True to his word, Roark crashed his mouth back to mine, rough, needy, desperate. The Sentry was intent to worship my mouth, his hands laid claim to my body, and the hard length of his cock rubbed against my slit.
Gods, I wanted him to devour me.
I slid my hand down his stomach and wrapped my palm around his length, hard and warm.
My thumb ran along the pulsing vein on the underside.Roark’s brow furrowed with pleasure. He dropped his head to my shoulder, kissing the curve of my neck as I touched him. Free of the title of Sentry, of rescued Draven, of Death Bringer. In this moment, he could be worshiped as a man, as a lover.
His hands trembled when he took hold of my wrist with one and spoke with the other.I will come in your hand.
“Then let go, Roark,” I said in a breath.
He shook his head and pulled my hand away, a new beautifully dark grin on his lips.Inside you.
Gods. I did not hear his voice, but he still managed to speak the most sensual, commanding words I had ever known. He gave me no time to prepare before the tip of his cock eased into my core.
He held me close through the snap of pain, one palm curling around my head when I arched up. My fingers dug into his skin, deep enough they’d leave marks. Roark didn’t move for a breath, then gently eased my knees farther open, until he was inside me from tip to hilt.
We moaned in unison, both in pleasure and with a sting of pain. For a long pause we stayed there, filling each other to the brink, then slowly he rocked his hips. The more he moved, the more the sting shifted to something else.
My body responded and matched his pace. He deepened his movements, rendering me breathless. Roark’s mouth went to my throat. He laced one hand with mine, the other slid between us, finding that pulsing spot between my thighs with his thumb.
I moaned his name, unable to form a coherent thought.
My body tightened. A roll of blood and heat began in my toes and flowed upward until it filled my head with a delicious fog. I cried out as my release flooded my veins. It didn’t stop.
“Roark…” All I could do was dig at his back, try to find purchase as my body burned for more of him.
He rolled his hips and hooked one of my legs around his waist, deepening his angle. In another breath, Roark stilled over me. His breaths were rapid and warm against my neck. His cock twitched and the heat of his release spilled into me, pulse after pulse.
When it ended, Roark pressed slow kisses down my throat. Sweat dampened his forehead. He lifted his hand, but didn’t speak, tracing the lines of my nose, my lips. Each touch he followed with tender kisses.
After a moment, he stepped into the washroom, returning with a clean linen. Roark cared for me, sweetly kissing me while he washed and soothed between my legs.
When he finished, Roark rolled onto his back and pulled me close.
I draped a leg over his waist. Roark held my head to his chest, his slow fingertips drawing circles over my shoulders and back until my eyes grew heavy.
For the first time since arriving at Stonegate, I breathed in pure, unadulterated contentment. I let my lashes flutter closed. Roark pressed a kiss to my brow, and mouthed words I didn’t catch before I fell into the peace of sleep.
43
Roark
I caught Lyra riffling through thepile of our discarded clothes before the sun rose. Mists of gray morning cast her bare skin in soft light. She was stunning and I could not look away. I knocked my knuckles against the post of my bed, halting her movements.
Hair draped wild over her brow, shielding the pretty flush to her cheeks.
What are you doing?
Lyra hugged her discarded dress to her breasts and tucked a lock of her hair behind one ear. “Protecting your upstanding reputation.”
I snorted.Let talk spread if it brings you back to my bed.
Lyra let her dress fall back to the floor. She crept over the furs and quilts, leveraging her naked thighs in a straddle over my hips. On instinct, my palms went to her waist, as though not touching her would bring physical pain.
Do you hurt at all?
She grinned. “A little. Very worth it, though.”
