She paused. The sincerity of his offer touched her in a way she couldn’t describe. Clearly, he didn’t want to let her go, either.
“I covered my tracks coming here. They won’t blame me,” Ena said. “And either way…I can’t do that,” she said quietly. “My place is with my Coven, with my sister.”
Ty shrugged, as if he’d expected this. “If you say so.”
He played it off, but she could tell this answer disappointed him. They stared at each other, the tension crackling between them. All that was left was to say goodbye. It was the reason Ena had come, and yet she couldn’t make her mouth form the words.
Ty moved to pick up the saddlebag at his feet, and then he took a few steps towards Ena, stopping when he was close enough to touch. Ena craned her neck to look up at him.
“I guess this is goodbye, then,” he said gently.
“I guess so,” she replied.
“Try not to pine for me for the next nine years, okay?” he said, that cocky smile reappearing on his face.
Ena scoffed, not breaking eye contact. The absolute nerve. “Oh please. You and I both know the second you get to safety, you’ll be thinking about me while you fuck your hand.”
The corner of Ty’s mouth lifted slightly as he took a step closer so their bodies were touching. “I won’t deny it.”
“Good,” Ena said, feeling slightly breathless now.
“Great,” he replied, squishing even closer into her.
“Bye, then.” Ena glanced down at his lips.
“Stop talking,” Ty said, and then his mouth was on hers.
Chapter Thirty
Hiskisswasrawand demanding, his tongue instantly parting her lips and driving into her mouth. His hand came to the back of her head, grabbing her hair and holding her in place. She kissed him back with the same ferocity, her arms looping around his neck and pulling him closer to her.
Ty nipped at her lips and sucked on her tongue, so frantic, as if he wanted to do everything all at once. Ena could barely keep up as he lowered his hands to her backside, squeezing it through her dress and lifting her up. She looped her legs around his waist, pulling at his hair and arching further into him. Her breasts pushed against his chest as she sucked on his lower lip, making him groan loudly.
She was dimly aware that he was supposed to be leaving, but fuck it all. If this was goodbye, if this was all they would ever have, then she wanted everything.
She grabbed at him like her life depended on it as he took two long strides to the side of the room, forcing her back against the door. Her hands came to his shirt, lifting it up so she could feelhis skin. She stroked her fingers down his chest, the sensation of hard muscles and soft hairs driving her absolutely wild.
Leaning her weight back against the door, she looked down and started to undo his pants. She could feel his cock already hard underneath, begging to be released. She couldn’t get his pants all the way down in this position, but she stroked him through the fabric, swirling her thumb around the tip that was exposed.
“Fucking Iblis, Ena,” Ty gasped. Then, still holding on to her rear, he walked them over to the small bed and threw her down on it.
As she stared up at him, he looked like some sort of dark, vengeful god. His shirt disheveled and his pants halfway undone, his hair unkempt from her hands working into it—she took it all in and relished the view, committing it to memory. He stared down at her with an intensity that made her heart skip.
“Get that dress off,” he commanded.
Ena did as he asked and undid the laces on her bodice. She quickly kicked off her boots and shimmied out of her dress and shift until she was kneeling naked on the bed before him.
His eyes roamed over her breasts, her stomach, and down between her legs. “I can’t tell you how often I regretted not getting you fully naked before me all those years ago. You are fucking stunning, Ena.”
If Ena wasn’t quite so mad with lust, she would have blushed, but as it were, she just shook her head and said, “No time for that,” as she reached for him and yanked his shirt over his head before she moved to pull his pants down too.
As he stepped out of them, his hands came up to cup her breasts. He groaned as he squeezed them gently, his thumbs stroking lightly over her nipples. He lowered to his knees before her so his head was at their level, and he took one nipple into hismouth, swirling his tongue over it before biting it gently between his teeth.
Ena instantly felt her core fill with wetness. Her clit began to ache, begging to be touched as he fondled her breasts more and more.
Her hands came to his shoulders, his neck, his hair, then lowered down his chest to stroke his cock. It was silky smooth and yet absolutely rock hard. She felt him shudder as she touched it, and she knew it felt as good for him as it did for her. She stroked him several times, up and down, pumping him with her hand as she kissed him. Imagining what it would feel like in her mouth, in her pussy. Then she couldn’t wait anymore.
“Ty, fuck. Please fuck me,” she begged, squeezing him tightly in her hand.
