She relaxed under his weight, running a light hand across her décolleté, where Trei and Valenden’s rings hung on the gold chain around her neck—Rangar’s engagement ring now permanently graced her finger.
“And I’ve never been ravished in one,” she said.
He settled his mouth over hers, pushing his lips against hers in a soft stroke. Her body hummed with a wave of desire. She squirmed beneath him as her skin grew hot, and he responded by deepening the kiss.
She ran her hands up to his shirt collar, fumbling with the buttons. She’d gotten one taste of coupling with him in the secret passages, and she hadn’t been able to think of much else since then but having him inside her again.
He chuckled as he pulled back, sitting up to tug his shirt over his head. “You’re eager.”
She painted her fingers across his chest’s hexmark scars, wanting to trace every one of them. She anchored her hands on his hips, grinding her own upward.
“Is it so wrong I want you to take me on clean sheets for once?”
He reached for his belt with shadowed lust in his eyes. “You didn’t like it when I kissed you senselessly on the forest floor? In the barn? In the dungeon?”
She tugged at his pants, anxious for him to shed his clothing. “Oh, I liked those, too. I’d like you to take me anywhere, Rangar Barendur.”
He kicked off his pants, and then they were both fumbling with her buttons and laces, ready to feel one another’s touch on bare skin. He shoved her clothes onto the floor, then dragged her down over the sheets to meet his hips.
She sucked in a breath. The space between her legs throbbed.
He leaned over her, supporting his weight with one arm while he ran his other hand down her soft inner thigh.
“You have no idea how many nights I dreamed of this.” His voice was a growl. “Of you, naked and willing beneath me. Looking up at me with that same look you have now.”
She bit her lip again. “And now you have me.”
He fell on her with a moan, thrusting inside her wet heat. His eyes sank closed as his breath came ragged. He pulled out only to push into her even deeper.
Bryn’s hands twisted in the sheets as her head fell back. Coupling with Rangar was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Both their scars were bared to each other. Their hexmarks. Their souls on full display, meeting in this feverish union.
He took her mouth in a heated kiss as his thrusts found a rhythm. Her hands cupped the swollen muscles of his shoulders, holding on as he rode her. His teeth nipped at her jaw. She clutched her fingers around his back, dragging her fingernails down his skin.
Rangar instinctively grabbed at her hips as his control was lost, pushing her harder into the mattress as his muscles shuddered.
A moan slipped out of Bryn’s throat. Her fingernails carved deeper lines into his back. She was on the edge of losing control as well.
“I want to come inside you,” Rangar breathed in her ear.
She knew the risks of such behavior. She could end up with his child in her, but his ring was already on her finger. They’d soon be married. The possibility of him impregnating her was hardly as scandalous as it once might have been.
“Do it.”
He closed his eyes, fingers gripping her hips harder—
The door swung open.
Valenden stood there, the momentary shock on his face quickly giving way to a devilish smirk. “By the gods, Rangar, lock the door next time.”
Rangar’s muscles went rigid as he tossed his brother a scowl. “Get out, Val!”
Valenden had the grace to turn his head away, but he didn’t leave. “I’m afraid it’s urgent. You’re needed immediately at the Little Table in the council chambers. Both of you.”
Bryn was still breathless as she pulled the sheet up over them. Valenden might have little civility, but he wouldn’t insist on interrupting them at such a delicate moment if it wasn’t truly as important as he claimed.
Rangar looked down at her with a jaw hard with regret. “I’m going to throttle him. Can I throttle him?”
“You can’t throttle your brother,” she pointed out.
