He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, his breathinguneven as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. ‘It would never have been long enough,’ he murmured against her skin. His fingers trailed down her neck, his palm coming to rest over that scar on her chest. ‘But even still. If you think for one second that we’re not going to fight our way out tomorrow, then you forget who we are.’
They would be outnumbered. And with no power and no weapons, they would surely die. But …
Who we are.
Aya pulled him closer, her body sinking into his as she kissed him once. Twice. A third time.
‘Fight with me,’ he whispered against her lips as he pulled her off the wall. He followed the command with a sweep of his tongue against hers. With his hands tangling in her hair as he slowly moved her across the cell and pinned her to the flimsy mattress.
She didn’t know if he was trying to distract her or convince her. It didn’t matter. Because her mind went blank as he rolled his hips against hers, drawing a sharp gasp from her as their centers connected.
He trailed blazing kisses down her neck. ‘Fight with me,’ he rumbled against her throat.
His hand trailed across her ribs, his fingers tracing the exposed skin there as his lips found hers again. She arched into his touch, urging his hand higher. Will chuckled against her mouth just before he slid under her dress and cupped her breast, swallowing her moan with another searing kiss. His fingers taunted and teased her, pulling another gasp from her as she melted into his touch.
Her hand reached for her belt, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed. Aya shifted her hips, desperate for friction against the ache that was building. Will groaned as she pressed against him, a muscle in his jaw twitching as hegritted his teeth. ‘Behave,’ he all but growled as he nipped at her neck.
‘I want you,’ Aya breathed, her other hand reaching for him, only for him to pin that one too. She gazed up at him, taking in the heat in his stare.
‘And you’ll have me,’ he promised, his fingers loosening against the wrist he’d just pinned. ‘But not here.’ She opened her mouth to object, but his hand slid down her arms, her sides, her legs … stopping only to gather the fabric of her dress. She arched as he pulled it off her.
He sat back, his eyes dragging slowly down her body. ‘So fucking beautiful,’ he rasped. Aya could feel her thighs press together, her body desperate for his touch. But Will merely leaned forward, pressing a kiss over the scar on her chest.
‘You’ll have me,’ he repeated, ‘but not like this.’ But he moved his mouth to her breast anyway. Aya groaned as he sucked on her, and waited until she was writhing beneath him before moving to the other. ‘Not when you seem so content to let tomorrow happen as it will,’ he murmured as he kissed his way up her neck. She made a noise of protest, and felt him grin against her as his hand slid down her side, her skin pebbling in its wake.
His fingers coasted across her thigh, tracing small circles on her skin.
‘But I’m not above giving you some motivation.’ He tugged on her lip with his teeth, and she arched into him again.
She thought she may have cursed at him. She wasn’t entirely sure, because all she could focus on was that damn hand as it skated across her thigh, closer to where she might have been begging him to touch her. Will chuckled again, and then his fingers were on her, and she was gasping, her breath stretching across her lungs as if she couldn’t get enough air.
‘Fight with me,’ he murmured against her lips as he lightly circled that small bundle of nerves, wringing a gasp from her. He slid a finger inside of her with a groan. ‘Fuck, Aya.’
She arched into his hand, her hips writhing as he curled that finger inside of her. ‘Fight with me,’ he murmured again, his gray eyes bright as he watched her squirm. He added another finger, and a moan escaped her.
Every thrust of his fingers was an echo of the word.
Fight.
She rocked into him, her hips echoing his movements. Will groaned, his mouth pressing to hers in another searing kiss.
Fight.
He held her there, right on that ledge, until her body was shaking, and his name was a desperate plea she breathed again and again.
Fight.
‘Say it,’ he ordered softly, his thumb flicking the bundle of nerves between her thighs.
She cried out as her body tensed, her muscles quivering. She was on the brink of coming apart entirely.
‘Will,’ she breathed. ‘Please.’
‘Say it,’ he growled.
Aya tilted her head back against the oncoming wave. ‘I’ll fight with you,’ she gasped.
Will let out a noise of approval, his thumb flicking her again as his teeth nipped that space on her collarbone. Aya shattered completely.
