Closing my eyes, I drove my finger inside her, careful of that natural obstruction while sucking on her clit. She quaked as I worked my finger in and out, licking her, nipping her, letting animalistic instincts guide me.
The longer I licked her, the more she soothed my fire.
Every ripple and clench of her body brought my inner-thermometer closer to freezing instead of dangerously overheating.
And when she finally combusted around my finger and came all over my tongue, I didn’t stand a chance.
I followed her.
My hips drove into the bed as my release carved through me with fire and gasoline, making my heart stop for one blissful second. My body shattered with waves of cold and heat, fire and frost. I almost lost consciousness before the pleasure ebbed and I cursed myself.
Three fucking times.
Three times she’d driven me wild and made me come in my trousers.
Rook continued to twitch around my finger, her knees shaking on either side of my shoulders. I looked up the length of her, stunned silent that I’d lost control. That I’d gone down on her while we were twenty thousand feet in the sky.
Our eyes met and for one fractured second, the burn inside me stopped torturing me. It completely snuffed out as I swore frost glittered on her eyelashes but then...
PAIN.
Her pain.
It hit me like a sledgehammer, stealing my breath and making me hiss. Rook cried out beneath me, trying to curl up and bury her head in her arms.
A blinding spike behind my eyes—
How?
Howwas I feeling her?
And how did she survive this level of torture?
Crawling out from the cradle of her thighs, I didn’t know what to do as she bundled into a ball and hugged herself. A trick of the light made me believe snowflakes twinkled in her black hair before melting like lacy filigree.
She moaned and another punch of misery hit me that wasn’t mine.
Moving up the bed, I leaned against the wall and gathered her close. “I’ve got you.” Wrapping my arm tight around her, I swiped away the hair that’d stuck to her brow. Her breathing was shallow and uneven—hurting so damn much.
Glancing around the room, I searched for something that could cut me—to give her the only thing I could. But the space was full of polished luxury with no sharp edges. Cream leather panels, softly curved walls, hidden compartments flush with the surfaces. Even the narrow side table didn’t hold anything that could make me bleed.
Whisper banged against the door again and I wished I hadn’t locked it. I could’ve made use of his fangs, but I couldn’t get up with Rook almost unconscious in my arms, so I did the only thing I could.
Bringing my finger to my mouth, I bit myself hard enough to break the skin.
Pushing the welling blood into her mouth, I commanded, “Swallow.”
She winced and mumbled something incomprehensible, trying to push me away.
I just held her tighter. “Swallow and you’ll feel better.”
I squeezed my finger, feeding more blood onto her tongue. Her throat worked. Removing my finger, I held her through the last of her shivers. Slowly, the pressure in my skull eased as her pain loosened its grip on both of us.
She murmured something I couldn’t catch.
Her glassy eyes met mine from where she lay on my chest and a wrenching tore through me. A violent yank on my heart as if an invisible thread shot from me to her—weaving around our bones and breath, binding us together—
She shuddered as if the force of whatever webbed between us was too strong, too much.
