"When you figure it out, let me know," she said. "Sounds like a grand time."
"He's lucky I didn't kill him," he muttered. "I wanted to. Just imagining him stringing you along... I hate to think of what he said to you—“
"It was nothing I couldn't handle," she assured him.
He smiled up at her. "I might have paid to hear you put him in his place," he said fondly.
"Considering he's apparently stuck with us, I'm sure you won't have to pay to see it."
Nadir shook his head at her, to which she laughed. He sat up, his hand touched her side, and her eyes closed. She sank back, his arms curling around her as she rested against his rising chest. His legs bent on either side of her. One hand draping around her shoulders, the other around her waist, she sank her temple against his head as he curled her up in her arms. She clung her hands to his wrap, feeling his lips curve against her throat as he hugged her.
Her heart ached with his every touch. That safety of his presence. How the world and their problems seemed so minuscule and distant when they were together. When his nose nudged her throat, she leaned her head against him. He spoke words in her ear of the old language. The noise of it caused a chill up her spine, her hair to raise on her arms.
"I am terrified to ask what you're actually saying," she managed.
He laughed, head hanging just briefly. "I'm naming off the crops I need to harvest tomorrow."
Her mouth dropped as she looked back to him. "Here I was thinking you were saying some beautiful poem," she joked.
His smirk widened, and he leaned in, lips pressing to her throat. "I don't need a beautiful poem to romance you, Princess. My to-do list will do just fine."
"That easy, am I?" she asked.
"Yes. Though I was just reciting my list for tomorrow. Had I wanted to romance you..." His lips tickled her ear, dark whispered breaths making her thighs squeeze as he spoke more words she didn't understand.
"What was that?" she asked when he paused.
"That..." His lips dragged across her throat, his fingers squeezing against her waist. "That was just a few of the things I want to do to you after you've crossed this beach. I want to know every fantasy you've ever had. Because I know you well enough to know they're all filthy, and I cannot wait to fulfill them."
The Commander had surfaced, and her heart skipped at the anticipation of whatever it was he was about to do to her. She released a jagged breath. "Sprinting," she uttered.
"Take your time," he drawled, and she knew he was mocking her. His hand moved under her bent leg, hidden by the dress, and she drew a sharp breath at the tickle of his finger between her legs. "Every day you stand on the other side is another hour I plan to devour you. Completely—“ His nose drew circles against her cheek, lips on her skin and making her body tingle. That finger dragging along the lace over her folds, and her eyes rolled. "Wholly—“ his teeth grazed her ear “—and utterly unrestrained."
With the final word, he slipped a finger beneath the lace, and she knew just how wet she was just from his words. His finger delved between her folds and grazed her entrance.
"I've waited nearly a century for you, Princess," he whispered. "By the time you master that form—“ Breaths caught in her throat when his finger pressed inside her, and the arm across her chest tightened. “—I’ll have thought of many more ways I can have you."
Thighs clenching, she found her hips shifting without realizing it, allowing him further access. Forgetting there were people around them. She leaned back and felt his length stiffening at her back, and she turned her head.
Her eyes met his, and she had to swallow at the darkness of his gaze. He pushed in another finger, digits curling and hooking inside her. Her mouth sagged in response. Hitting that spot that made her forget reality. Delving deeper with every stroke, massaging her, his mouth mirroring hers as he made her strain. Quiet moans stifling in her throat. And then he pulled out, dragging those fingers up her slickness to circle her clit.
"Will you stay this wet for me while you cross?" he uttered, the words reminding her of those he'd said to her at her castle before he'd left her bed. "Or should I need to haul you to my shack right now and give you air?"
His fingers pinched her nerves as he said it, the sharpness of that pleasurable pain making her own fingers curl around her dress. "You keep doing that, and I won't make it to your shack," she managed, and those digits tapped on her sensitivity, making her thighs flinch. A new stinging sensation she knew he was holding back with, and she wondered how it would feel to have him unhinged on her. Riding out that pleasure and pain as she shattered around him. Having him take control of her and unleash the Commander side of him she knew he'd mostly held back with.
A mix of which she knew she would have to tame her form before taking advantage of, and she knew he knew it too.
He held her chin and tilted her head back, making her eyes open when she didn't even realize she had closed them. "Do you like that?" he whispered, pinching her clit again and rolling those nerves between his fingers.
Her jaw quivered. "Yes, Commander," she breathed.
He pressed hard on her, the weight of it making her clit throb, her breath skip. Keeping the pressure, he laid the two fingers on either side of the nerves, squeezing it between them as he moved the two fingers up and down her slickness. Pinching it and teasing her to the point she couldn't breathe.
"Do you want me to splay you on my bed so you cannot move while I do this to you?"
He picked up his pace, making her spin. "Yes."
Swirling those fingers, her muscles began to reach. Her thighs tensing with every move of his hand. She thought his mouth on her had been nerve-wracking the night before. But this... Everything they'd done felt tame to what he was teasing her with right then.
