“Yes,” I practically choked out the word “Do it. Punish me. Claim me. Fuck me.”
“I do claim you, Lyr. Lyriana. You were always mine. Mine since before the dawn of time.” His hand flew into my hair, his fingers grasping my hair at the base of my neck. “And I’m going to remind you of that, remind you that I belong to you, and you belong to me and only me with every thrust. Every touch, every kiss, every time you come for the rest of your life. I’m going to make sure you know it’s me. I’m going to make you say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped. “I’m yours.”
He pulled my hair at the back of my neck, the sensation more pleasurable than I’d realized, and then suddenly, his fingers flattened and he turned my head down.
“Then watch,” he said. “Watch as this cock,my cock, takes you and fills your cunt.”
He gripped himself, and then slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.
“Fuck,” I yelled, as he cursed. I was more than wet and ready for him, but after weeks of deprivation, my body needed a second to remember how to adjust and accommodate his length. It stung for a second, and then I stretched around him, and the pleasure began to grow and pulse, rippling through me.
His mouth was on mine, our tongues dancing as he pumped into me, slamming his hips in and out, again and again.
“Rhyan,” I yelled. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to say his name for the rest of my life. “Rhyan, Rhyan, Rhyan.”
“Yes, Lyr. Yes,” he hissed. “Tell me! Say it. Say who’s fucking you,” he growled. “Who?”
“You. You are.”
“And who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You, Rhyan. I belong to you.”
“And whose cock are you going to come all over?” he barked.
“Yours,” I cried. “Yours.”
“Then do it,” he growled. “Come on, Lyr. I feel you tightening. You’re squeezing me so fucking hard. Come on. Come for me. Come.” His eyes flashed, boring into mine. He had the same vulnerable look in them he had the night he died, when I picked him up in my arms, and told him he wasn’t going to die. “Lyr,” he panted. “Lyr.”
And that was all it took. I was coming, falling apart, my body trembling, my throat raw as I screamed, and tears filled my eyes.
“There you go,” he said. “There you fucking go.” He continued fucking me through every last spasm, his cocktwitching inside me. And when my toes uncurled, my body loosening like jelly, Rhyan buried his head against my neck, his hips thrusting faster and faster, moving wildly. It was all I could do to hold on. He tightened against me, stilling suddenly, and then I felt his release spilling inside, spurting with such force, it was already sliding down my leg, mixing with my own arousal.
Rhyan roared my name, and gasped, pulling his head up, fresh tears in his eyes.
I pulled his face toward mine. My ankles locked together, keeping him deep inside me as I found his lips, kissing him.
“Rakame,”I said between kisses. “Your soul is mine.”
“Mekara,” he sobbed. “My soul is yours.”
I nodded. “Because we always find each other.”
“Always,” he said. “Are you okay? Was I—was I too rough?”
I smiled, my eyes watering. “You were perfect.” I leaned forward, kissed his tears, and buried my head against his neck, stroking his shoulders and back.
We stood like that together, our breathing slowing to a more manageable rhythm, and finally, he pulled out, hissing through his teeth. I was feeling overly sensitive, too, as I finally touched the floor of the shower, standing before him.
Rhyan hugged me, our bodies still trying to get as close as possible. We only broke apart when the water began to lose heat.
Without speaking, we both reached for the shampoo bottles, and soap, taking turns washing each other’s hair, and bodies until there was no hint of the cave left on us, no hint of the fights from earlier, no hint of anything but him and me.
Rhyan turned off the water, and stepped out first, reaching for the towel to wrap around my body. We were careful as we dried each other off, taking our time to give every inch of skin attention, and then we stumbled, exhausted, bleary-eyed and content into bed.
I laid back on the pillows, drawing Rhyan into my arms, his head resting against my breast. My fingers tangled in his hair, and for a moment he tensed.
