My chest heaved with the overwhelming sensations as his hands moved lower, branding every inch of my body with his touch. Torin reached the apex of my thighs, fingers skimming my bare outer lips before moving back up much quicker than before.
I followed his path with my eyes until his face was even with mine once more. Noses brushing, we breathed each other’s air as he lowered his mouth enough to press his lips lightly to mine. A ghost of a kiss that had me wanting more, reaching for him. Needing him.
“Torin,” I pleaded again, not entirely sure what I was begging for now—his touch or his words.
He rewarded me with both.
Lips still brushing mine, he parted my folds with one finger, instantly finding me wet and ready.
“I love you, Ellowyn. All parts of you,” he whispered against my mouth, finger exploring the outside of my most intimate parts.
I whimpered as he rubbed against each of my openings, teasing each with the tip of his finger before withdrawing again. The heel of his palm found my clit and circled gently as he continued to mercilessly tease me.
“I know you said you need time.” His words were pained and taut, as if he expected rebuke. “But?—”
“The world is uncertain,” I finished for him, fingers finding theback of his head and winding through his hair. “Better to have time to grow together than not have the time at all.”
Torin whimpered. “I cannot stand the thought of losing you,” he whispered. I gasped as his finger breached my entrance, the circling of his palm causing sweat to bead across my skin as I quickly climbed to the peak of my desire. Heat spread through my limbs and boiled in my low belly, threatening to release.
“Nor I, you,” I admitted breathlessly, releasing a cry of pleasure as I crested that peak.
Torin removed his hand immediately and I gasped at the loss of him—the loss of connection—before I felt him grappling with his pants. His cock sprang free and he notched himself at my entrance, thrusting inside as if he couldn’t stand another second apart.
We groaned in unison as Torin rested there, seated fully to the hilt. The laces on his pants brushed my clit, sending shockwaves of unexpected pleasure from the roughness.
My heart skipped and want cramped my lower belly again as I thought of how much he desired me; that he was so eager to unite our bodies in pleasure that he couldn’t be bothered to remove his pants completely.
Gods, I love this man.
“Move, Torin,” I whispered, scraping his scalp with my nails. “Please, move.”
Torin lifted his head from the crook of my neck, eyes blazing with lust and mouth set in a firm line. Wonder lined his expression as he withdrew and thrust again, watching every one of my expressions.
His cock dragged against my inner walls, so slow I could feel every inch of him as he pulled out and pushed back in. It was a heady thing, one that scrambled any thoughts other than of him, of the feeling of him, of the connection with him.
Torin never increased the pace, his thrusts deliciously slow but hard as he carried us to dual peaks. Never once did he pull his gaze from mine, never once did he break our connection. I watched in rapt fascination as his face tensed, teeth darting out to capture his bottom lip.
He was fighting his orgasm, wanting to delay the moment as long as possible, and that fact alone had my second release building quickly. I concentrated on the small noises of pleasure that spilled from his full lips, the way the laces scraped against my clit, the feeling of his cock as it pushed deep inside to that pleasure point only he could find.
My nipples pebbled and skin erupted in goosebumps as the telltale signs of my orgasm intensified.
“Torin,” I pleaded, hands scrambling against his back for purchase. “Torin, I’m—I’m,” I panted. He bit hard on his bottom lip, red coating the whites of his teeth, as he fought his own pleasure.
With a cry, I came undone, my eyes shuttering closed as waves rushed over me.
Torin’s groans mixed with my whimpers as our souls broke as one, pieces flying apart to be knitted back together. Only this time, some of mine belonged to him, and some of him was woven in the fabric of me.
Just as it always was supposed to be.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Solace
Parchment rustled and cracked as I thumbed through an endless stack of maps detailing Samyr and Lishahl. The latter was stolen by Razia; a gift to aid me in my conquest and tide me over until he could deliver therealpresent.
A present that was seemingly farther from reach with each passing day stuck in this godsforsaken city.
It was late; the time of night where the sky is blackest, nearly expunging even the brightest star from the sky. My brother may have resembled the obsidian darkness, but I always felt more comfortable under cover of night.
