at them.

“How about another drink?” Shara said loudly from the living room.

The two Dark backed away immediately. Kiril waited until they were once more in the cover of the trees before he turned and walked back to the entryway. He dressed quickly, roughly tucking in his shirt that gapped because the buttons were gone. He walked into the front room to find Shara sitting in one of the chairs, dressed, with her legs crossed and a drink in hand.

“Why did you do that? That could’ve been your chance to capture me.”

“My chance was when you were orgasming,” she said and looked away.

“You still have no’ explained why you spoke and sent them away.”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “I can’t answer that. And before you ask me what I’m hiding, I’m not. I can’t answer it because I don’t know.”

He walked around her, never taking his gaze off her. She was a mystery to him. Her actions made him want to trust her, but that would be the first—and last—mistake he made.

“Who is she?” Shara asked.

Kiril frowned. “Who?”

“The Fae you’re looking for.”

“Rhi. She’s one of the Queen’s Guard. At one time she and a Dragon King were lovers.”

“Was it you? Were you her lover?” Shara asked and lifted her gaze to him.

Kiril slowly shook his head. “Nay, it wasna me, but she’s a friend. She was taken by Balladyn.”