Chapter 124
Lysander’s pov
I couldn’t move an inch, not even if I wanted to.
Drake tugged his length out slowly with a shivering breath, dragging the swollen, slick head over my lips and down my chin.
Then he collapsed over me on the silk mattress, his face burying into the side of my neck before his mouth found mine. He sucked gently at my lips, teasing my tongue with his own, sharing the taste of our wild union.
My brain was a scrambled mass of static. The heavy, intoxicating sexual haze we were wading in filled the room as my fingers tangled in his dark hair, holding his lips pressed firmly against mine.
I wanted to keep us lost in this moment for as long as I could, before this wore off, before something else came up to shatter the peace and drag us back to reality.
I didn’t believe it was the drugs in my vein making me act this way, I knew it was because I defended myself today. The adrenaline got me pumping and also knowing that we were honeymooning so carelessly made me horny all the time.
He peeled his mouth away, but only to trail slow, warm kisses down my chest, using his tongue to clean the slick drops off my skin and nipples.
The sensation sent a sudden jolt straight down to my length, but my body was completely drained, humming with a deep, bone-tired satisfaction.
"Come on, little bird," Drake murmured against my skin, his deep voice a soothing, low rumble. "Let’s get you cleaned up."
I wanted to protest because I enjoyed being beneath him like this. I didn’t want to move, so I wouldn’t have to face the harsh reality that I was almost kidnapped today because Darius wouldn’t stop plotting.
He really would stop at nothing to get me.
It didn’t matter how passionate, intense, and soul-binding the past few hours had been; reality would soon come knocking at the door to remind us of the war waiting for us.
But it was okay. I could accept it if I brought myself to face it. I was safe in his arms, and I had thoroughly enjoyed losing myself in him just as much as he had enjoyed devouring me.
Before I could form a proper sentence, Drake scooped me up in his broad arms like I weighed nothing at all, carrying me effortlessly toward the master bathroom.
"Uh..." I couldn’t even form coherent words, my golden hair falling back over his shoulder.
My mind was tangled up in a mess of emotional weeds. I needed to say something to him. I wanted to ask him if he was angry because I wandered and almost got caught.
He hasn’t said much. Well, neither of us have.
"Alright, here we go," Drake murmured softly. He kicked back the heavy glass door of the walk-in rainfall shower and stepped inside with me still cradled against his bare chest.
He completely crowded the marble space. I backed up slightly against the cool tiles while he reached over to turn on the fixture, steam instantly rising around us. Drake grabbed the glass bottle of body wash and began lathering himself up.
I shook my head immediately, "I want to smell like you,"
He lifted his brows and said nothing, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
"Okay, little bird."
He grabbed his soap and lathered us in it, I raised my hands like a child as he soaped me down and started on himself too.
If I was looking for a distraction from my spiraling thoughts, here it was. The sight of his soapy, corded muscles, the suds slipping slowly down the broad, tanned slopes of his chest and shoulders in the warm water.
"If you don’t want me to bend you over right now, little bird, you’re going to have to stop looking at me like that," Drake murmured, a dark, wicked glint flashing in his garnet eyes. "I wouldn’t be surprised, though. You have the stamina of a stallion."
Blinking up at him while droplets of water tumbled over his full lips, I stood still, shivering as a sudden surge of blood pumped rapidly straight back to my aching length. Drake’s eyes fell to my lap, then snapped back up to mine. He let out a low, ragged breath.
"You had to wake it, didn’t you?" he growled softly.
I started to shake my head, but Drake raised a large hand, stopping me instantly. "Don’t."
I kept mute, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"Turn around," he whispered, his voice hoarse, commanding, and thick with renewed desire.
My rear literally clenched in immediate need at the tone. My fucking sensitive body, I thought, completely helpless against him.
"We’re going to have to make this quick," he purred against my ear. "And quiet."
"Yes sir," I taunted.
His eyes flashed for a second before he gritted his teeth, "Turn your ass around now."
Nodding, I turned around and planted both palms flat against the wet marble wall. I didn’t care about anything right now other than getting him back inside me. I was officially, completely addicted to this dark distraction from the chaos, a feeling that felt oh-so much better than the quiet denial I used to live with.
Drake moved up flush behind me, his heavy, erect length immediately jamming between my cheeks. I was still slick and open from our previous session on the bed.
I gasped at the hot contact, and Drake let out a low hum of approval, running his broad, wet hands up my sides, sealing his warm chest to my back, decorating my shoulders with soft, lingering kisses.
I could feel his arm moving as he stroked his cock under the cascading warm water. Then his fingers swirled around my opening, making it more slippery with something, maybe the conditioner from the shelf?
Who knew... Who cared. I just needed him deep inside me before I lost my mind.
"Are you open and ready for me?" Drake whispered into my ear, tracing a slow line up my neck with his warm tongue.