Bren cried out and arched, changing the angle on the next thrust so that I shuddered as I reached the limits within her and almost came.
We rocked together, faster and she began to pulse with each thrust.
Needing to see her again, I lifted my head, but slid the hand from her hip down, hooking it under her knee and lifting it, bending her leg, raising it to her chest, which changed our angle again. Her breath caught at the peak of each thrust, but rushed out again when I withdrew.
Clamping my free hand over the back edge of the table, I pinned her with my hips until she had no room, and picked up the pace.
The table, solid oak and heavy as rock, bumped and thudded. Bren writhed under me, her knee hooked over my elbow, her body stretched. She let go of the table and grabbed for my shoulder, her nails clawing into my back as I pressed her closer to that peak again, and again.
The pressure at the base of my spine grew with every joining, and my body threatened to betray me. But I pressed on.
Again.
The wave inside me gathered, curling but still building strength. I shuddered and curled my toes into the floor, praying for restraint, but drinking in the sight of her sprawled and shaking, her eyelids fluttering and—
“Donavyn…Donavyn—”
I felt her orgasm hit as she gripped me like a fist and though I tried to milk it, thrusting into that sweet squeeze sent me over the edge.
The wave of my pleasure crested. The sound of her cries as she sang my name tumbled me over its peak.
I crashed on the shore of her, moaning her name, the table legs thumping on the floor as we bucked and twitched together, bodies slick with sweat, clinging to each other until the wave washed out and we were left, spent and panting, in the warm sand of bliss.
I collapsed over her, bracing elbows in an attempt not to crush her. But she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down harder until I finally relaxed, my nose buried in her hair, her body pinned under my weight.
“There’s no better feeling than being inside you,” I rasped.
“I waited for you all day,” she whispered, combing fingers through my hair and kissing my temple.
I lifted my head enough to meet her eyes, and stroked her hair back from her face just to see the flush in her cheeks and the bright pinpoints of light in her eyes.
I was rocked then, by the staggering truth of how precious she was to me, marveling at how we’d come from those first, frantic joinings, when she’d been so afraid, tothis.
The bond sang in my chest, that cord golden and warm like the lantern light. And I could feel her—open and warm, aching for me as deeply as I ached for her.
And then my mind conjured the danger she was in.
The dragons. The fighting. The mission. The threat of war…
There wasn’t a moment in her day that didn’t threaten her. Threatenus.
All those fears, and the furious wrath that drove me to close hands on that fuckingRuin,crashed back in, trying to steal my heart from this precious moment with her, trying to pull me back into that rage and fear.
‘Kgosi?’I reached for my dragon in desperation, clinging to Bren, pulling her up and into my chest as I stood without leaving her body, to carry her to the couch where we could curl up together.
‘The only path through fear is to face what frightens you, Donavyn.’
‘But… losing her…’
‘Either the Creator will protect you both, or He will not. But He chooses your days, your steps. Your choice is to walk hand in hand with Him, or to fight His power. You will not win,’my dragon intoned.
As I sat us down and curled her into my chest, she nestled her face under my jaw, and her arms around my neck, clinging as tightly as I did. Did she fear as well? Or was it merely the lovemaking that opened her heart?
‘I have no desire to go to war with God,’I growled to Kgosi.‘I want to know how you stand it.’
‘Stand what?’
‘Stand knowing that the shape and substance of your heart walks alone in this dark world and could be taken from you at any moment.’
