She’s still trembling when her hands slide down, fingers deft and hungry, pushing at the edge of my trousers. When she finally frees me, her hand wraps around my cock, her fingers damp and chilled by rain, but the heat steaming off me warms them almost immediately. I grunt, hips twitching in response, but she doesn’t rush. She strokes me with a teasing rhythm, slow at first, gliding from base to tip, her thumb brushing over the head with maddening lightness. My breath hitches when she tightens her grip just slightly, dragging her fist back down.
“You’re going to make me lose my mind,” I rasp, jaw clenched as I fight to stay still, to let her touch me like this.
Her eyes gleam with something wicked and knowing. “Good.”
She strokes me again, longer this time, firmer, twisting her wrist at the end in a way that makes me groan low and dangerous. My hand finds her hip, fingers digging in, but still I wait. She leans in, brushing her lips against mine as her hand works me, wet and slick and mercilessly slow.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers. “All for me.”
“All for you,” I growl. “Always.”
I can barely breathe, can barely think. She’s reduced me to this, a trembling, pulsing ache in her palm. And still, she strokes, teasing just enough to make me twitch with the urge to take her, to pin her to the table and bury myself deep.
“Enough,” I grit out.
And then, without waiting, I’m inside her in one hard thrust.
She cries out, head falling back as I fill her, her legs locking around me, drawing me in deeper. The table creaks beneath us, the storm battering the ship outside in a perfect,violent rhythm to our movements. Rain lashes the portholes, thunder booms, but all I hear is her moaning my name.
I fuck her hard, the way she’s needed, the way I’ve dreamed of every damned night since she came back to me. My hips slam into hers, skin on skin, our soaked bodies sliding together with a feverish need that feels like it might consume us both. She clutches at my shoulders, nails scraping down my back, gasping with each thrust.
“You’re mine,” I growl, voice rough and shaking. “Mine, Amara. Do you hear me?”
She pants against my lips, eyes wide and blazing. “Yes…yes, Daed…”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps. “I’m yours.”
I snarl, mouth dropping to the crook of her neck where her pulse throbs wild beneath her skin.
“And I am yours,” I whisper, fangs bared, “forever.”
Then I bite.
Her climax crashes through her like a wave, her body trembling violently beneath mine.
I hold her through it, my teeth still sunk deep in her throat, her taste flooding my senses, heady, intoxicating, unlike anything I’ve ever known. It’s not just blood. It’sher. Wild and sweet, threaded with magic and trust and something so fiercely tender it almost hurts to feel it.
The bond surges between us, alive now, burning gold-hot under my skin. Her scent deepens, thickens, coils around me like smoke. I can smell her pleasure, her desire. I canfeelit in my mind, taste it behind my teeth.
Flashes of her thoughts rip through me, not words, not images, but raw feelings. The helpless wonder at the way I touch her. The hunger. Thejoy.
Gods.
I have never felt anything so purely, wildly happy. No conquest. No crown. Nothing in my life has ever tasted this right.
I ease my teeth from her neck, breath heaving, blood smeared warm across my lips. She looks up at me, dazed, her lashes fluttering. Her gaze dips to my mouth, to the blood, and her pupils flare with something darker.
Then she kisses me.
Hard. Desperate. Her blood on both our tongues. Her moan vibrates into my mouth, and when she pulls back, eyes blazing, she grips my jaw with trembling fingers and says, “Again. Bite meagain.”
She turns without waiting, bracing herself against the table, hips rocking back into me, her ass grinding against my cock. Her hair tumbles forward, exposing the curve of her neck as she sweeps it aside in offering.
I grip her hips, gather the folds of her dress and lift it over her ass, baring her to me completely. Her skin glows in the low light, flushed, glistening. I drag the head of my cock between her thighs, feel her tremble before I push inside her with one slow, possessive thrust. Her body takes me inch by inch, slick and hot, tightening around me until the air leaves my lungs.
She gasps, fingers curling against the edge of the table. Her back arches, hair tumbling forward, and I move, slow, deep, savoring the sound of her breath breaking with every stroke.
