Rey pushed onto his feet, his large body covering hers as he leaned over her. “You’re exquisite,” he said, pressing his lips to hers. “Those sounds you make…I want to hear them every night, Silla.”
Her hand trailed across his chest, resting over his hammering heart. Their eyes met and held. Then her expression shifted to mischief.
Silla’s mindwas dazed and tangled; her heart too big for her chest. Rey’s ministrations had left her weak, and as she slid off the table, her knees buckled beneath her. But his hand was there to steady her, helping her stumble to the bed. As they reached it, Silla twisted them so Rey landed on his back.
“Silla…” His eyes were glazed with desire, and she wanted—no,needed—to see him completely undone.
“I want to make you feel good.” Her eyes met his as she climbed onto the bed, settling on his thighs. Slowly, her hand delved under his breeches, pulling him out. “I want to taste you as well.”
The gold flecks in his eyes brightened, as though a fire raged behind the brown.Rey trembled with restraint, closing his eyes as she stroked him. “Silla,” he rasped, his hand finding her jaw. “You needn’t?—”
“I need,” was all she could say, fingers finding the bead of liquid at the tip and swirling it.
“Fuck,” cursed Rey, bucking into her hold.
“Language, Reynir,” teased Silla, a thrill running through her. He’d driven her to madness, and now he’d pay penance. Dipping her head, she took him into her mouth, twirling her tongue. He groaned, throwing an elbow over his face.
“Now,” said Silla, drawing back. “Let’s see if we can learn a few things about you.” She licked her way up the length of him, studying his every reaction. Bythe time she’d drawn him back into her mouth, Silla was pleased to see a sheen of sweat across his brow.
“How does it feel, Reynir?” she asked. “Being teased?”
Rey just grunted, his gaze growing hard. Her hands slid back up his hips and settled on his stomach, where they moved in soft circles. But where Rey was the model of control, Silla had always been unapologetically eager, and this game was beginning to torment her. Unable to sustain this ruse any longer, she held his gaze as she drew him into her mouth, taking him as deep as she could.
“Fuck,” muttered Rey, squeezing his eyes shut. His pulse pounded furiously, chest heaving, and a small smile curved her lips.
“I’ve been imagining you like this,” she admitted, giving him a teasing lick. “Axe Eyes, at my mercy.” She took him deep once more, adding a hand to work in tandem.
She pulled off him, smiling at his groan. “What do you like, Rey? Show me.”
His eyes met hers. “Don’t be gentle,” he rasped.
A strangled sound came from her. She tried to gather herself, but she felt dizzy, disconnected from her body. Instead, she pulled him back into her mouth, meeting the thrust of his hips. She’d done this before, but had never felt so lost, so utterly aroused at another person’s pleasure.
Each groan she drew from him made her own desire spiral only higher. Each involuntary buck of his hips made her wild with need. He cursed roughly, his hands resting on her hair, yet never pushing down. They cradled her, stroked her scalp, let her know just how much she pleased him.
“Close,” muttered Rey.
She drew him deeper, growing heady with the sensation of driving him wild. Rey’s hips shot up in short, involuntary thrusts, guttural sounds coming from the back of his throat. And as she swallowed, Silla watched him. Gone were the masks; the tough, sharp man she knew well. Here was Rey, undone. Dismantled. At his very purest self.
He lay on his back, panting. And as she settled into the crook of his arm, Silla once again placed her palm on his chest, his heart striking with rapid beats against his chest.Him,her own heart beat in reply.Him. Him. Him.
“Gods, woman,” Rey heaved. He rolled onto his side, resting his head on his bent arm.
He was sated and soft and impossibly warm, and as she stared at him, Silla couldn’t help but smile. “I told you I’d take care of you.”
Rey’s lips curved into a smile, that dimple creasing his cheek. He shook his head, watching her.
“I’m glad your galdur is back.”
He drew a deep breath. Let it flow out. “As am I.” His gaze locked onto hers. “I’m sorry,” he said.
She blinked.
“I will work on letting you in. On not being stubborn as a mule.”
“And I,” said Silla, “will try not to let fear rule me.” She rolled onto her back, gathering her bravery. “I thought I was past it. Pasthim. I did not feel for him what I—”feel for you, she could not add. “But he hurt me all the same. And I cannot let that man take any more from me.”
“I won’t give you reason to doubt me.” Rey leaned over her, covering her lips with his.
