“That sound,” he groans as I whimper. “You make that sound again?—”
I do, louder this time, as he thrusts deeper, harder. The rhythm builds, friction turning into fire. Rain begins to hiss against the rocks again, the fire crackling nearby, but the world narrows until it’s just us.
He kisses every place I didn’t know needed it—my throat, my collarbone, the hollow between my ribs. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, hips moving in sync, chasing that edge.
“Maug,” I cry, the name tearing from my lips. “Don’t stop—please?—”
His control finally snaps.
He thrusts hard, deep, his cock dragging perfectly against that spot inside me that makes my vision white out. I come apart with a sob, my pussy clenching around him as pleasure crashes through me, sharp and overwhelming.
He follows moments later with a strangled groan pressed into my neck, his entire body trembling as he spills inside me, warmth flooding me as he collapses forward, shaking.
And then we’re still.
The only sounds are our breathing, the rain, the wind sighing across the rocks.
He rolls carefully onto his side, one massive arm dragging me against his chest like he can’t bear to let me go. I rest my head there, listening to the thunder of his heart slowly steadying.
His fingers curl into my hair.
He says nothing.
But he trembles.
Not from cold. Not from weakness.
From something deeper.
I lift my head, study his face. His eyes are closed, brows drawn tight, like he’s bracing for some inevitable crash.
“You okay?” I ask softly.
He doesn’t answer right away.
When he finally speaks, his voice is a whisper wrapped in gravel. “You didn’t run.”
I stroke his chest. “I wasn’t going to.”
“You should have.”
I lift myself onto my elbow and kiss the edge of his jaw. “I didn’t want to.”
He opens his eyes then, and I swear the world tilts. There’s fear there. Awe. Hunger. And something I’m afraid to name.
“I’m still scared,” he admits.
“Me too.”
“But I’m not letting you go.”
I smile. “Good.”
Because I’m not letting go either.
CHAPTER 24
MAUG
