He grinned. Slowly, he worked her out of her panties, pulling them off with a tug. Spreading her legs again, his mouth continued up her thigh. “Like this?”
Her body hummed in anticipation. “Yes,” she breathed softly.
Warm breath coasted over her center, and Vaasa’s chest rose and fell at a quicker pace. Desire coursed in her veins with every time he almost tasted her, his teeth dragging against her hip bone and down to her thigh again. She struggled against the blouse tying her wrists, the uselessness of that feat only making her excitement rise.
He peeked up through his lashes. “Remember what I said. Eyes on me.”
Vaasa nodded, panting now.
Reid pressed his tongue to her core, and Vaasa practically bucked; she was so sensitive now. He pressed an arm to her waist and held her locked against the couch as his warm tongue slid along her. Seeing him pleasure her was one of the most maddeningly sexy things she’d ever seen, and it became easy to comply with his wishes that she watch. Vaasa let out a desperate moan, arms straining at the confinement, her hands balling into fists as heat spread in her abdomen. He kept his ministrations, hastening the speed, flicking his tongue in an unrelenting rhythm. Using his body, he spread her legs wider until they were hooked over his shoulders. He groaned into her with hot breath. His tongue worked her, every muscle in her body ricocheting against the other. She moaned his name, and his free hand dug into her hip. She rose for him, climbed so high. It felt so good, so right, so—
Release shattered through her, and her body lurched forward, the arm of the couch creaking so much she thought she’d break it. But then she sank back into the cushions, and a vulnerably loud beg fell from her lips. “More, please, Reid, please—”
Before she could finish her sentence, he tugged down his breeches and spread her legs again. He entered her in one swift thrust, and she arched off the couch at the fullness. Reid met her gaze, and his eyes darkened. Lust drenched his face.
A dirty thrill went through her. She held tightly to the blouse around her wrists. She’d always heard he was ruthless, violent, a warrior. She hadn’t seen him reveal that part of himself fully. Maybe he thought that was what she needed. But it wasn’t; she needed the unrelenting one, the merciless one, the man who took what he wanted.
She held his gaze and said, “I want you to fuck me like you wanted to that night I put a knife to your throat. Punish me for having ever left your side.”
He loosed a low sound of approval and then pulled out of her. His hands grabbed ahold of her hips and spun her until her breasts pressed into the warm couch. He pulled her up to her knees, forcing her to arch her back, her hands still bound in front of her. One of his hands grabbed her ass while the other held tightly to her hip. He used his knee to spread her wider, and then he buried himself inside her in one stroke, his body slamming into her backside.
Vaasa moaned his name into the cushion and he thrust into her,hard. He did it again, and again, and again, and she went dizzy with pleasure as it built in her core. He leaned over her, his chest pressed to her back, his breath warm against her ear as he worked in and out of her. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to have you like this? To fuck you from behind?” His fingers dug into her waist, gripping her to the point of pleasurable pain. “Even when I wasn’t supposed to. It took every ounce of my self-control not to bend you over that couch you insisted sleeping upon.”
Thrill flooded her veins, the thought of him doing just that a once unspeakable fantasy.
“But I am so tired of being patient, Wild One,” he growled. “You aremine.”
Vaasa cried into the couch, pleasure barreling down her spine. “Reid, Reid—”
A throaty moan broke through his lips as he thrust into her again, and it summoned an inextinguishable excitement. Especially when one of his hands gripped the knots that kept her arms secured. He slid the knot off the arm of the couch, releasing her, and forced her to lift until his chest pressed to her back. He was so deep inside her she thought she’d orgasm for him right there, but then one hand snaked up to her throat and wrapped around it tightly.
“Is this what you need?” he asked. “To know I’m losing myself inside of you?”
Vaasa whimpered, the sound of his voice doing unfathomable things to her.This.This was what she wanted. Needed. There was so much pent up inside her—he was a safe place to let herself loose. “Touch me,” she commanded.
He nipped her ear. His free hand slipped between her legs, and he played with her, thumb circling her core over and over as he thrust in and out, his other hand remaining possessively on her throat. He hit that spot inside her again andagain. The feel of him sent lightning up her body, and she squeezed around the length of him.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?” Reid asked.
“Yes,” Vaasa moaned. “Yes.”
“Then do it,” he commanded. “I want to feel you nice and tight.”
Heat spread from her abdomen out, her entire body going taut as she found that release he demanded of her. A second orgasm washed over her, and this time she didn’t muffle her desperate cries of satisfaction that melded into his name. He rode her through it, wringing every ounce of pleasure he could from her body. He held her pinned against him, and he thrust harder, his body racking with his own release. His hand dropped from her throat, and for a moment he just held her, the two of them breathing deeply.
He pulled out of her, and they cleaned themselves up, escaping to the nearest bathing chamber.
“Just another hour of sleep,” she whispered, curling up on the couch again with Reid.
He pulled her back against his chest, resting her in the crook of his body, and ran his fingers through her hair. “It’s all right. No one can find us here.”
Without another word, sleep took Vaasa under.
CHAPTER
30
Exhaustion beat through Reid in a way it hadn’t since he was young and traveling with his father through eastern Icruria. During his conscripted time in the Icrurian Central Forces, he had charted hundreds of waterways at his father’s side. Sometimes, the work required sleepless nights in the tumultuous, undiscovered branches of the river. Even then, in the darkness, he’d had a beacon that made the impossible seem possible: his father. Here in Mekës, another uncharted terrain with far more twists and turns than the rivers Reid had conquered, he was without that beacon. He had been for years now. Timeless years, changeless years, ambitiously empty years.In the past few months, that light had become the woman he sent back down a shadowy corridor.
