“I’m right, aren’t I?” he said as she rose, her head barely coming up to his chest. “You haven’t touched anyone else.”
She took a step closer to him, his cock brushing up against her belly. “No one. I never wanted to. Now, I know why.”
His eyes flared, and this time, he dropped to his knees. She gasped softly as his hands slid up the curves of her thighs, making quick work of her pants. She stepped out of them, and before she could think or even take another breath, he parted her from her entrance to her clit with his tongue.
She cried out, bracing a hand on his broad shoulder for some semblance of stability as she lost all sense of the room around her. He curved a hand around her ass and squeezed as he circled her clit with his tongue, teasing her until she was panting and pleading.
He pulled away, a cold rush of air taking his place as he looked up at her, lips curved. “Do you want to come?”
She couldn’t think beyond the want. “Please,” she gasped.
“Good,” he said darkly. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear my darling wife scream my name so everyone in these tunnels knows just whose face she’s riding.”
“You—are….”
But she lost whatever she was going to say, along any hint of embarrassment or incredulity, as he slid his tongue inside her.
Her eyes rolled back and her legs shook with the effort to remain standing. He replaced his tongue with two broad fingers, sliding them in slowly and curling, tapping softly inside her. She was so close.
“Good,” he murmured. “You’re ready.”
She shattered. A million stars rained down, scattering across the cavern as shadows swept out from her in an impenetrable wave and Vane licked her until she had to push him away.
The torches relit, one by one, clearing the shadows. He pressed one last kiss to her throbbing center then held her gaze as he slid his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.
“I love that you made a mess all over our wedding band,” he murmured, still on his knees before her.
“Vane.” His name was half order, half plea. She was already throbbing and wanting again, her breasts heavy underneath the leather of her torn flight jacket. She tore it off and threw it to the ground.
He nodded once, rising up and easily pulling her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, and when he kissed her, she tasted herself on his lips.
When he laid her against one of the sleeping mats, his gaze sinking into hers, she whispered, “I take it back. Love isn’t the right word.”
He nodded, searching her gaze. “There isn’t one. Believe me, my darling, I’ve searched for over a hundred years to find one that encompasses what I feel for you.”
She pulled him closer, kissing him deeply. Control slid away, their mouths sliding in a clash of tangling tongues, heavy breath, and nipping bites. He only pulled away when he positioned himself at her entrance.
“This might hurt a bit,” he murmured. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will,” she promised, touching his face.
Gone was the game. All that remained now was him.
She gasped as he slid into her slick entrance. There was pressure, then a sharp bite of pain. He paused, his jaw tight.
“Soren?”
“I’m alright. Keep going,” she whispered. “Just don’t look away.”
He relaxed slightly. “Never.”
It took a moment for it to feel good again, and he took her through that part in slow, shallow strokes. But when her back arched and pleasure raced down her spine, he began to pump his hips faster, eyes never leaving hers. She slid her hands up his back, and he increased the pace.
When she began to whimper again, he slid a hand between them, working her swollen clit as he filled her again and again. The climax that hit her was so abrupt, she didn’t see it coming until her back was off the mat, her cry echoing around them.
When the violent waves of pleasure finally ebbed, he slowed the pace again, dipping his head to kiss her mouth and then her neck. She didn’t even realize she was crying until he licked at the tears running down her face.
“Let go,” she whispered, feeling the tense control he was holding as he moved inside her.
