Page 118 of A Trial of Two Worlds
Sleep didn’t come for me.
I needed to savor each moment with him in my arms. I wanted to remember everything with Daxton. Every second, every minute, every breath and kiss shared in his presence. He was a treasured gift, the person I cherished most in this world.
Daxton stirred and looked down at me through a haze of exhaustion. “Why are you not asleep?”
“Why aren’t you?” I asked in return, arching a brow. “Daxton,” I said in a low tone, pushing up to straddle his waist.
“Skylar?” he answered, lifting his hands behind his head and smiling at me with an all-too-knowing smirk. “If we both can’t sleep, then—”
In one swift movement, I leaned forward and silenced his words with an all-consuming kiss. The taste of his lips against mine dragged me into a well of desire that I didn’t want to ever break away from. He reached up to thread his fingers through my hair. Our breaths became rapid with each thundering pulse of our racing hearts.
The threads of our bond shone so bright that I could have sworn it was sealed—that our love was enough.
“Dax,” I moaned into his mouth as he ground his length between my thighs. “Daxton!” I roared this time, forcefully pushing on his chest and pinning him flat on the bed. Desire and a rush of power from my animal flooded me, driving my arousal wild and pushing me for control. “Remove our clothes.”
I watched as the curve on my mate’s sinister grin stretched across his lips. His eyes narrowed as his canines gleamed against his dark beard. With a wave of his hand, nothing separated us.
“Good,” I growled.
Rising, I grasped the base of his shaft with my free hand and guided it to where I needed him most. In one swift movement, I sat down, his girth stretching and filling me in all the right ways.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back.
I squeezed my legs around his waist, keeping him exactly where I wanted. “I’m going to have my fill of you tonight, Daxton, and then some.”
Bucking my hips, I rode my mate hard, reveling in the intoxicating friction between our thriving bodies. Taking every solid inch of him, I rode the waves of pleasure erupting from my core. Daxton’s hands gripped my hips, fingers leaving crescent marks on my skin as he matched my pace. Our bodies moved as one in an entanglement of lust and need.
I leaned forward, and my mate consumed my mouth with his, sucking on my bottom lip. Ice trickled along my nipples, causing me to release a sharp gasp as his tongue slid inside my mouth.
And Gods above, his tongue.
Our kisses grew hot and heavy as Daxton thrust his hips upward, slamming himself to the hilt. He held me in place as he slammed into me again, and again, and again, fucking me within an inch of sanity, teetering on the edge of blissful release.
“Turn around,” Daxton rasped. “Sit on my lap with your legs spread and your back to me.”
I obliged his request, eager to follow his lead.
“Place your hands here,” Daxton said, guiding them into position on the bed, his teeth scraping against the base of my neck as he leaned forward.
My entire body trembled in response to his touch, feeling his cock pulse against my backside. The tip sliding between the seam of my ass.
“Good,” he purred. “Now, spread those stunning legs let me fuck you from behind.” Daxton’s fingers reached around to press on my clit. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your gods-damned name.”
My chest heaved as a thrumming pulsed between my thighs.
“You’re unbelievably stunning spread out for me like this—so eager to be fucked by yourmate,” he growled in a deep guttural voice.
I tilted my head back as he continued to stroke my clit, using my arousal to slide his delicious cock across my center, teasing me until I was trembling—until I was whimpering for him.
“Dax—”
“Manners… Spitfire.”
“Please, Daxton.”
“Good girl,” he growled. “Now, tilt your hips.”
I obeyed, and Daxton rewarded me by pressing the tip of his cock inside me before burying himself to hilt with one firm thrust. With a loud moan my head fell back, my entire body quivering with pleasure.
