“Thank the blazes,” he said, every word a strangled stab, “that you jumped out in time. When I saw you heading for the trees, when I realized that I would not reach you in time…” He gritted his fangs together and pressed his forehead to mine. “You do not know what that moment did to me.”
“I’m alright,” I said again, softly. Tears pricked, heating my throat at his obvious distress. I’d never seen him so affected. Not knowing what else to do, I wrapped my arms around him. “Everything is OK.”
He let out a choking groan.
And I wasn’t sure how the next part happened. Who adjusted their position first, who tilted their head just so. I don’t think either of us meant to do it. As least, not consciously.
It happened anyway. Our lips touched. So tiny. A tremor of the flesh.
But it split me open like a bomb at the side of a dam. All the desire, all the feelings I’d repressed, came gushing out. I moaned, parting my lips immediately.
Warden Hallum went rigid, freezing up.
“Oh, no,” I said against his mouth. “Please don’t stop.”
If he stopped now…
I didn’t even know how I’d recover. I’d probably wish I’d hit the tree after all.
OK, maybe not. But it would have been terrible.
And I didn’t want terrible right now. I simply wanted him.
The only part of Warden Hallum that moved was his chest. It surged with his ragged breathing. His lips hovered over mine. I couldn’t tell now if they were still touching mine or not, and the not knowing made me feel like I’d go mad.
“Please.”
I tentatively touched my tongue to his lips.
I don’t know if it was the second “please” or the tongue that did it. But something shattered in him then. His frame shuddered violently with the force of it.
He crashed his mouth to mine.
In typical Warden Hallum fashion, he wasn’t timid or clumsy. Despite the fact that I knew he’d never kissed someone before, he took immediate control of the situation, every inch the commander. His mouth roved hungrily, demanding, his tongue swiping in response to my own.
I arched, whimpering into him.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been kissed like this.
In fact, I didn’t think I’d ever been kissed like this. Like this, beside wreckage that could have killed me, cold snow at my back, sun dipping low, and a man this fucking good holding me. I clawed at him, my gloved hands scrabbling desperately against his shoulders while I arched my back. My body was doing anything it could to get closer to him. This included me spreading my legs, wrapping my thighs around his hips.
He gave a harsh grunt of desire, his hips jerking involuntarily, and Ifeltit. Felt the throbbing hardness of him against my groin.
“Please!” I said again, writhing against him. Maybe it was wanton of me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t hold back. I wanted him so damn badly.
And he wanted me to. At least a little. At least a part of him.
“Here?” he asked, voice gravelled, grinding himself against my pussy.
“Yes! Oh,God!”
His powerful forearms bracketed my face, and his hands cupped the top of my head, smoothing strands of hair back from my forehead. His eyes were still bright white.
Maybe he saw me noticing, because he grimaced and shut them.
“Oh, no, don’t. Hallum, please look at me.”
It looked like he fought an internal battle then. A war with Zabrian duty and expectations and training on one side. And me on the other.
