When I'm fully seated, we both go still for a moment, breathing hard. The sensation is overwhelming, the fullness, the stretch, the way he fits inside me like I was made for this. Made for him.
"Good?" he asks, his voice tight with restraint.
I nod, experimenting with small movements, adjusting the angle until the first bolt of pure pleasure hits. "More than good."
I start to move slowly, carefully, learning the rhythm that works best for both of us. His hands guide me without demanding, helping me rise and fall at a pace that builds the tension gradually.
The room narrows to just this, the slide of skin against skin, the soft sounds of pleasure, the way the light catches on his body and turns his skin to burnished gold. Snow hushes against the windows, but inside there's only heat and breath and the growing desperation in both our movements.
I increase my pace, moving up and down in faster and faster motion until our flesh hits with a loud, snapping sound. My breasts bounce with the motion, swinging wildly as I chasethe pleasure like a starving woman. His eyes never leave mine, watching every expression that crosses my face like he's memorizing this moment.
"Rona," he murmurs, my name like a vow on his lips.
The sound of it, rough with pleasure and possession, sends me spiraling higher. I can feel my climax building, that familiar tension coiling tight in my belly, but this time it's different. Bigger. More intense than anything I've felt before.
When I shatter, it's with a breathless cry that seems to come from somewhere deep in my soul. The pleasure crashes over me in waves, and I'm dimly aware of Darhg following me over the edge, his control finally breaking. He’s no longer restrained now, fucking me with harsh, punishing thrusts as his hands hold my hips still. Finally, he throws his head back and a deep, powerful roar bounces off the cabin walls as he spills his pleasure inside me.
When his fingers relax, I fall back on top of him and he cradles me against his chest, both of us breathing hard. After a few minutes, Darhg moves us to the side and draws the blankets over us, but our bodies remain joined. His hand traces slow, soothing lines down my back as my breathing gradually steadies.
For the first time since this nightmare began, I feel safe. Cherished. Peaceful.
Real.
"I think I want to paint again," I whisper against his chest.
His arms tighten around me, and I can hear the smile in his voice when he answers. "I'll make sure you do. From now on, I’ll make sure you do whatever it is you want to do."
And I trust that he will.
Chapter Fourteen
Darhg
Iwaketotheheat of a warm mouth around my cock, and for a split second my sleep-fogged brain can't process what's happening. The sensation is so unexpected, so intensely pleasurable, that my entire body jolts awake like I've been struck by lightning. My breath punches out of me in a strangled gasp as every primitive ogre instinct in my body surges to life.
I look down to find Rona's pale-blue eyes gazing up at me from beneath thick lashes, her strawberry-blondhair tumbling around her shoulders as she takes me deeper into her mouth. The sight of her lips stretched around my cock, her cheeks hollowed as she works me with deliberate intent, sends a shock of pure lust straight through my system.
“Rona,” I croak, my voice husky and hollow.
She pulls back slowly, her tongue flicking against the sensitive tip before swirling around the head in a way that makes my vision blur at the edges. Then she takes me deeper again, her mouth hot and wet and perfect as she establishes a rhythm that has my heart hammering against my ribs.
“Fuck!” I curse, my entire body becoming taut and rigid.
The wet heat of her mouth sliding up and down my shaft creates sensations so intense I can barely think. She varies her pace, sometimes moving slowly and deliberately, other times faster, her tongue working magic along the underside of my cock. When she flicks her tongue against the tip again, teasing that most sensitive spot, electricity shoots up my spine.
I have to clamp down hard on my control, fighting every territorial instinct screaming at me to take charge. The urge to fist my hands in her silky hair and fuck her mouth is almost overwhelming. Instead, I plant my hands flat against the wooden headboard, gripping it so hard I hear the wood creak in protest, using every ounce of willpower I possess to let her maintain control.
Shit. I won’t hold long like this.
The winter-cool air hits my overheated chest, contrasting sharply with the wet heat of her mouth. The weight of the heavy quilt creates our own private world, intimate and hidden from the pale morning light filtering through frost-rimmed windows. My thundering heartbeat drowns out rational thought as she moves faster, her strawberry-blond hair tumbling over her shoulder like spun gold.
She lifts her head briefly, and I catch sight of that wicked smile that's been my undoing since the moment I met her. Her voice is low and certain when she says, "Relax, Darhg. I want to do this."
I rasp through gritted teeth, "Are you sure?" Though, every fiber of my being is screaming at me to let her continue.
She nods, that smile growing wider, more mischievous, and returns to her task with renewed purpose. The drag of her tongue along sensitive skin makes my hips lock, and I have to focus on the feel of the wooden headboard under my palms to keep from losing myself entirely.
When the pressure becomes too much, when I can feel myself teetering on the edge, I manage a hoarse warning. "Rona, I’m going to come."
