The feel of his rain-soaked thumbs only turns me on more instead of steadying me.
My pulse flutters wildly. My pussy is hot and needy.
I can’t stop staring at the veins that pulse on Duncan’s hands. Can’t forget how murderous he looked as he emptied round after round on my captors.
I don’t just love him anymore, though. I want to be claimed by him.
I crave it. Hungrily. Devastatingly.
A tremor skitters over my skin. My thighs try to press together even though the chair forces them apart.
“Jesus Christ.” He’s still on his knees, working on untying the rope around my waist. “I can’t believe I wasn’t there.Fuck. Never again, do you hear me? Never. Again.”
“Thank you,” I breathe out as soon as the rope’s hold on me loosens. “And I believe you.”
The rest of what I have to say, this maybe-baby hunch that won’t let go, we’ll talk about it later.
After he takes me like the conqueror he is.
“A cut, a wound. Even the wrong fucking word.” As smooth as a predator, he rises to his feet and appears between my thighs. I gasp at the harsh clasp of his fingers on my chin. “I won’t tolerate any of that shit. I’ll kill anyone who comes close. I’ll destroy them, Elowyn.”
Daring me to challenge him, his eyes flare.
Why would I ever do that?
“I believe you,” I repeat, my breasts swelling as he drags a thumb over my bottom lip. “I want you.”
“You already have me.” One growl, and he’s kneeling.
Deft fingers undo the binds around my ankles, and then…I’m free. Actually free.
Except I don’t care about my freedom anymore.
Him. I only care about him.
This larger-than-life, broad-shouldered man who kneels at my feet, running his hands up my thighs.
My nipples pull into tight peaks, my pulse racing. I can’t help reaching forward and stroking his hair. The damp, smooth strands between my fingers remind me of every time Duncan ate me out until I came all over his face.
My pussy clenches,aches.
“You have me too.” Shamelessly, I scoot closer to him.
Duncan lets out a low, sinful, “Fuck.”
His hands find my jeans button. The zipper is down next, almost torn off by how fast Duncan forces it to yield.
At the same time, I whip my sweater off. The need to be claimed is so loud now that I forget where we are.
The dead bodies surrounding us. My brother’s brain splattered on the floor. The cold.
Nothing bothers me.
“Come here, Elowyn.”
The request isn’t really a request. It’s a warning before Duncan manhandles me, yanking me to him.
“Your jeans are in the way,” he huffs, closing my legs shut.
