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Reaching forward he pulled her down unexpectedly onto the bed beside him and she squealed in surprise. He angled his large body over hers, slid his muscled thigh between her legs, and laid claim to a mouth straight from the sinful dreams of his misspent youth.
Her tongue pressed to the seam of his lips, demanding entry, a spike of lust shot through him straight to his heavy balls, drawing them up in anticipation. She thrust into his mouth expertly, claiming the space for her own, as she pushed him onto his back and followed him down her mouth didn’t once leave his. Soft fingers tangled in his over-long hair, getting caught in the matted knots. It reminded him of how they came to be, snapped him from the moment, and flung him back into a barren place filled with silent terror.
Chapter 25
Jezzie pulled back the instant she felt Nithe’s muscles tense, his body go rigid, and his breath seize in his lungs. She slid her body off his, curled herself into his side to lay her hand over his heart, and waited.
Eventually his breath escaped, resuming its regular rise and fall. His heartbeat took longer to slow, but when it did, his body relaxed into the bed as tears rolled down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Jez. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I mean, I get trauma, and all that shit, but I should be better than this. I should be stronger than this. If not for me, at least for you. With you, the past should just fucking disappear. I want it to disappear, so bad. I want to be more, more than my fucked up past, more than I am, more than half the man I used to be. You deserve so much better than me.”
Jezzie held him tight, eyes closed as her tears fell. The more he spoke, the more her heart broke for the man who, whether too soon or not, irrevocably held a major piece of it. She knew she’d never allow anyone to hurt him ever again, including himself. Her body trembled, not with sadness, but with growing rage. Not at Nithe. Never at Nithe. Rather, at the Fates themselves. How dare they do this to him. How dare they allow beings such as Raum to destroy lives. Oh, how she wished she’d ignored the voice that’d stayed her hand when she’d been on the brink of ending the asshole’s eternal existence.
She sat bolt upright, and looked him dead in the eyes, not bothering to wipe the tears from her own.
“Don’t you ever think for one-fucking-second you are unworthy of me. Do you hear me? You are mine. I am yours. Not by some chemical reaction caused by a mate mark, or some shit. I choose you Nithe, all of you. Your past, present, and future. We don’t always get to choose the shit road the Fates lead us down, but we damn well get to choose how we let it affect us. You and me? We have some things in common. Granted, what Raum did to you was way worse than anything I’ve experienced. What I do know is that you and I will get through this together, and nothing that evil sadistic bastard did to you will ever make me love you less. We can take this as fast, or as slow, as you need.” Anger laced her words, softened by her need to comfort him.
Nithe’s tears dried up, and he rubbed his red eyes with the back of his hand before offering her a tired smile.
“Do you have any idea how utterly sexy you are when you're angry on my behalf, a stór?” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
“I’m glad you think so.” She winked. “And you can call me treasure anytime you like, mo shíorghrá.”
Apparently, she’d said something right because Nithe sat straight up, pulled her across his lap, and kissed her with such passionate fervor she just about passed out from the heady bliss of his lips on hers.
“I want you, Jez. More than I’ve ever wanted anything, or anyone, in my entire life. I feel like if I don’t have you right now a part of me will wither away, as corny or pathetic as it may sound.”
Nithe’s hot breath fanned the flames of her desire as it trailed its way down the side of her neck. His teeth nipped a path along nerve endings which led straight to her aching core, where evidence of her desire left her inner thighs damp, her pussy slick, and ready.
“Ni?”
“Yes, Jez?”
“What happened? Before?”
“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it right now, please.”
“I understand, I do. I just don’t want to inadvertently be the cause of whatever triggered you, again. I need to know what I can’t do, please? Was I too forceful? If so, I’m totally okay with you being in control. You can set the pace, promise. I just need you to be okay. Not because I don’t want the sex to stop, but because I need you to be okay. And okay, fine, I also don’t want the sex to stop. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be flipping spectacular, and I definitely want a chance to prove my theory.”
“It wasn’t you being on top, Jez. Though, I can’t guarantee it won’t be an issue in the future. I don’t really know why, or when my body’s going to freak out like it did. This time, it was my hair.” He looked down, his hand lifted up to his hair as if to touch it, then lowered to the bed before he could, as if ashamed.
Sure, his hair was matted, longer than he probably liked, almost reaching below his shoulder blades. It could definitely use a good wash, but he’d been through hell and back, and she doubted Raum had allowed him basic hygiene for however long he’d tortured him. The current state of his hair also took nothing away from his allure, despite what he may think.
“What about your hair triggered you, Ni?”
Nithe let out a heavy sigh, and squeezed his eyes shut tight, his fingers clutched the sheets as if he were drowning. Jezzie placed her hands on his shoulders in an effort to rub away the tension from his tight muscles.
“When your fingers got stuck in the knots, Jez. I didn’t want it to, but my brain threw me back into the nightmare of what had been my existence for so long. I couldn’t find my way out until the memory released me, and your soothing touch helped to bring me home.”
She pried his hands, one by one, from the twisted and crumpled sheets, and leapt off the bed, pulling him along with her. Her robe hung open, it almost tripped her up as she tried to stand, so she shrugged it from her shoulders before dragging a nervous Nithe toward the large bathroom.
“When you walk in front of me like this, Jez, it makes me want to scoop you up, bend you over the arm of the sofa, and pound into you until I make you scream my name as you come around my aching cock. I never knew I was an ass man until this very moment.” His husky voice tripped her up, her knees almost buckling as a wave of fresh desire swept through her.
“We have a lot to learn together, Ni, and hopefully more than one mortal lifetime to learn it in, thank the stars.”
As she walked over the cool tiles she scooped up a metal stool from under the vanity with her free hand. Jezzie placed it down again directly under one of the large overhead lights, and turned to Nithe.
“Um, Jez, What are you doing?” Nithe asked somewhat nervously, as she went to rummage through the vanity drawers looking for a comb and a pair of decent scissors.
