DarykCraving

by Denise A. Agnew

  She drew away from the kiss, her breath coming quickly. His eyes burned into hers, the ocean blue hot with need. She knew what he wanted, and by the god, she wanted it with a ferocity that shocked her.

  He stepped away and looked around. No one watched them.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  She shivered, but not from cold. Heat coiled in her belly. “Yes. Do you trust me?”

  “I do now.” Desire sparked high in his eyes. “Your kiss says you want me.”

  His self-assurance didn’t turn away her craving but made it rise higher. Still, she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Do I?”

  When his eyes met hers again, she saw a question. She knew the answer she wanted to give, and it quivered low in her stomach, a seedling flame ready to grow.

  “Please,” she said, “we need to discuss our disagreement. Make certain we understand each other once and for all.”

  His fierce expression disappeared. “Of course. Where would you care to talk?”

  “Follow me.” She walked past him, heart in throat, pounding as she realized what would occur next.

  Chapter Eight

  Marc followed as Aknada ascended the stairs. She knew it was the only place they’d have privacy for what she had in mind. She hungered to complete what they’d started so many years ago. Forever. For that was how long she felt she’d known Marc Gampia.

  Once she reached the landing, she headed straight for her room. She wanted familiar things around her, a reassurance that when she stepped over this edge, she’d have a safe place to fall. Once inside her room, he closed the door behind him and locked it.

  The finality of that action, that she was alone with a man in a locked room, had once frightened her. Now she couldn’t wait. She wanted him closer, her desire burning hot and low in her belly. She was damp and ached between her legs, her nipples already tight. Oh yes. Desire was right. So sweet.

  “Is this all right?” he asked, barely stepping away from the door. He held up one hand. “I don’t want to frighten you.”

  She smiled. “I am not afraid.”

  He returned her smile, and just as quickly his expression turned serious and intent. She half expected him to talk, to engage her in conversation to make certain she didn’t regret intimacy. Maybe their kiss had confirmed her eagerness. Their argument had stunned her, though she now felt foolish as all the hells.

  She could not think of it now. Not when her heartbeat slammed in her chest and her body warmed with anticipation. She turned to the bed, knowing if she didn’t do something immediately, she might freeze. She kept her back to him and stripped. She moved with the speed of a Daryk One. Her belt fell to the floor, her empty scabbard, her tunic next to it. She didn’t turn toward him, but reached down to her boots. She pulled them off, tugged down the pants and left them all in a puddle. Her garments could no longer protect her. Instead of turning, she waited for him to approach. She closed her eyes and heard rustling.

  “Wait.” His voice rumbled softly. “Do you want to undress me?”

  He was still worried about frightening her, darling man. “No.”

  Without another word he stripped. She heard clothing being tossed here and there, the thump of boots on the floor telling of his haste. She loved it. Loved that he could not wait to come to her.

  His hands touched her shoulders, and she didn’t flinch. It felt so exquisite and wonderful to have his skin against hers without concern or fear. He palmed her shoulders as he pressed his body full to hers.

  “What do you want?” his voice demanded of her softly. “Tell me what would please you.”

  Loving his caution, she reached up and touched his hands on her shoulders. Heat filled her cheeks. “Kiss me everywhere. Slowly.”

  A groan left his mouth. “With pleasure.”

  He started with her neck, and his hot breath teased as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh at the side of her neck. She quivered, aching deep inside. Love swelled and grew inside Aknada, and tears filled her eyes, but this time it wasn’t terror or worry that motivated her tears. She felt their burn, welcomed the emotion, true feelings coursing through her as he breathed hotly into her ear before tracing the shell with his tongue. She gasped. By the god, if he did that again, she’d go mad. Could she wait while he kissed every sensitive inch of her body? Perhaps not this first time.

  His skin slid warmly against hers, heating her as he dared to press his hips to hers. Fully aroused cock touched her lower back, and more heat erupted between her legs.

  “All right?” His voice hummed low in her ears.

  “Yes. So right.”

  He swept his hands down to her rib cage, cupping gently, making her feel protected and more feminine than she could have imagined. Sweeping strokes teased her belly, but he didn’t touch her breasts or lower to her most private area. Caution ruled him, she could tell. He wanted her sure, wanted her aching for him so fiercely she could never doubt what she felt for him. She didn’t doubt. It was up to her to show him. Keeping her eyes closed, she fell into the moment, awaiting each touch with an achingly intense desire.

  “Touch me.” Her words came as a whisper. She clasped his right hand and directed him to her mons. “Here.”

  One hand remained steady on her belly. Slowly he eased his fingers into her folds, teasing between the wet lips, circling. She gasped and he drew back.

  “No, do not stop. That feels wonderful.” She grabbed his other hand, keeping it on her belly. “By the god, please do not stop.”

  She heard the desperation in her own voice—it didn’t sound like her. She didn’t care.

  He smoothed one finger around and around her outer lips, spreading her cream then easing into a massage. Delightful tingling built. Her breath came faster as excitement rose. She wanted. Draconus she wanted what she’d never had but knew existed.

  “Please… I want…” She could barely say the words, the excitement escalating too high.

  “Shh. Easy. Let me tease a little longer. It will make it better.”

  She groaned in frustration but relaxed as he continued to tease between her legs. He slipped one finger deep into her pussy, and she moaned at the pleasure.

  “Yes, more.” She did not worry how desperate she sounded.

  He complied, thrusting his finger as he would his cock, in and out with a rhythm that learned her inner secrets. Warm and wet, her body accepted his touch without restraint, urging her to burst into full-fledged pleasure. He eased a second finger within and stroked. She shook, gasping and panting.

  She wanted an orgasm.

  Touching herself had never proved so wonderful. She gasped again as his middle finger swirled and stroked her clit, and firestorms of pleasure threatened. She squirmed a little in his grip.

  “I cannot take this anymore. I want you inside me.”

  “But there is so much more.”

  “I need you, Marc. I have already waited too long.”

  “Making love slowly can add to the pleasure.”

  She groaned. “Marc, I have waited for years for you. I feel as if all of this has been foreplay.”

  He chuckled softly. “Years of foreplay? I agree. Like this then?”

  “Yes.”

  “When I thrust inside you, it will touch a special spot that can give a woman the most pleasure.”

  She’d heard of it and simply moaned an assent. To entice him further, she parted her legs wide and planted her palms on the bed in front of her. Animals often mated like this, but she didn’t kid herself. What she did here was more than mating.

  She knew without a doubt that Marc was her true mate—had always been her true mate. Denying it had proved her downfall once too often.

  Never again.

  He bent his knees, and aroused cock touched between her wet folds. She gasped. Oh, oh. That felt amazing. He hesitated, and she pushed back. Blunt, hot man slipped between her folds. She tensed for a second as searing pleasure bombarded her. She hadn’t expected this overwhelming se
nsation. With the slowest movements, he pushed barely inside her, drew back. Thrust again. Each increment made her quiver, his touch a revelation. This…this was what drew Xandra and Rayder to each other beyond their love. This was a manifestation of love. If she didn’t love Marc so much, she couldn’t do this dance, this incredible baring of body and feelings. He teased between her buttocks, circling her little hole with his finger and another shock of arousal escalated.

  “Don’t stop,” she said, ordering him with a breathless voice.

  He teased and teased, reaching down to locate moisture and bring it to that forbidden entrance. Ragged breath mixed with her panting breaths as his hips moved.

  “More,” she managed to gasp.

  “Sure?”

  “Yes.”

  His hips moved forward and thick, hot cock pressed her open, stretching her flesh until he rested deep.

  He groaned. “Sweet Draconus.” He didn’t move, his hands gripping her hips with gentle pressure. “Take what you want, Aknada.”

  Take what you want.

  Freedom shot through her. She allowed her body and heart to lead her. Her body demanded she squeeze him, clench around his long hardness. Tingling started deep in her pussy, demanding a finish to the heat rising higher by the second. She moved her hips, swinging into his body while he stayed immobile. His thickness caressed sensitive tissues deep inside, and she gasped and moaned as excitement rose quickly.

  With one quick and gentle movement, he thrust one finger up her back hole, and the unexpected sensation sent her into spasms as her pussy started to tingle.

  “Draconus.” His voice was rough and harsh, guttural and thick. “That’s it, my love. Take me. Fuck me.”

  His roughly spoken words, so unchained and heated, sent her body into riot. The sensation of all that thickness buried deep inside her, mixed with his finger in her ass, made her lose her mind.

  The power she had over him, to give him such pleasure, made Aknada’s desire go out of control. Yet she couldn’t seem to reach the place that teased, beckoned.

  “I need.” She moaned in frustration, writhing on his cock. “Help me.”

  He pumped his finger in her backside then reached down to caress her clit with his other hand.

  Climax slammed her out of nowhere and she cried out. Sharp. Guttural. Unleashed. Hot pleasure pulsed as her pussy rippled around his thickness. He stayed buried deep inside, not moving, riding out her release. As she came down from the bliss, she realized he hadn’t come.

  “What about you?” she managed to ask between gasps for breath.

  “I want to take you hard. Is that all right?”

  Love burst inside her. He was still worried for her—still concerned that he could scare her. “Take me hard.”

  Without more hesitation, he plunged deep, his cock slamming into her channel. In and out he thrust, a ferocious pace that served to send her straight toward orgasm. She didn’t think she had more in her, but this time the pleasure was so startling and unexpected she screamed out. She bucked in his hold as he pumped hard, fucking her for all she was worth. It was a freefall, a plunge from a tremendous height, and it took her breath away. While she tumbled, drowning in pleasure, she expected him to come inside her. Instead he groaned and withdrew. He turned her toward him, lifted her against his chest and took her down to the bed with him. They rolled from one side to the next—he was careful to keep his weight off her. She groaned as pleasure still tingled between her legs.

  Before she could speak, he kissed her and lowered his hips between her thighs. His cock slid home, deep and hard. She moaned into his mouth as he immediately moved, thrusting with a steady and demanding pace. Now. Now he would come.

  But no, he did not. Marc continued to take her with steady, assertive plunges. His tongue took her mouth, thrusting in and out, tangling with her own. With a helpless cry, she allowed the desire to strip her free of every last inhibition. She writhed, lifted her hips. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders for a moment, and he thrust hard. She broke into little pieces with a scream. She sobbed as the pleasure destroyed her. He tore his mouth from hers as he groaned and picked up the pace.

  Marc thought he’d died and found a paradise beyond all his dreams. Her sweet pussy, so wet and silky, clenched and released around him as she came on his cock. Draconus, he loved it and wanted more. But he couldn’t take it. He had to come now, before his head blew off.

  He thrust hard once, twice, gasping and trembling as he shoved his hands under her ass and held on. He kept her in place as he went wild, powering into her like a madman.

  A tortured groan left his throat as hot essence shot from his cock and flooded her pussy. He thrust through the orgasm, not wanting it to end, not wanting to leave her tight clasp. He rolled to the side and pulled her close into his arms, his cock still buried deep. Aknada threw her leg over his thigh and before he knew it she sat astride him. With her strong thighs clasping his hips, she kept his erection tucked up inside her melting heat. Shaking, chest still heaving for breath, he was amazed when his cock stayed hard. Amazed when the sight of her, lips parted and cheeks flushed, made him want more. He didn’t think he had an ounce of semen left to give, a particle of strength. Instead he found his hips moving, his body reacting with stunning intensity to her demands. And demand she did.

  Aknada rode him, her hands planted over his pectoral muscles. She rolled her hips then threw her arms above her head. She clasped her fingers behind her neck, closed her eyes and danced upon him.

  He was dying, coming apart as her body moved with a languid grace that destroyed him. He wanted her to come again and powered his hips upward into thrust after hard thrust. She went wild, her hair tossing, groans of tortured pleasure escaping her. He growled, racked to the core with searing sensations that threatened to shake him to the core. One last thrust and she whimpered and shook. Her flesh pulsed around him, throbbing and clenching him deep inside. The sensation of all that soft, silky womanhood holding him tight drove him to the final edge. He erupted, shaking and groaning as climax burst and filled his body with ecstasy. He poured into her with the greatest joy he could remember in his life.

  She slipped off him, and he gathered her close. He’d never experienced a more earth-shattering sensation—he never knew sex like this existed. Satiated, he allowed his thoughts to drift into oblivion.

  Chapter Nine

  Aknada awakened to Marc’s arms circling her. Cozy warmth and satisfaction radiated within her. She sighed with contentment and joy. By the god, had anything ever felt this wonderful before? She didn’t believe so. But then reality swamped in like the storms that had ravaged the area for days. Her eyes popped open. People still needed help, didn’t they? Was she selfish for wanting more of Marc’s undivided attention and the glorious sensation of oneness?

  Marc’s palm slid over her naked belly. She shivered with sensual awareness. She moaned softly and soon their bodies communicated joyfully. His lips traveled her body, tasting her ear, her neck, her shoulder. His cock slid between her thighs, found her welcoming flesh. She sucked in an excited breath as he edged his cock into her. He eased back and forth, establishing a rhythm. Each movement caused tremors of delight to pulse between her thighs. His body became an instrument of pleasure. Thrust after thrust brought him deep within her.

  He rested there without moving, his hot, hard body cradling her from behind. He reached around to touch her clit, stroking with the lightest touch until her body contracted and released over the hard flesh inside her. She ached and wanted and desired. How could he bring her to this insane and beautiful place with only a few touches? She didn’t know, and all that mattered lay under his warm and beautiful care. Joy surged inside her as he drew back and thrust. Each plunge, each slow and steady movement, increased her desire until she twisted and writhed. She struggled and fought to reach the pinnacle. His hips picked up speed, and when his fingers teased her clit again, she burst into heady pleasure so tremendous she felt as if she’d dissolved. Mel
ted away. Disappeared in a staggering pleasure with no beginning and no ending. She cried out, and with one last thrust, he shouted and shivered. Hot semen flooded Aknada’s channel. She gasped at the sensation.

  Marc kissed her shoulder and left her for the bathing room. When he returned, he smiled. Knowing that if she looked at his wonderful body for too long, she’d want him all over again, she left the bed for the bathing room. As she cleansed, she wondered if she appeared different now that she’d discovered beautiful sex.

  She got her answer when she returned to the room and found him lying in bed without coverings. While she couldn’t stop staring at his body, he smiled.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked, still with that self-satisfied grin.

  She hardly knew what to say. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. I cannot believe it.”

  When his smile disappeared, she wondered for a moment if she’d said something wrong again. He held his hand out to her, and she went to him. They curled together in a matched pair, his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest.

  His fingers caressed her arm. “You’re worried about something.”

  “Yes. For the moment it’s indefinable. I cannot think of a way to describe it.”

  “Maybe you want order where there is none. You’ve had so much chaos in the last few years that you must want structure. And I remember how you liked structure.” Irony touched his voice as well as teasing.

  She laughed softly. “This… What we have between us is structure?”

  “No. It’s chaos.”

  She laughed again, with genuine enjoyment. “What happens next?”

  His hands smoothed over her body with a tenderness she craved, less sexual than comforting. “I am leaving that up to you.”

  Oh.

  “Perhaps I shouldn’t make a decision about anything. Our land is in chaos. All of your friends are off fighting Drakus Fina, and I want to fight him too. But I also want to stay here with you.”