Free DarykCraving by Denise A. Agnew Page B

“we need to discuss our disagreement.
Make certain we understand each other once and for all.”
    His fierce expression disappeared. “Of course. Where would
you care to talk?”
    “Follow me.” She walked past him, heart in throat, pounding
as she realized what would occur next.

Chapter Eight
     
    Marc followed as Aknada ascended the stairs. She knew it was
the only place they’d have privacy for what she had in mind. She hungered to
complete what they’d started so many years ago. Forever. For that was how long
she felt she’d known Marc Gampia.
    Once she reached the landing, she headed straight for her
room. She wanted familiar things around her, a reassurance that when she
stepped over this edge, she’d have a safe place to fall. Once inside her room,
he closed the door behind him and locked it.
    The finality of that action, that she was alone with a man
in a locked room, had once frightened her. Now she couldn’t wait. She wanted
him closer, her desire burning hot and low in her belly. She was damp and ached
between her legs, her nipples already tight. Oh yes. Desire was right. So
sweet.
    “Is this all right?” he asked, barely stepping away from the
door. He held up one hand. “I don’t want to frighten you.”
    She smiled. “I am not afraid.”
    He returned her smile, and just as quickly his expression
turned serious and intent. She half expected him to talk, to engage her in
conversation to make certain she didn’t regret intimacy. Maybe their kiss had
confirmed her eagerness. Their argument had stunned her, though she now felt
foolish as all the hells.
    She could not think of it now. Not when her heartbeat
slammed in her chest and her body warmed with anticipation. She turned to the
bed, knowing if she didn’t do something immediately, she might freeze. She kept
her back to him and stripped. She moved with the speed of a Daryk One. Her belt
fell to the floor, her empty scabbard, her tunic next to it. She didn’t turn
toward him, but reached down to her boots. She pulled them off, tugged down the
pants and left them all in a puddle. Her garments could no longer protect her.
Instead of turning, she waited for him to approach. She closed her eyes and
heard rustling.
    “Wait.” His voice rumbled softly. “Do you want to undress
me?”
    He was still worried about frightening her, darling man.
“No.”
    Without another word he stripped. She heard clothing being
tossed here and there, the thump of boots on the floor telling of his haste.
She loved it. Loved that he could not wait to come to her.
    His hands touched her shoulders, and she didn’t flinch. It
felt so exquisite and wonderful to have his skin against hers without concern
or fear. He palmed her shoulders as he pressed his body full to hers.
    “What do you want?” his voice demanded of her softly. “Tell
me what would please you.”
    Loving his caution, she reached up and touched his hands on
her shoulders. Heat filled her cheeks. “Kiss me everywhere. Slowly.”
    A groan left his mouth. “With pleasure.”
    He started with her neck, and his hot breath teased as he
flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh at the side of her neck. She
quivered, aching deep inside. Love swelled and grew inside Aknada, and tears
filled her eyes, but this time it wasn’t terror or worry that motivated her
tears. She felt their burn, welcomed the emotion, true feelings coursing
through her as he breathed hotly into her ear before tracing the shell with his
tongue. She gasped. By the god, if he did that again, she’d go mad. Could she
wait while he kissed every sensitive inch of her body? Perhaps not this first
time.
    His skin slid warmly against hers, heating her as he dared
to press his hips to hers. Fully aroused cock touched her lower back, and more
heat erupted between her legs.
    “All right?” His voice hummed low in her ears.
    “Yes. So right.”
    He swept his hands down to her rib cage, cupping gently,
making her feel protected and more