Dragonfyre (9 page)

Kyndra licked her lips. “I thought I was full, but I find the smell divine.” Aimery had to admit the food smelled delicious, and he couldn’t wait to get a piece of the boar. The magic was lulling him, taking his worries away. He fought against it and, when that didn’t work, all he had to do was look at Kyndra.

She smiled at him, her swirling blue eyes heavy lidded as she swayed on her seat. A lock of hair fell over her eye, the curl stopping near her lips. Aimery tucked the strand behind her ear and let his fingers graze the smooth skin of her jaw.

“Dance with me,” she whispered.

Aimery shook his head. He dared not hold her in his arms. The music was too erotic, the pull too great to ignore. His cock throbbed with need, begging him to take Kyndra. He wouldn’t allow them to be put in a situation where she woke the next morning aghast at what they had done.

“Please, Aimery. I cannot fight the music.”

With the way other men were staring at her, Aimery knew if he didn’t dance with her, someone else would. There was no way he was allowing any other man to touch her. Not his Kyndra.

“One dance.”

Her eyes sparkled as she smiled. “One dance.”

Aimery got to his feet and held out his hand. As soon as Kyndra placed her palm in his, heat stole up his arm and surrounded his body. The music was slow, steady, the beat of the drums rhythmic and captivating. The notes of a flute floated through the air and accompanied the haunting strings of the violin.

He held out his hands and groaned when Kyndra’s body pressed against his. The feel of her full breasts made his balls tightened, but it was her parted lips and closed lids that caught him in her spell.

Their bodies swayed as one, giving in to the seductive, erotic music. Magic flowed over them, between them…through them.

Aimery could feel his defenses crumbling. His hands spread over Kyndra’s bare back, her skin beckoning him to touch more, take more. He caressed a finger down her spine, stopping just short of her buttocks. She shivered and let out a breathy moan. He pulled her against him and buried his head in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

“Aimery,” she whispered as her fingers threaded through his hair.

His heart pounded. His blood boiled. His hands shook from the effort to keep from ripping the gown from her body and laying her on the table so he could plunge inside her regardless of the crowded hall and the eyes that watched them. How he wanted to feel her clenching around his rod, to hear her scream her release. He cared about nothing else but her, Kyndra, the woman who had invaded his mind.

“Kiss me.” Her lips teased his ear. “I want to taste you again.” It would be so easy to give in, to take what she offered. But he couldn’t. He pushed against the magic and the music and loosened his arms from Kyndra. When he stepped away from her, her brows furrowed.

“Aimery?”

He took another step back. “I can’t do this. You’ll regret this later.”

“I won’t.”

But he knew she would. If he took her, claimed her virginity, her vows would be forsaken. Everything she had strived for with the dragons would be gone. She would hate him then, hate the very sight of him.

“You want it now but only because of the magic.”

She shook her head, her dark curls catching the light of the torches. “You don’t understand.”

“I do. Please, Kyndra. I’m holding on by a thread.”

And that thread was quickly unraveling.

He had to get away from her, to leave the music. He needed time to get his mind and body back under control. “I’ll be back,” he said and turned on his heel.

Kyndra watched Aimery leave with a sinking heart. She had finally made the decision to give in to her desires, and Aimery didn’t want her. At least he said he didn’t want her, but she had felt his rod, hard and thick, against her.

Whatever the future held for her, she knew one thing for certain—she had to have Aimery. She would never forgive herself if she didn’t taste the temptation he offered. Without another thought, she lifted her skirt and hurried after him.

Once through the double doors, she stopped and looked first one way then the other of the corridor. It was only by chance that she saw a shadow move. She knew instantly it was Aimery. Kyndra lifted her chin and followed him.

He wandered aimlessly, unaware she was behind him. Many times he would stop and brace his hands against the wall, his head bent forward as if the weight of the realms rested on his shoulders.

Tears pricked her eyes when she heard him whisper her name. She could stand it no more. Her feet made nary a sound as she approached him. When she was steps away his head jerked up, their gazes meeting.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded as he straightened.

“What I should have done earlier.” Kyndra walked to him and rose up on her tiptoes as her arms slid around his neck.

His hands grasped her arms. “Kyndra. Nay.”

“Aimery, I’m tired of fighting this desire for you. I know what you’re trying to do, but I want this. I want this more than anything else in the realms. Please. Make love to me.” It was as if her words had burst through his walls. His arms wrapped around her tightly, molding her to his body as his mouth slanted over hers. Again and again he kissed her until she was breathless and aching for more.

He pulled back and took her hand. “Not here.”

Kyndra blinked, her gaze blurry from the desire. She managed to lift her skirts before she tripped on them while Aimery pulled her to his chamber. Excitement pooled in her belly, making her heart beat faster.

He slammed and bolted the door before he turned to her. “Last chance.” She could say all the right words, and still he wouldn’t believe her. There was only one thing she knew she could do that would prove to him she really did want him. She reached her hands on to her shoulders and unclasped the gold bands. Her gown fluttered to her feet, leaving her completely bare.

He growled and in two steps had her in his arms. Kyndra couldn’t get enough of his kisses. Her hands yanked up his tunic, eager to feel his skin against hers. Aimery broke the kiss long enough to jerk off his tunic and toss it to the floor.

Before he could claim her mouth again, Kyndra knelt at his feet and pulled off his boots.

She looked up at him and rose to her knees. Her hand ran along the length of his rod, feeling his heat through his breeches. His breathing quickened, and his eyes darkened. Her fingers fumbled as she tried to unlace his breeches.

His hands covered hers, stilling her fingers. Slowly, he pulled her to her feet. Kyndra’s hands braced against his chest as his fingers caressed her sides. The hunger in his gaze only fanned the flames of her desire. Her eyes closed when his hands cupped either side of her face.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “It hurts just to look at you.” He kissed her jaw, her cheek before placing his lips on her. His tongue flicked out and licked her lips. She wanted a deeper kiss, but he pulled away. Fearing that he might have changed his mind, Kyndra’s eyes flew open to find him removing his breeches. Her lips parted in awe as she stared at his cock that sprung free.

She wanted to touch it, to learn every inch of him. But when she took a step to him, Aimery clasped her hands in his. Her back hit the wood of the door as he lifted her arms above her head, their fingers intertwining. He nuzzled her neck, his tongue and lips doing delicious things to her body.

“I’m dreaming,” he said.

“Nay. This is real.” Any more words were halted when he ground his hips against her.

The feel of his rod against her, free from any clothes, was more delectable than she could have imagined. He slanted his mouth over hers, taking her in a kiss that sizzled with need and an unquenchable hunger.

Her knees buckled from the force of the desire humming through her, but Aimery was quick to catch her. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. She stared into his eyes, wishing the night would never end.

The cool linen of the sheets met her heated skin. Dimly, she heard the strains of the music below, as if reminding her of its heady pull. Aimery’s flaxen hair fell across her breasts as he leaned over her. Kyndra plunged her hands into the silky mass and sighed.

The first touch of his hands on her breasts made her gasp. When he circled her aching nipples with his thumb, heightening her pleasure, she moaned, begging for more. And then his lips closed over a tiny bud.

A strangled cry of rapture passed through her lips. While his tongue and mouth suckled one nipple, his fingers teased and tweaked her other. The throbbing of her sex intensified, urging her to seek more. She shifted her hips, grinding against him. The explosion of pleasure that one movement caused had her doing it again and again, each time the throbbing grew, consuming her.

Aimery was in heaven. Kyndra’s beautiful, soft body was beneath his, her moans of ecstasy ringing in his ears. He shifted from one nipple to the other, feasting upon her tender, delectable flesh. Each time she raised her hips to him, he fought to keep from sinking into her heat. She was everything he had ever wanted, ever dared to dream about. He wanted her first time to be something she would never forget, something she could look back on with fondness, even if she despised him. For Aimery knew, despite her words, she would hate him.

He would have this one night to relive in his dreams for the rest of his life. And he intended to make it a night never be forgotten.

Aimery ran his hand over her flat stomach to the soft flare of her hips. His fingers parted the dark curls of her sex before he caressed her sensitive flesh. She moaned when his finger touched her pearl, and he smiled.

He glanced up at her to see her eyes closed and her lips parted. Her pulse beat wildly at her neck as her chest rose and fell rapidly. He groaned when he felt how wet she was and slipped a finger inside her.

His cock jumped when she arched her back and whispered his name. Her arms fell to her side and she fisted the blanket in her hands. Aimery’s blood pounded in his ears as he fought the rush of longing. He kissed the spot between her breasts and licked down her stomach before nipping at her navel. She hissed in a breath.

Aimery settled between her legs and kissed first one hip then the other before he turned his attention to her sex. She opened her legs for him when he pushed them wider. He ran his tongue along her sex, tasting her, before he teased her pearl.

She cried out, her back arching again. Her every reaction sent his blood burning through him, making his hunger grow until he was blinded with it. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold on before taking her.

He moved his tongue over her pearl with the slightest of touches as he pinched her nipple. She screamed his name and thrashed her head back and forth.

“Aimery, please. I need you.”

He could no more ignore the plea than he could ignore his own heart. He rose over her, his cock sliding against her sex. She gripped his back and returned his gaze.

“Now, Aimery,” she said and pulled him toward her.

He clenched his jaw as he slid into her wet heat. He tried to move slow, to get her accustomed to him before he breached her maidenhead, but she had her own ideas. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels in his buttocks. Every time he plunged into her, she lifted her hips and met his thrusts. He pushed through her barrier before he was ready, and he stilled instantly.

The only sign she gave was a small intake of breath, then she smiled up at him. “Don’t stop. It feels too good.”

Aimery leaned down and kissed her as he began to move, with long, slow thrusts. He could feel his climax building swiftly, but he refused to peak without her. He increased his tempo, their bodies glistening with sweat.

Suddenly, she whispered his name and jerked as her orgasm claimed her. Aimery continued to thrust, wanting to prolong her pleasure as long as he could, but the feel of her clenching around him sent him over the edge. He threw back his head and gave one final thrust that buried him to the root.

The feel of Kyndra’s arms wrapping around him as he spilled his seed inside her was a memory he would never forget.

Kyndra loved the feel of Aimery’s weight on her. He was still inside her, pulsing. And she reveled in it. Her lids drifted close, but she fought the sleep. She wanted to touch him as he had touched her, to learn what pleased him, what made him call out in pleasure.

And she wanted him inside her again.

He slid out of her and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him as he did. She nestled against him, her head on his chest. She couldn’t stop smiling. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful, and she wondered how she could have gone so long without experiencing such bliss.

Now that she had, however, there was no going back.

She ran her fingers over the valleys and ridges of his chest, marveling in his magnificent form. The arm wrapped around her smoothed the hair away from her face, sending her heart skidding at the simple gesture.

“Aren’t you tired?”

She grinned and tilted her face until she looked into his eyes. “A little.”

“I obviously didn’t wear you out enough.”

The teasing glint in his eyes made her stomach flutter. “You’re not done for the night are you?”

“Just getting started. I was just giving you some rest.”

“I don’t want rest tonight.”

His brow furrowed for a moment. “What do you want, Kyndra?”

“I’ve already told you.” She rose up until her face was even with his. “You’re all I want.” The vulnerability she saw for a heartbeat in his gaze sent her reeling. She didn’t want what had happened between them to be just for the night, but she had assumed that’s what it would be. Could he want more? Would he want more?

His hands came up on either side of her face, smoothing back her hair. “Kyndra.” She put a finger to his lips. “Shh. No more talking.”

She wasn’t going to let him regret what they had done. She is the one who had pushed him into their liaison, and she didn’t regret it. Not now, not ever. It had been one of the best decisions of her life, even if it did ruin her chances of being High Priestess. What she got in return outweighed that.