Tristan caught her wrist again. "Not yet. I want to taste you first."
Her eyes widened but she nodded, letting him position himself between her legs. He kissed up her thigh, taking his time, feeling her tremble with aftershocks and renewed anticipation.
When his mouth found her center, she made a sound that went right to his cock. He explored her with tongue and lips, learning what she liked, what made her hands fist in his hair and her hips buck against his face.
He brought her to the edge again, then pushed her over with fingers and mouth working together. She shattered beautifully, her whole body tensing before releasing in waves he could feel and taste.
By the time he crawled back up her body, she was flushed and breathing hard and looking at him like he'd given her something precious.
"I need you inside me," she said. "Now."
Tristan kicked off his remaining clothes and settled between her thighs. His cock pressed against her entrance, slick and ready, and it took every ounce of control not to just thrust home.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I've never been more sure of anything."
He pushed slowly, feeling her stretch around him, accommodate him, take him in with heat that felt like coming home. Her legs clamped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and they both made sounds that were more animal than human.
"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned.
"Move," she demanded.
He did, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in. The rhythm built slow at first, then faster as need overtook caution. Her shadows completely engulfed them both, adding sensation everywhere they touched, creating pleasure that went beyond physical.
Maren met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back hard enough to leave marks. He didn't care. Wanted her marks on him, wanted evidence that this was real and not another fevered dream.
"Harder," she gasped.
He obeyed, driving into her with brutal force that made her cry out. The angle hit something that made her tighten around him, and he nearly lost control right there.
When she came this time, he felt the pulse and clench of her body, the way she grabbed him like she'd never let go. It pushed him over the edge.
He buried himself deep and let go, spilling inside her with a groan that echoed off the cabin walls. The orgasm went on and on, pulled from somewhere primal by her body and her shadows and the impossible rightness of being inside her.
After, he held her carefully, mindful of his weight. She kept her legs wrapped around him, keeping them joined, her breath evening out against his neck.
"Don't let go yet," she whispered.
"Wasn't planning to."
They lay like that until the fire burned low and his softening cock finally slipped free. Even then he didn't move far, just rolledto his side and pulled her against him, wrapping them both in blankets and shadows.
"Tristan?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. For saving my life."
She fell asleep in his arms, her breathing deep and even, her shadows keeping watch while she rested.
Tristan stared at the dying fire and tried to process what they'd just done. Tomorrow the Council would demand answers he didn't have.
But tonight she was warm and safe and his and tomorrow seemed so far away.
26
MAREN
