I quickly nodded and squeaked in surprise when he lifted me out of the water. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the cavern. He placed me in front of one of the bedrolls. Feeling the press of his hard length against my stomach made my breath hitch when my feet met the rock ground.
Placing a hand on his chest, I pushed him back toward the rolled cushion. Lowering himself, he brushed his thumb along his bottom lip as he looked up at me gluttonously.
My inner thighs were already slick with need, and his unfiltered hunger as his stare dragged down me undid me further. My core clenched when he leaned back on his elbows, waiting for me. I straddled his hips and lowered myself onto my knees. Just one thrust up and he could fill me.
With merciless slowness, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him, stretching me. I nearly broke then—my mouth hung open as a guttural sound left it.
“Do you even understand how beautiful you are when you’re too full of me to speak?”
He lay back, and his hands roamed from my hips up to my breasts. He took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
I strung curses together beneath my breath, which ended up sounding more like nonsense than language, further proving hispoint. I had no more words. Only sensations that overwhelmed my senses as he drove up into me.
My hips rolled against him, seeking more.
“Use those filthy words now, Sybilla. Tell me how this feels.”
“Fucking incredible,” I gasped out. “You are incredible.”
He reached up and hooked one finger into my mouth to pull me by my lower lip to his. When he kissed me, it was a brand that would never leave me—a day without him in it wouldn’t go by without me noticing his absence.
“More,” I demanded between kisses. I tried to rock against him faster—hurried and reckless.
The moment had required no planning yet was heavy with so many commitments to each other. The only future I cared about was one where we tried to make it out of this mess alive so we could have more moments like this one, again and again.
“Slow down,” he said and grabbed my hips to hold me still as he thrust into me with labored breath. “I don’t want this to end so soon.”
Those words tore at a part of me that I’d long guarded. He loosened his grip, and we continued with a slowness that was more tender than hurried, more…justmore.
“This is never going to end. You told me that before.” I leaned down and kissed him.
The faint groan he let out into my mouth was indulgent to all my senses. The stubble that rubbed my chin, his sounds, the smell of spice and smoke—it all enveloped me, and I couldn’t get enough. He thrust up, and I had to grip his hair to hold off my release.
“No, it isn’t,” he answered. Another thrust. Another groan.
His mind’s wards dropped. I felt every sensation he did, and he felt all of mine, too. Humming with each other’s pleasure, we toed the edge of release.
“We can’t keep fighting it,” I said. He answered by flipping me with one arm onto my back and driving into me deeper.
I gasped out, “Fuck…”
“We can’t,” he agreed and sucked in my lower lip, swallowing my string of curse words. He had no complaints about my vulgar language now.
My legs circled his waist, and there was nothing more I could say as he pushed into me once more and my walls around him clenched. Crying out, my resolve to hold out cracking, I tumbled over into a wave of pleasure. He buried his head between my neck and shoulder, riding out the end of my release.
He lifted to look me in the eyes as a satiated groan escaped his lips and he spilled into me. He wasn’t a man of many words, but as he pulsed inside me and his eyes searched mine, all his unspoken sentiments dawned upon me.
He’d never wanted to filet me.
He did not hate me.
He feared losing me.
He might even love me.
Krait used his Shadows to uncork the wine, and I unwrapped the cheeses with ravenous enthusiasm. He handed me a small vial of yellow-colored liquid that tasted awful but gave me the peace of mind that our romp wouldn’t have the consequence of a child. Not yet.
It would be on my terms.
