“Of course, Peytor.” I was really starting to think that I’d do pretty much anything for this man, to see him happy. And that was a terrifying thought.
“Maybe when you get back, we can talk about getting a bigger room . . . together? The three of us?” he asked tentatively, fear and apprehension but also hope and excitement lacing my voice.
I paused my ministrations on his chest, mulling it over in my mind. The longer I thought about it, the stiffer I felt Peytor grow beneath me until he mumbled, “Never mind, it was a stupid thought. Forget I said?—”
But I cut him off with a quick kiss. I felt his surprise as I gently moved my lips over his. I pried open his mouth with my tongue and languidly kissed him until I felt the tension bleed from his body once more.
“I think I like that idea,” I admitted against his mouth as my heart pounded in both fear and excitement.
Peytor smiled again before flipping us so my back was against the bed, and he leaned over the top of me.
“Yeah? You want to move in with me, Folami?” He grinned cheekily, and I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.
“Yes, Peytor. I want to move in with you,” I rolled my eyes, but was surprised at how light I felt. How happy. How easily domesticated andnormalthis all felt. That in the middle of a war, I could feel this way.
I only hoped that it lasted.
With a quick glance between our bodies, I saw Peytor’s cock hardening again, and raised my eyebrow in question. Without so much as a warning, he pushed inside with one hard thrust, and I groaned at the feeling.
I lost myself in the feeling of him inside me, of the connection between us, and tried desperately not to think about what tomorrow would bring and the memories that would stir when I inevitably saw Vespera again.
Chapter 39
Ellowyn
“Torin!” I squealed, bare feet slapping against the dry earth as I ran through the Dreamscape to launch myself into his arms.
A few weeks had passed since our last meeting, and I felt like I could finally take a full breath, my lungs expanding with his sunshine and spice scent, my body relaxing at last.
Home. It was one of many words that came to mind when I thought of Torin, but it was the loudest today. He felt like home.
“I missed you,” I whispered into his neck as his strong arms banded around me, holding me tight to the muscular planes of his torso.
“I missed you, too, Ell. Every moment of every day.” His chest rumbled with his speech, and it was a sound that I felt from the top of my head all the way to the tip of my toes. I shivered at the sound, the hair on the back of my neck and arms pricking with arousal.
I picked my head up from where it rested at his collar to gaze into his eyes. So bright and intelligent, so trusting and deep. Looking into Torin’s eyes was akin to seeing his soul, and the view set my blood aflame.
Each time I saw Torin, I felt myself fall a little more for him—in the way he held me, in the way he listened and valued me, in the way his touch sent tingles of pleasure through my body.
Is this love?
I bit my lip at the thought, and one of Torin’s fingers came up to gently remove the flesh from between my teeth. He leaned in close, slow enough that I could stop him if I wanted, before he covered the abused flesh with his mouth. Torin groaned at the contact, and I used that opportunity to slip my tongue inside.
He chuckled at the intrusion before kissing me back with gusto. Our lips moved together in a sensual dance, each taking from the other while giving just as much in return. I lost myself in the feel of him beneath my hands, in the way his tongue slid against mine, in the way his body lit mine afire.
I sighed, happy and content, as Torin slowly stroked the flames of my desire. His hands moved from my back—one to grip my chin and position my mouth exactly where he desired, and the other to hold me against him by my ass. He slowly sank to the ground so I was sitting astride his thighs, my warm and wet pussy aligning with his already hard cock.
Torin hissed at the contact, pulling his mouth abruptly away from mine as I threw my head back in a whimper, my long blonde hair brushing the tops of his legs.
“Ellowyn,” Torin’s voice was a raspy growl as he fought for control. He released his grip on my chin to palm my breast through the thin silk of my nightdress, the other hand still firmly gripping my bottom, even as it was stuck between his body and mine.
“Torin,” I replied with a breathy moan.
“Tell me to stop,” he pleaded, his eyes drawn to his hand where it toyed with my flesh, slowly teasing my nipple to a hardened peak.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“Such a spitfire,” he teased, his hand moving from my ass to my throat. Torin’s thumb traced tantalizing patterns on my skin before he squeezed, not hard enough for me to be worried, but his hold was tight enough that my breath hitched for a second. He used his grip on my neck to pull my mouth back to his.
