"Evie, stop –" Gavriel chocked on his saliva as he was incredibly turned on but had to force himself to hold back for her sake.
She squeezed him gently and all he could do was groan. His hands that held her, the hands that was supposed to stop her trembled. This was bad. He wanted her so much it was killing him. He didn't want to stop her. The caresses of her delicate hands felt like salvation. He felt like a person who was dying of thirst in the desert and had finally found that saving jug of water – only to have it held at arm's length. It was so close yet so far that he felt himself nearing insanity.
Her lashes lifted as her hands continued caressing him and Gavriel sucked in his breath. Her hair had darkened because of their wetness. She was like a moon goddess that had emerged from some mystical lake.
"This is…" she opened her lips hesitantly. "What a man will put inside a woman, right?" she asked, shy and innocent. Not knowing that her innocent question was the most potent drug that could seduce even a marble statue.
Gavriel was speechless and mind blown. His heart was thundering in his head and he had to look away to stop himself from grabbing her. She was so bold she was driving him mad. But goodness! She was also drunk! He could see the catlike curiosity shining in her eyes.
He could only nod. He was aware that most virgin humans were not educated about these things as they believed that it was their husband's job to educate them.
She looked at him with wide eyes. "But it's… so big…" she muttered as she gazed down at the length that was pulsing in her hands. "I don't think it will fit…"
The wicked glimmer returned to Gavriel's eyes and before he knew it, he pinched her chin and spoke. "It will, love. You stretch too." He said and regretted as he could no longer make himself lean away from her.
Their gazes locked. The temptation was too strong. Gods! How did it end up like this? He was supposed to be the one to seduce her, not the other way around!
"Would you want me to show you… right now?" Gavriel's jaw clenched as he realized what he had just said. No, that's not right. It should not be right now. She's drunk! "I… mean not –"
"Yes." She cut him off, her eyes were serious and filled with anticipation mixed with determination. Desire was dancing wildly in her eyes again.
Gavriel swallowed hard. He was so disoriented he could not stop her in time when her hands shot out and wrapped them around his neck. Her mouth licked his neck, copying what he just did a while ago. She sucked and licked his skin clumsily, but her inexpert moves were tempting and seductive enough to burn off that little shred of self-control. And when she spoke and against his skin saying, "Show me, Gav…", his dear self-control did a complete turnabout, drowned itself and blissfully died.
The gentleness evaporated and his hands grabbed at her hips and buttocks in one greedy sweeping move. His mouth crushed against hers with vigorous unrestrained hunger and urgent pressure as he pulled her hard against him. He was growling with pleasure and need.
He tangled his fingers through her damp long hair and pulled her head back. His mouth searched the fragile skin of her throat and licked and sucked and kissed her there as if he wanted to devour her whole.
The savage desire was too much that Gavriel could hardly think. He felt his thoughts not being able to keep up with his actions. This had never happened to him before. He knew he had to stop before things really got out of hand. But how could he when he felt like he would rather suffocate to death than to stop? Is it even possible to want someone this much?! Especially when this someone was jerking against him like she truly and ardently wanted him inside her?
Gritting his teeth, Gavriel fought for self-control once again, against his better judgement. The realisation and memory of her being drunk had given him some sanity. He knew what the effects of vampire's wine were to have on humans. The vampires in the capital were making the human females sip the wine because it served as a potent aphrodisiac. And that was why his Evie was acting like this now.
He let her move against him, letting her feel every inch of him. But it was getting more and more unbearable, and he was afraid he would lose control again. Making a primitive sound, Gavriel grabbed her hips and guided her over his length.
"God, Evie…" his voice shaken and impassioned.
Sensations spreading, heat unfolding as their sexes continued rubbing against each other, creating unspeakable heat and delicious friction.
Gavriel cupped her squirming bottom and pressed her against him, helping her slide against him faster until she squirmed and both of them erupted in an intense rupture.
…
After washing Evie up, Gavriel dressed her and tucked her into their bed. She had fainted in the tub.
Gavriel smiled and shook his head amusingly at his contentedly sprawled out wife. He then laid next to her and watched her sleeping face for a long time before he kissed her forehead and put his arms around her, as he joined her in her slumber.
Hours later, Evie began to dream. However, it was more apt to call it a nightmare rather than a dream.
There was fire everywhere around her. She was surrounded by it and felt suffocated.
"Gavriel!!!" she was screaming in panic as she looked around for him. She was standing at the top of the watchtower by the wall.
Dacria was on fire. She screamed Gavriel's name again and again, but she could not see him anywhere. All she could see was fire everywhere. Her vision was filled with that red angry glare.
Tears began to fall from her eyes. It was getting harder to breathe. The air was blazing up, causing everything to turn into an inferno rather than that pure snowy-white scene that she knew Dacria to be. Even the tears that dripped from her eyes evaporated before they could roll off her face. She looked at the castle from afar and she fell on her knees, seeing a dragon in the sky. It was circling around the fortress and spitting flames of fire, intent on burning it down.