Preston opened the door to Dacia’s home and froze. There was a trail of dark red rose petals from the front door, up the stairs, and into her room. He swallowed hard, wondering what game she was playing. This seemed awfully romantic for a woman who was afraid of the word love.
He stepped inside and locked the door before climbing up the stairs. Soft, sensual music played through the house. He slowed his breathing as he turned the corner, into her room.
She sat on the edge of the bed which was covered in rose petals. The dark chocolate robe matched her hair and eyes, a single rose in her hand. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and he could see the vulnerability written across her elegant face.
“Oh, Minx,” he crossed the room, and dropped to his knees before her, “I can’t resist you.”
Her free hand came up to caress his face. “I love you, Preston.”
He rose up to place a kiss on her lips. True emotion stared back at him and his heart swelled with his smile. “I love you, too.”
She let out a sad laugh. “Didn’t want to scare me off?”
He nodded and placed his forehead against hers. “Wanted to prove my feelings until you believed them.”
Her chest rose and fell with her breath. “I was worried you didn’t. I should have known better.”
“Hey, if it was words you needed, I would have given them to you. I thought you needed action.”
“Both, I need both. I’m needy, and high maintenance, and I’m going to be a pain in your ass, but I’m not letting you go.”
He threaded his fingers into her hair and covered her mouth with his until she was panting for breath. Then he trailed his fingers down her neck and chest until he came to the tie of her robe and pulled it open with a tug.
Needing to feel her heart beating, he slid his hand to rest over the quiet thumping. “As long as you only need me, I’ll give you whatever you ask for.”
“Your heart.”
“It’s yours.” First tracing the outline of her new tattoo, he then caressed her body and leaned down to press a kiss over her heart. “Always.”
“Make love to me, Preston. I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Oh, Minx, I’m ready to bury myself so deep I become a part of you.”
“Already are, but I want to feel you.”
He slipped two fingers inside and her back arched, the ember rose radiated. Her velvet heat was dripping. Every time they were together she responded this way.
“Please, Preston.”
“Need to taste you.” He spread her wider and licked her entrance, dipping his tongue inside. Groaning, he teased her until she pushed his head back.
“Need more than your mouth.” She scooted up the bed. “Strip.”
His brow arched as he followed her direction. Standing, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, then slowly opened his belt and zipper. After he kicked off his shoes, he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down, and stepped out of his clothes.
Licking his lips, he grabbed his throbbing length. “This, is what you do to me, Minx. I want all of you. Not just your body, but everything. Give it to me.”
Nodding, she trailed her fingers down to circle her clit. “All of me, if you’ll give me all of you.”
“I’m yours.”
He crawled up the bed, until he was propped over her and stared into her eyes.
Her hand reached out to wrap around his cock. “Don’t make me ask you again. Make love to me, Ember.”
She pulled him until he pressed inside. Her nails lightly trailed over his thigh, and then sank into the meat of his ass. His hips jerked forward and she moaned as she threw her head back.
“So damned good,” he groaned, then started to move.
She clenched him tight, urging him faster. “Need you.”
Grabbing one of her tiny ankles he pulled her leg to his shoulder, tilting her hips. She cried out as he found her end and thrust in and out, the sound of slapping flesh filled the room. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through his body.
* * * *
As promised, Preston became a part of her. They synced as their bodies meshed. She was close, right on edge, as he slammed into her again and again.
Heat washed through her as a breeze kicked into overdrive around them. His hand landed on her thigh, and his thumb found her clit, slipping back and forth with enough pressure to send her soaring as he surged deep inside.
He held himself there, trying to catch his breath as he stared into her soul. She felt bared to him, and it was the most comforting thing she’d ever experienced.
With a smile, he dropped beside her, and wound his arms around her, tucking her into his embrace. She pressed closer, but met his gaze.
“I love you, Dacia.”
She wound her leg over his hip with a smile. “I believe you. I feel the love—both sides. I never realized what I was missing. It’s so strong it wipes out all the doubt.”
“Never want you to doubt me again, Minx. I’ll prove my love for you every day as long as you’ll let me.”
“My turn to prove it to you.” Dacia rolled on top of him and sat up as she straddled his hips.
He ran his hands up her sides, caressing her tattoo, then wrapped his arms around her, sitting up to lick her nipple. Her hips rocked, her heat sliding over his length, and she moaned as she guided him, still hard, back inside.
“Part of me,” she moaned, “best part.”
He placed a kiss over her heart. “I’m not the best part of you. This is.” He pressed another kiss. “And it’s mine.”
She twined her arms around his shoulders as she took their pace slow, enjoying the way their bodies worked in tandem, creating delicious friction.
Looking up, his mouth captured hers in a dueling kiss that further built the passion igniting between them. Every touch, every kiss, every stroke drawing them closer as the pleasure exploded into bliss.
He fell back, bringing her with him, holding her tighter.
* * * *
Toryn paced through the living room. Remus had made it out of Faerie, pushed through some randomly created portal that closed as quickly as it had been summoned.
There was no telling where on Earth that sick fuck was. Isadora was in danger. Preston was in danger. Even Dacia. And yeah, Isa would argue so was he, but he didn’t give a flying fuck about himself at the moment.
Remus was up to something. However, no one had managed to find out where the slime bag was, and he wasn’t sure how to go about finding him.
The question was, did he warn Preston now? Or later. He trusted the mage, his son, to do what he promised. Take Remus in and hand him over. He didn’t see the asshole getting away as Preston’s failure any more than it was his own when the slippery shitbag disappeared into thin air before he could turn him to cinder.
Fuck! Calling is the best policy.
Slamming his hand on the table he pulled out his phone and dialed Preston. It took a few moments before the line picked up and a yawn came through. “Hang on,” Preston murmured.
Toryn could hear the bed creak and a sleepy feminine moan. A door shut and then quiet footfalls.
“Sorry, had a nap.”
Toryn chuckled, sure they were up to something before the nap. “Sorry to wake you, but I have some bad news, and it’s not very informative.”
Preston sighed. “That’s usually how it goes. Spill it.”
“I’ve confirmed Remus has come through a portal. To where, I’m not entirely sure, but I’m willing to bet he’s in Europe for now. Means we have some time, though I don’t have a clue how much. I have people looking for any of his known aliases, but so far I’ve got nothing.”
“Thanks. We knew about the Europe possibility, so I can get my people on it. Hopefully we can find something before he has a chance to make a move.”
“You’ve got my number, and if I find anything out, you’ll be the first I call.”
“I appreciate it.” The phone went dead, and Toryn sat down at the computer, trying to figure out where he could start his electronic search. Though he had a feeling eyes and ears would be better.