I absolutely love this scene, this Passage from Iron Flame.
“I know.” He braces his hands on the arms of the chair and leans in,
brushing his lips over mine. “And you love me in spite of it. That’s one of
the many reasons I will always choose you.” He drops to his knees in front
of me and works the laces on my boots with quick, efficient movements.
“What are you doing?”
His mouth curves in a wicked smile that instantly elevates my pulse and
transforms the heat of anger simmering in my blood into an even hotter fire.
My lips part as one boot hits the dais, the other following immediately
after.
“In here?” I glance over his head at the empty hall. “We can’t—”
There go my socks.
“We can.” He flicks his wrist, and the clicking sound of a lock echoes
off the stone. “My house, remember? They are all my rooms.” His eyes lock
with mine, holding me willingly captive as his hands slide up the length of
my legs, caressing my inner thighs, waking every nerve ending along their
path before he reaches for the buttons of my sparring pants.
My breath catches.
“My house. My chair. My woman.” He punctuates each claim with a
flick of his thumb, popping button by button free. Need floods my body,
flushes my skin with a heady, addictive rush.
He grips my hips with both hands and yanks me to the edge of the chair,
then cups the back of my neck and pulls me into a devastating kiss. My lips
part, and the second he licks into my mouth, his tongue stroking mine, my
core fucking melts.
The kiss is slow and sensuous, our mouths meeting again and again as I
weave my fingers through his hair and completely, totally surrender. He
senses the shift, growling low in his throat, and the kiss spins out of control
in less than a heartbeat, turning wild and urgent, tasting of that sweet
madness that only exists between us.
He’s the only person in this world I can’t get enough of. The only one I
constantly crave. Love. Chemistry. Attraction. Desire. Everything between
us keeps me constantly burning like an ember; a single touch is all it takes
to send us both up in flames. By the time he breaks the kiss, his breathing
ragged as he orders me to lift my hips, I don’t care where we are as long as
he puts his hands on me. The whole Assembly could walk through those
doors and I wouldn’t notice, not with the way Xaden’s looking at me. The
heat in his eyes could melt iron.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants and my underwear,
then tugs them down my legs, kissing the tops of my thighs, the curves of
my knees, and every inch of skin he uncovers, drawing soft sighs and
impatient whimpers from my lips.
Fabric hits the dais, leaving me bare from the waist down.
“Xaden.” My fingers tug at his hair, my heart pounding so hard I can’t
help but wonder if he can hear it, if the whole world can.
Instead of rising so I can get my hands on him, he pushes my knees
wide.
I gasp at the cold rush of air between my thighs, but an instant later, his
mouth sets me on fire as he drags his tongue from my slick entrance to my
clit. White-hot pleasure streaks through my body like lightning, and I cry
out, the sound filling the hall.
“This is what I fantasize about when I’m away from you,” he says
against my heated skin. “Your taste. Your scent. The little gasps you take
right before you come.” He settles in, his hands splaying wide on my inner
thighs, pinning me in place as he uses his tongue to rob me of every
thought. He swirls around that sensitive bud over and over, teasing,
arousing, driving me higher and higher, but denies me the very touch I
need. “Is this what you think about? My mouth between your soft thighs?”
Gods, how can he think, let alone form coherent sentences?
He scrapes his teeth over me delicately, and I gasp at the sensation, then
whimper when his tongue follows. I can only moan when he slides a long
finger inside me, and his answering groan vibrates through every nerve in
my body.
“Yes.” It feels so exquisite that I muffle my next cry with my fist.
“More.”
It’s always more when it comes to him.
He alternates between quick, teasing flicks and long, lazy licks, building
an ever-tightening spiral of pleasure deep within me. Another finger joins
the first, stretching me with a delicious burn, and my hips rock as he thrusts
them in a slow, hard rhythm that makes me crave every part of him.
Power rises, scalding my already flushed skin, crackling in the very air
around us.
Without stopping, he releases my thigh and reaches around my hip, then
retrieves the conduit. “Take it.”
“I want you.” My fingers slide from his hair to grasp the orb, my hips
chasing every stroke he gives me, my breaths coming in uneven pants.
“You have me.” I whimper at the mindless pleasure that rushes up my
spine. “And I have you exactly where I need you.”
Even my hand can’t muffle the primal sounds he drags from me as his
tongue matches the rhythm of his fingers, pleasure whipping through me
with every stroke, gathering, building, stringing my body tight as a bow.
Gods, the sight of him kneeling, fully clothed, the leather of his flight
jacket against my bare thighs, pushes me all the way to the edge and burns
itself into my memory.
My thighs tremble when he curls his fingers inside me, stroking that
sensitive wall that makes stars blink in my eyes. “Xaden…” My breaths
stutter.
“Right there. Those gasps. That’s what I hear when I wake, already hard
for you.”
With the next caress, pleasure and power crest through me, over me, in
simultaneous waves that crash again and again. There’s no thunder, no
strike, only the hum of energy in my hand that flares with the strokes of
Xaden’s mouth and fingers.
But there’s no release, either. No gentle letdown. Only the waves of
infinite ecstasy that come without breaking.
He lifts his head, keeping me in a suspended state of indescribable bliss
as his eyes lock with mine.
“I can’t take it,” I manage to say as the waves come and come with no
end in sight.
“Yes, you can. Look at where you are.” He grasps my hip and surges
upward, propelling me deeper into the chair until my back hits the
blackened wood, and still, he keeps stroking, holding me prisoner with my
own pleasure. Brushing his lips over mine, he smiles. “Look at how
beautiful you are, Violet, coming for me on Tyrrendor’s throne.”
Holy shit. I’d known that’s where we were, but I hadn’t known.
He grasps one of my thighs and drapes it over the arm of the throne, then
braces his knee at the edge of the cushion and lifts my other leg over his
shoulder as he slides down my body, lowering his head as he works his
fingers ceaselessly, beckoning the endless waves.
Oh gods. I’m going to die. Right here. Right now.
“Every time I have to sit with the Assembly, I’ll be thinking about this,
about you.” He slides his hand under my ass and lifts me to his mouth, then
replaces his fingers with the thick stab of his tongue.
Searing pleasure rips through me, arching my back, and there’s no time
to muffle the cry he wrings from me, but he doesn’t exactly stifle his deep
moan, either.
“I can’t.” My heart has to give out at some point.
“You can and you will.” He strums his thumb lightly over my swollen
clit, and my hips jerk.
The pleasure is sharper than a knife.
Shimmering onyx wraps around my mind and everything intensifies. A
driving, pounding, uncontrollable need courses through me with every beat
of my pulse, demanding an outlet, demanding I rip through the confines of
the leather and trade her sweet taste for the incomparable perfection of
sinking into her when she comes.
Xaden. I gasp for breath, gripping the conduit so tightly I prepare for the
sound of breaking glass. It’s his desire flooding our bond, compounding my
own. His desperation. His power brushing against mine.
I need to fuck her, to flip her over the arm of this throne and drive into
her, but I can’t. I need her nail marks in the wood, need her cries filling this
whole fucking house, need her knowing what I can be for her—anything
and everything she needs. She’s heaven in my mouth. Flawless. Mine. And
she’s almost there. Gods, yes, her legs are shaking, her walls are fluttering
around my tongue. I love her so fucking much.
I shatter, splintering into a million glittering shards of bliss as I scream
out his name. Power and light course through me without burning, and I
arch again and again, coming apart at the seams of what I think is me but
might be him.
He untangles from my mind, and I mourn the loss even as my body
slackens. It’s my lungs I feel draw air, my own power that crackles through
the orb in my hand before settling, my own heartbeat that finally slows as
the last of the orgasm fades.
“What the hell did you do?” I lift my head, my eyes flaring when I
realize Xaden isn’t tangled with me.
He’s three feet and a million miles away, backed against the Assembly’s
table, gripping the shadow-covered edges with white knuckles, his eyes
squeezed shut so tightly I wince.
“Xaden?”
“Just need a second.”
I manage the awkward task of sitting up and move to stand.
“Stay right there.” He holds his hand out.
Every line of his gorgeous body is drawn tight, and his leathers… Gods,
that has to be painful.
“Come here,” I whisper.
“No.”
My head draws back. “You can’t possibly think I’m going to let you get
me off twice, let alone whatever the fuck that last time was, and not—”
“That’s exactly what’s happening.” His eyes flash open, and the heat, the
longing, the desperation I see there feels like it could be my own…because
a few seconds ago, it was.
“I felt how much you need me.” I shift forward to the edge of the chair
— throne—whatever. “You want me over the side of the throne, right?
Grasping onto the arm so my nails scar it.”