“I don’t want to talk about her. There’s other things I’d rather do before your husband notices that you’re missing.” There’s a playful glint in his eyes that makes my heart leap. It’s a rare moment of him letting down his guard.
I am not going to waste that.
Forty-Six
Sabina
I’m in such a hurry to get his tunic off that I tear the fabric. My eyes widen and I freeze, one hand on each side of the ruined garment. Brevan grins, then sets his hands over mine, then pulls. I bite down on my lower lip in anticipation, heat surging through me as we toss aside the destroyed shirt.
His hands are on my nightgown, but I have just enough sense to lift it over my head and toss it aside. I fumble with his trousers and he stands, tugging them off. They knock over the lamp when he throws them and the glass shatters with a crash, the flame winking out.
We’re plunged into darkness, but it’s as if all my other senses ignite. I can smell the woodsmoke in his hair, the musk on his skin. When his mouth finds mine, I taste wine and rosemary.
His hands explore my body, his palms and fingers rough and commanding. I lean into him, pressing my breasts against his chest and his cock is rock hard against my hip. I shift a bit to create some friction, then reach for him. My fingers close around his thickness before sliding up and down the shaft. He groansinto our kiss. My lips curve into a smile, pride makes my chest warm. I love the way he responds to my touch. It’s such a simple movement, but I feel like he’s lost in me, completely at my mercy.
I quicken my pace and increase the pressure. He breaks from our kiss, his head lowering until his cheek is against mine. Hot breath tickles my ear and neck. “Fuck, Taylan.”
I kiss his shoulder, then drag my tongue along his chest toward his nipples. I’m kissing and nipping and he’s hanging on to me by my hips, his body tense and his breathing growing more shallow.
Suddenly, he growls, then steps out of reach. For a single heartbeat, panic rises, but it’s quickly squashed when he captures me and scoops me up in his arms. I squeal and he presses his mouth to mine, silencing me with a hungry kiss. It’s a frantic, messy kiss of teeth and tongues and desperation.
He pulls away abruptly, then hisses as he stumbles on something. “Fuck. Stupid boots.” Something, presumably the boots, hit the side of the tent fabric. Then we’re moving again and his mouth is on my neck, sucking and nipping and kissing. I moan and heat rushes to my core.
He drops to his knees and I’m on his lap, his hard cock practically begging to be inside me as it presses against me. I slide my hands up his chest, marveling at the way the planes of muscle feel under my fingers. For a moment, I just touch him, running my hands over his shoulders, down his biceps…I brush my fingers over his stomach and around his hips. He shivers, then begins to pepper my shoulders with the most gentle kisses.
As I take my time exploring him, I lift and lower slightly so his cock is rubbing along the outside of my slit. I’m positively soaked and when I angle back just a bit, his length slides over my clit. I continue moving, both of us making breathy pleasurable sounds.
“Enough,” Brevan growls as he grips my hips. I roll forward, lifting slightly, then lower, slowly at first. He groans when he enters me, but when I slam down the rest of the way, letting him fill me completely, I moan and he curses.
His hands support my back as I ride him.
“Taylan,” he breathes.
“Shh,” I manage.
He kisses my chest, then turns his mouth to my nipples, licking and sucking and nipping at each one in turn. His hands caress and tighten on each breast and all the sensations are sending me into an absolute frenzy. I roll my hips and lift and lower, each movement has his cock hitting a slightly different place inside me. Tension grows low in my belly, winding tighter and tighter. I grip his shoulders for support, my fingernails biting into his skin.
“Gods, Tylan.” Brevan grabs my face, then pulls me toward him. His lips crash against mine. He slides his tongue in and I meet him stroke for stroke. His fingers tangle into my hair and his other hand is on my back, pulling me closer to him. I moan into his mouth, my breathing quickening as I move closer to my release.
He breaks the kiss but only pulls back enough to whisper, “tell me you’re mine, Taylan.”
I don’t hesitate. “I’m yours.”
When his lips press against mine, there’s something different about it. The pressure is intense, almost painful, but I push back, eager to meet his demand. It’s a kiss laced with promise, but it’s something dark and dangerous.
The shadows stir in my chest, expanding outward, desperate to escape. I don’t fight them as they escape me, swirling around us like an embrace. They slither over my skin, then caress me like a lover’s arms. I direct them to him, touching him in all the places my hands already explored.
Brevan groans, clearly enjoying the extra sensations. I smile into our kiss and I feel him return the gesture. This time, I’m the one who pulls away. “Tell me you’re mine.”
His thumb caresses my cheek. “I’m yours. Only yours. For as long as you’ll have me.”
“How about forever?” I ask.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” His tone is sad but before I can comment, he slams his lips against mine and everything empties from my mind.
His arms wrap around me, and he lifts me, then tosses me onto the pallet. I gasp when I hit the soft furs but mostly I’m annoyed by the sudden interruption in pleasure.
A hand glides up my side from my hip to my breast, then lingers there. His knee touches my thigh and pulls my legs apart before settling between my hips. I reach for him, grabbing his shoulders. “That was rude.”
