I stroke her arms and her lower back, a smile on my lips. “Had enough?”
“No,” she growls, leveraging herself back up again, only for a sigh to leave her lips. “Yes.”
She sinks down onto me, fitting her head to the crook of my neck, her breasts pressed to my chest, her body somehow still joined to mine.
I’m certain I’m the one who is bound.
Within seconds, her breathing is calmer. Heavier.
“Bathing room,” I whisper to her.
Her eyes are half-closed, her response a mumble. “Stay here.”
“Pee first. Then sleep.”
“Hmm-kay.” She pushes herself upright, our bodies separating before she angles toward the side of the bed.
I immediately rise, scoop her into my arms, and carry her through the adjoining room and to the toilet room.
When she finishes, I scoop her back up again and carry her to bed, laying her down on the soft pillows and pulling a blanket over her.
I’m not sure when the Lethian armor separated completely from her, but it whispers softly on the other side of the bed. At some point, it has formed a spiral turning around a central space. Every time Thyra orgasmed, the spiral would tighten.
I can’t help side-eyeing it.
But the sighs radiating from the silver threads are softly content and I resolve to leave it be.
I wait another few minutes, sitting by the side of the bed, quietly stroking Thyra’s back in slow swirls while her breathing deepens.
When I’m sure she’s asleep, I head into the bathing room and close the door.
Taking deep breaths, I stand naked near the bath.
There’s no easy way to do this.
I tell myself to fucking get on with it.
Gritting my teeth, I drag up the melody that will release my control.
The quiet song rolls off my tongue, releasing a torrent of unquenched need.
I groan as sensation rages through my body and my ears buzz so badly, my blood could be rivers rushing through my veins, trying to drown me.
My cock is unbearably hard, but it’s my heart that hurts the most.
My fucking frozen heart.
With every hollow that Thyra filled, I must have scraped out a new emptiness.
I need her. I want her.
But I can’t love her. That is an unchangeable fact.
I killed the man who loved her. I took that from her.
And now I’m left holding my fucking cock in my hand and with no way to ease the hurt that really matters.
“Stellen?”
