DarykCraving by Denise A. Agnew Read Free Book Online Page A

to do more. Using her middle finger, she teased her
clit. A sweet sting of heated pleasure caused her to gasp.
    Yes.
    She dared to imagine Marc touching her, and when fear didn’t
stop her, she smiled again. Yes. Yes. Yes.
    She circled her clit again. More.
    Using her other hand, she slipped one finger inside her
channel. She gasped in delight and buried the finger deeper.
    Marc was there in her mind, urging her on with words she
somehow knew he’d say. Come, Aknada, come.
    Gasping, she reveled in the quick accent. She swirled her
finger over her clit faster. Faster until she panted and moved on the bed with
frustration. She wanted it. Wanted it. She pumped her finger in and out, played
with her clit, built the ecstasy until she panted and moaned softly. She didn’t
imagine Marc fucking her but fell into the pleasure. This was for her. This was
about pure need.
    Oh by the god, yes.
    Climax hit.
    Trembling, sweet and filled with relief.
    As she came down from the orgasm, she sighed and a great
weight left her forever.
    * * * * *
    Marc didn’t head to his room right away after he left
Aknada.
    He prowled like a beast.
    He had to burn off this need for her before he punched a
wall or otherwise acted like a dragon on the hunt.
    Frustration grinded inside him, but he didn’t blame Aknada.
No, he would never blame her for his own shortcomings. He’d scared the hells
out of her back there, touching her when he’d promised never to do it.
    He was dragon dung.
    Returning downstairs, he checked every corner of the
compound, making certain all stayed secure. The guards that always kept watch
on the four upper battlements and at the front entrance to the compound had
hunkered down under waterproof tenting. Marc told them to retreat inside. No
sense in them staying up there when it wasn’t likely the encampment would
receive a threat in this mess. Besides, Arcos would keep a watch from his
building.
    He even visited Arcos, tromping through the heaviest rain
he’d encountered in his life to make certain the animal fared well. Arcos,
though happy to see his master, didn’t seem distressed by the violent weather.
Realizing Arcos was perfectly fine, Marc returned inside.
    Finally, after supervising, surveying and generally
wandering the property with no more purpose, he retreated to his room a
dripping mess. The waterproof cloaking and hood hadn’t worked well.
    He locked the door and leaned back against it with his eyes
closed. He was in pain again. During his walk of his property, his cock had
behaved, distracted by other business.
    Now that he was behind closed doors, his body remembered all
too well how much he wanted Aknada. Emotionally, he felt as if he’d been
dragged through a wringer. When tears had come to his eyes, he’d been
mortified, but at the same time, showing her how he felt seemed natural. At one
time, honesty with Aknada hadn’t come easy. He’d always been afraid to reveal
deeper emotions to her. When she’d come into his arms, he thought he’d die.
Plain and simple, he could die at that moment and feel perfectly happy. His
body, though, wanted more. Heat poured through his veins. He wanted her more
than he’d ever wanted another woman. His body burned with desire. He clenched
his fists and launched away from the door. He tore his sodden clothes off as he
went. He tossed away his cloak. His boots flew to one side of the room, his
trousers in another corner. He yanked his tunic off and dropped it to the
floor. Naked, he stomped to the bathing room and turned on the water shower. He
stood under it, allowing water to trim away the day’s thoughts and worries. Yet
no matter what, he couldn’t remove the memory of Aknada nestled in his arms,
her breasts pressed to him, her hands on his chest. Touching his nipples.
    He hissed in a breath and circled his stiff cock with a
solid grip. Maybe this way he could forget the aching, gnawing desire. He
smoothed his fist over the hard flesh. It wasn’t as if he