“This was not what I had in mind, Rykr Westhaven.”
He chuckled, kneeling slowly, cock still rigid, unsatiated. Fucking gorgeous. He set a hand on either side of me, leaning over me. Then his lips dragged a kiss across my temple. “But was it good?”
I gave a throaty groan of approval, dropping my head back. “So good. Thank you,” I said in a voice so low that I could hardly hear myself against the pounding of my heart.
He couldn’t possibly know how much I needed that.
How much I needed him. For the first time in days, I felt whole.
Rykr pulled back, and he lifted my chin with his fingertips.
Unbridled lust swam in his eyes.
But more than that.
Genuine warmth.
Love.
“Anything for you, my queen.” He smiled, then dropped a kiss to my lips. “But we’re not finished yet.”
My heart nearly stopped at his words and my arms clamped around his neck, tears filling my eyes as I returned his kiss.
Sliding his hands to my ass, he pushed my knees apart with his hips. The head of his cock teased my entrance, which ached for him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Seren.”
“And mine.”
His words made me arch against him.
I moaned loudly.
“Say it, Seren.”
“I’m yours,” I ground out. My wrist was throbbing, the rune there stinging the muscle below it. And when my eyes found the rune on his neck, I found it black as ink, the pulse of his racing heartbeat below it. “Now and always.”
“Now and always.”
This felt like an ancient ritual … the part we hadn’t completed. Every inch of me burned for him, spiritually and physically. The thrumming of my heart, the rush of blood, the desperation I had for him.
He held the base of his shaft, a hint of a smile at his lips … then had the nerve to fucking toy with me again, rubbing the dripping head against my swollen clit.
My gaze snapped to his. “If you continue to torment me, I’m going to tie you up, Rykr.”
His piercing eyes were dark with passion. “Promise?”
Then pushed inside me in one hard thrust.
Fuck.
I hadn’t had sex in so long, but I knew it hadn’t ever been like this. As he thrust deeper, my legs locked around his waist, my hips arching to receive him until he filled me. I gasped at the union, panting as he stayed there, buried deep inside me, his eyes locked with mine.
My body trembled violently with the sensation, the void inside my soul filled by our union.
He retreated, then slammed himself hard inside me again.
Like he couldn’t stand to break away from me.
Couldn’t get deep enough.
