Page 117 of Black Sea

So, I pulled his hair, just as he liked to do with mine, and panting in his mouth, I ordered, “More.”

The smile he gave me was brighter than the moon.

He kissed me as if he were offering his soul, holding me close as he leaned back against the pillows. My hair closed around us like a tent, plunging us into a semi-darkness that made Amlach growl with pleasure on my lips.

And when I began to trace a trail with my lips, tongue, and teeth on his chest and around his nipples, the sounds he made turned me on so much that the wet noise my vagina made every time he pushed himself forcefully inside me grew increasingly louder.

His thrusts became so firm and swift that I muffled my moans against his chest as I instinctively grasped his throat with one hand and dug the nails of the other into his nipple.

Amlach sat up and ran his fingers through my hair, kissing me as if he wanted to tear me to pieces. I responded with equal intensity, riding him harder. I rubbed my cheek against his beard while he squeezed me into a hug, then I uncovered his ear and licked it to the tip. Amlach groaned in the hollow between my shoulder and neck and pressed his fingers into my shoulders with such force that it seemed he wanted to rip me open.

Feeling disarmed by the strength of his body, I arched my back to let him lick me down to my breasts. He first sucked and bit one nipple, then the other, so hard it caused me pangs of pain that intensified my pleasure.

“Amlach,” I panted, sensing I was close to climax.

He grasped my throat, but rather than pulling me up, he kept me in place with my back arched. He then wrapped his other arm around my waist, his fingers digging just below my ribs with such force that it caused pain.

“ Come to me, Nauriel,” he commanded in a growl so deep and feral and lethal and violent it consumed me.

It chained me to him for eternity.

He possessed me with such force that he drove me into an ecstasy that made me scream with all the breath I had in my lungs, my body shaking with spasms. Amlach came soon after, trembling as he poured his warm seed into me with his last, slow, resolute thrusts.

Slowly, he let me go, allowing me to straighten my back. Staying on his lap, with my vagina still pulsing around him, I gently brushed his hair from his face. I gazed at him for a long time, captivated by his rugged look and the droplets of sweat that, in the moonlight, resembled diamond shards on his skin.

“I’ve waited for you for so long,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion as tears welled up in my eyes at the thought that I would never be alone again.

Amlach stared at me so intensely that I felt like I was sinking.

Into him. Into us.

Us, us, us.

“I’m here now,” he said, stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers.

I smiled wholeheartedly, kissing him passionately as I pushed him back against the pillows. Laughing, we started again.

Finally, I had discovered what love was.

Finally, I would be loved.

68

The sunlight woke me gently, like a tender touch. I was lying on Amlach’s warm body, with my legs entwined with his and his arm resting heavily on my back.

I rubbed my cheek against his chest, feeling the hair tickle my nose, and ran one hand over his torso to make sure he was real. To ensure that what we had done all night had actually happened. And judging by the soreness between my thighs and the sticky substance covering our groins, there was no doubt.

I had rioted.

I had claimed the one who belonged to me.

And I felt so happy that I wanted to shout it to all the Lands of the East.

I smiled, closing my eyes as I breathed in Amlach’s intense smell. It had changed. Now, my scent was on his skin, too.

And from now on, it would always be.

I raised my head and proudly admired the marks I had left on him to withstand the rush of his passion. To brand him, over and over again. And he had done the same, biting and sucking until I’d screamed.