“Oh shit, Yilan,” he croaked.
I laughed with delight, as he shuddered and slid one hand under my knee to pull me against him at the same time he let go of my hair and grasped the back of my neck instead, positioning me, then hissing as he entered me in one, long, slow slide that sent waves of shivering pleasure from where we joined, spiraling out in my blood, through my limbs, and across my skin.
I cried out with the sheer joy of it, gasping when he filled me, head back again, but grabbing for him, pulling him to me.
Then, in rolling, rippling waves, he began to make love to me—and, if it hadn’t felt so incredibly good, I would have wept out of joy.
Every nerve ending in my skin seemed to rise to meet him—aching for his touch, and thrilled when it came.
His breath on my collarbone peppered me with goosebumps. The water rushed between us and against us, heightening the pebbling on my skin. When we pulled close, his stomach flexedagainst mine and made my skin prickle. His fingers clawed into my hair, scraped my scalp, and sent shivers of sparks down my neck and spine. When he leaned back to open his mouth on my breast, fire consumed me.
I gasped, arching to press closer, and clawing into his back.
“I love you, Yilan,” he rumbled against my skin, as he drew out of me almost entirely, then slowly, surely pressed back in, lighting up those comets of joy that sent lightning bolts of pleasure through my core. His fingers tightened in my hair again, and I felt the steel of him as his body fought to increase the pace.
“I love you—Melek, I—”
He growled over my breast, the vibration coupled with the scratch of his stubble sending jolts of delicious pleasure straight to the bond at the center of my chest, then out into the rest of my body.
Every time he pulled out, I ached for more—and was grateful when each new thrust came a little sooner, a little harder, than the one before. I arched to meet him, nails digging into his back to keep myself close, as he curled over me, his lips on my neck, his teeth pinching my skin, his breath ragged in my hair, thundering over my ear.
“God, I love you—don’t ever leave me, Yilan,” he rasped.
“I won’t—Iwon’tohgodyesMelek—”
With a desperate moan, he curled one hand over the top of my head, grabbed my knee and hooked it over his hip, then whispered,“Hold on,”as his hips drove forward with a thrust so hard, it lifted me from the water.
I was perched, held by him, helpless in his strength, desperate to match his pace, but soon forced to simply lock my arms around his neck and let him handle me, as his ragged breaths became grunts, and his grunts became harsh pleas.
Soon, the world fell away, and nothing existed except the sight and sound of him, the sensations he wrung from my skin, and that blazing horizon of pleasure he drove me towards.
There was no city. No cavern. No threat to my sister. There were noFallen, and no wars.
There was only him—the beast of a man who owned me, body and soul, and cried my name like it had been torn from his throat.
“Yilan, I—fuck!” he gasped.
“Yes!” My voice was too high, too thin, because my body was trembling, quivering, on the edge of bliss. I threw my head back, tilting my hips to meet him again.“Yes, Melek!”
He jerked up his head, leaving inches between us, but it only increased the pressure he built inside me, so I was gasping, keening with each thrust.
“Look at me, Yilan—look at me!”
His hand plunged into my hair, tugging my head back even further, but his urgent command made my eyes fly open of their own accord.
He loomed over me, his incredible body sheened in sweat that made his skin slick like it had been oiled, and every line of muscle and tendon just one more point of pleasure. I drank him in, jaw slack and breath heaving.
“Look at me!” he growled again.
I snapped my eyes up to find his—green-gold and shining in the dark, locked on mine—and when our eyes met, the bond throbbed at the same time something deep in my core pulsed.
I meant to form his name, to call for him, but all that broke in my throat was a cry of sheer pleasure, as the orgasm detonated behind my navel, sending me spinning out into freefall—high, shrill cries filling the air, that I didn’t even know were from me.
Without breaking eye contact, Melek roared my name, pounding into me, water splashing and tinkling, leaving me helpless in the wake of my pleasure—and a slave to his.
Eyes wide and jaw tight, Melek roared. “Hold on, my love…hold on!”as the wave between us crested, and something in the bond exploded.
Melek bellowed, and his fingers on me tightened as his thrusts grew erratic and we clung, the bond spiraling, twisting, whirling… And then, neither of us breathed until the wave of the bond’s swell sucked back out, and in a moment we both tumbled back to earth—or water, as it happened—collapsing in a tangle of sweaty limbs and panting breaths, buoyed up by the now-churning mineral waters.
