His tongue licked his lips, his eyes hooded with desire as he pressed his forehead to mine, his fingers curling until I moaned.
“In my dreams,” he panted, “I wake up confused, like I’m still trapped in that body. And I have you as my prisoner. Tied up.” He shuddered. “Scared. Of me.” He exhaled, his chest shaking. “It’s still like it was that first morning. I want to tell you to run away from me. To save yourself. Leave me. But then,” his voice broke, his strokes increasing in speed. “Then you open your eyes, and you look at me. You see me. And you’re not afraid,” he cried. “And then I remember. I remember you saved me. And then I just want … fuck. All I want is to hold you. To be with you. Near you. Next to you. On you. In you. But underneath it all, I’m still afraid—afraid I’m not worthy.”
“Then look at me now,” I commanded, “and hear me. Hear me nice and good.” I met his gaze in the dark. “You are worthy, Rhyan, of everything good in this world.Ani janam ra.”
He shuddered again, and nodded, his chest heaving against my back, “I know you.”
I kissed him, our tongues battling.
“Gods, Lyr,” he breathed against. “Can I fuck you now?”
“Yes. Yes.”
He slid his fingers out, and gripped my hips, and then I felt him at my entrance, the head of his cock sliding against me, coating himself in my arousal.
“Please,” I panted, needing to feel him completely.
“I’m at your command. Always.” And then, he slid in, and in, and in.
I cried out, only for his hand to slide across my mouth, sealing my lips shut, and muffling my groans.
“Shhh, partner,” he crooned in my ear, his pelvis lifting, his cock hitting a spot that made my eyes close. “My army will hear you.”
“Your army?” I bit down on his palm as he started to thrust, remaining buried deep inside me. “I thought you … were at my command.”
He moaned. “Ourarmy.”
“That’s more like it,” I gasped.
“Fuck. I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he said.
“Your fault for waiting all this time.” I pushed back against him. “But me neither.”
“You feel … so … fucking … good.” He tightened his hold against my mouth, just as I started to cry out. He pumped into me, faster and faster, pushing with so much force, I collapsed onto my elbows. His hand swept under my knees forcing me down, flat on my belly. The new position pushed my legs together. Rhyan’s weight rested fully on top of me, pressing medeep into the blankets. Then his ankles locked over mine. I could barely move. Only lay there and take him as he pumped, his movements growing wild and rabid.
He gripped my hair, pulling my head back, his lips on my neck, as he slid in and out, his hips setting a bruising pace. The heat coiled between my legs was rippling and tensing. I couldn’t take much more. It was too good, too intense.
“I’m going to come,” I whined.
“Oh, I know you are.”
I mewled.
He bit down on my earlobe. “Can you come quietly? Hmmm, partner. Can you do that for me?”
“No.” I cried out, shaking my head, burying my face in the blankets. Every part of my body was in contact with his, and after days without this, with Rhyan only sleeping against me at night doing little more than holding me, I was heady. He didn’t understand. Just like that first night, he hardly had to do anything to drive me wild. He was alive. He was alive. That was all I needed. And again, I knew I could come just from that. But of course, this was Rhyan. And he knew exactly what to do to make me lose control. To make me scream. And then I started to, unable to stop.
“Give me that loud mouth of yours, partner. Come on. Give it to me.” His hand wrapped around my face, turning my head and crushing his lips over mine, silencing my cries of pleasure. He breathed into me, his hips jerking. With a groan, I felt him twitch, spilling into me.
That pushed me over the edge. My body tremored, every limb shaking as ripples of pleasure crashed like a tidal wave through my limbs.
Panting, I buried my face in the blanket as Rhyan kissed my cheek, his body still on top of mine. We breathed together likethat, his hands reaching up to find mine, our fingers threaded together.
A moment later, I shifted under him, and he slowly pulled out, turning me over and kissing me thoroughly. His hand slid under my head, holding me close. Then he got up, rummaging through our bags for a clean towel. He had a small cantina of water that he poured on top. Then he knelt before me, a wicked glint in his eyes as he cleaned me. Then took care of himself, sliding his pants back up. His lips curled.
“What’s that look?” I asked.
One eyebrow lifted. “I was just thinking … I kind of like the idea of everyone hearing you. Of them knowing that you’re screaming for me. That I’m claiming you. You’re claiming me. After all the hiding we had to do,” he shrugged, “I don’t know. I kind of like the idea of them hearing how pretty you sound when I’m deep inside you, when you come for me.”
