“I will see you tomorrow. You two have fun,” Cillian said with a wink, twirling around on his heel and heading towards the stairs that led to the roof, whistling a jaunty Irish tune.
Gemma giggled, but the laughter disappeared quickly as Devon scooped her up in his arms, carrying her back into the bedroom without another word. The door slammed shut behind them, and not a second later, Gemma landed square on her back on the bed. Apparently a hungry dragon was not one to be toyed with.
Gemma caught her lower lip between her teeth, her pulse quickening as her body was locked between the soft sheets and the handsome man. They’d shared a bed for days now, but had both been too weak to do anything about the need within them.
Still, she hadn’t even thought of leaving his side, nor he hers. After having just got one another back, it seemed like the height of folly to not be around each other. Her hands rested on his chest, feeling his heart beat heavily. She liked the way she could make him react so readily.
“I’ve missed you, princess,” Devon said, his voice but a hoarse whisper as he bent down and trailed kisses on her neck and down her chest.
With one hand, he undid the tie on her bathrobe and pushed it out of the way. Then, he raised the edge of the t-shirt and butterflied kisses on her soft stomach, making her giggle from the way his stubble rasped at her delicate skin. Gemma was completely wet already, just like she always was when he touched her. She raised herself up a little, just enough to wrestle the shirt and bathrobe off of herself, and a thankful moan slipped from her lips as he responded by throwing off his shirt as well.
Her fingers trailed along the small scars that riddled his body, many soon to disappear as he healed further, but some there to stay – the mark around his wrist would forever be there to remind her of what he had done for her, what he had been willing to do.
Devon kissed her bountiful breasts, squeezing them with his hands and making her meet his touch by arching her back. Heat surged through her, making her pulse with need for him. She reached down, gripping his cock through his loose pants, and he groaned with satisfying longing. Slowly, Gemma rubbed up and down the length of it, loving how big it was, how hard it was. And all for her.
He caught one of her nipples with his mouth and sucked so hard she was sure he’d leave marks. But that was fine, she wanted him to leave marks on her, wanted him to claim her. The dragon stone glowed with its dark light right between her breasts, reminding her of what they’d gone through and how they’d grown stronger for it. She was never going to take it off again.
“I need you,” she muttered with feverish desire, her green eyes seeking out his blues. A devilish glint shone in them, his dark brows framing his mesmerizing eyes and always making her feel like she was staring at a wild thing, not merely a man.
“How much?” he demanded, raising up on his knees and towering above her like a god, ripped and delicious.
“Endlessly,” she answered, certain of the truthfulness of her words. There were no bounds to how much she truly needed him now – something she couldn’t have even imagined a scarce few weeks ago. Her hand still worked his cock, rubbing it and luxuriating in the feeling of it as it throbbed when her thumb rubbed over its tip.
“Will you wear what I give you now? Will you give yourself to me entirely? We will be tied together under dragon law tomorrow, but I have to know now, Gem. I must know…” His voice trailed off, and for the slightest of moments, the predator shone brighter than the man behind his eyes, irises turning a stark gold before flashing blue again. Before he could even finish his words, Gemma found herself nodding, raising herself up on her elbows and then on her knees so she may face him.
She cupped his face with her hands, feeling impossibly small next to him. Or perhaps it was just that he was so big compared to her. Whichever it was, it filled her with a sense of safety and belonging – something that had seemed so elusive for such a long time.
“I will, Devon. I will cherish everything you give me. What is mine is yours, and I am yours to keep,” she whispered, kissing him on the mouth like demons were after her and this would be the very last kiss they’d ever share. She wanted him to know that all she was saying was true. That there could be no one else. Not anymore. Not ever.
“Good,” Devon said simply, leaning back and snatching the bracelet he had given her on their trip to the caverns. He slipped it on her wrist almost reverently – the same wrist he now wore his scar on as a mark of battle. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would leap from her chest, but all seemed to fall quiet as Devon fisted her hair and yanked her forward, kissing her with hunger she hadn’t seen in him yet. “Then, you will be mine,” he promised. “Tomorrow, truly. But now, just as importantly.”