The world fell away, forgotten as if it was but a dream. Rhys claimed not just her body and mind, but her soul. He challenged her without words to give herself up to him with no questions asked. Lily hesitated for only a heartbeat. Then she freely and unconditionally gave herself to him.
If she thought his kisses before were heavenly, then the scorching kiss now was as sinful as it was pure. The hunger inside her grew, expanded until it consumed her.
She tried to delve her hands into the silkiness of his dark brown locks, but he took her hands and held them above her head. Then he ran his free hand over her breasts, stopping to roll a nipple between his fingers.
Her back arched, desire curling through her, heating her blood. Pleasure spread each time he pinched her aching nipples. Her breasts swelled, throbbing for more of his touch, to feel his big hands cup them, his long fingers massage them.
She moaned when he pushed open her legs. Her body quivered, waiting for his touch to soothe the fire within her. There was no stopping the blaze, no controlling the inferno Rhys had begun.
This fervor was something new, some energy that hadn’t been there until the amazing man beside her brought it to life. He knew how to coax her, entice her … tempt her.
She was frightened of this new force. But she also found herself growing stronger, more self-assured.
His fingers lightly grazed her dark curls, just skimming her swollen sex. Lily moaned and lifted her hips seeking him, but he was gone.
“Close your eyes,” he demanded when she lifted her head to see where his hand was.
Lily complied and dropped her head back on the mattress. Her other senses came alive then—smell, hearing, and feeling.
She knew the second before his hand rested on her inner thigh, the warmth of his skin penetrating hers. By degrees he moved his hand closer and closer to the juncture of her thighs until his fingers sunk into her wetness.
A sigh left her, but whatever relief she got quickly evaporated as a new need replaced it. Lily tried to shift so that his fingers went deeper. He held her still with a firm grip on her hands.
Lily cried out from the pleasure when his fingers swirled around her clit. She was panting, her body covered in sweat and shaking from the desire.
“You’re mine,” Rhys whispered in her ear. “Your body is mine to tease and seduce. Tonight, you’re all mine.”
Excitement grew, expanded. It was his deep voice filled with control and hunger. It was his words, those profound, mysterious words that dared her to imagine more than just a night belonging to such an enigmatic man.
“Say it, Lily. Say you’re mine.”
She was breathing heavily, her sex aching for relief. His slow circling of her clit was robbing her of thought. “I’m yours. All yours.”
He continued his unhurried stimulation of her aching clit while she shivered and whimpered from the pleasure. With his light, steady touch, Lily found herself hurtling toward a climax.
A moment later, he released her hands and lifted her up and over him as he fell on his back, the blunt head of his arousal sliding inside her. Lily braced her now free hands on his chest and stared down at Rhys. His face was hard, controlled, his need clearly visible.
She rocked her hips, hissing at the exquisite feel of him deep inside her, stretching her, filling her. Wanting more, she repeated the movement again and again, moving faster, more sensually each time.
His large hands reached up and grasped her breasts. As he tweaked her nipples, spurring her desires, his eyes glowed with longing.
Lily looked down, momentarily stilled when she saw the dragon tat move. Rhys sat up, taking her mouth in another intense kiss that made her forget what she’d seen. His hands gripped her hips as he moved her hips faster. Lily sank her hands into his long hair and returned his kiss, their tongues moving in time with their bodies.
She tore her mouth from his and screamed as the climax ripped through her. Lily was unprepared for the force of it, the sheer intensity of it.
Her body was limp, jerking with the effects of such a powerful orgasm while Rhys prolonged it by continuing to thrust into her. Just as the orgasm began to end, another rolled through her. She clung to Rhys as the bliss consumed her, the passion and pleasure making her feel as if she were floating, flying.
“Lily!” Rhys bellowed as he gave a final thrust and buried himself deep within her as he climaxed.
The happiness she found in Rhys’s arms was dimmed by the fact that she was going to lose him.
He shattered the walls caging her in, giving her a glimpse of what her life could have been.
And she was going to destroy it all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Rhi was veiled as she stood on the balcony of the hotel and looked through the window at Rhys and Lily cuddled once more on the bed. Of all the Kings, Rhys was one of her favorites.
He was one of the first to welcome an ally with the Light Fae, and then when she fell in love with her Dragon King, Rhys supported her. Rhys was cocky, impulsive, reckless, and wild. But he was brave, valiant, bold, and daring.