“Are you still angry with me?” I asked, but received no answer.
This was wrong, it was not something I wanted. Through every unfinished thought I had, I realized that no matter what, he still belonged to me. It did not matter if he was too stubborn to see the truth.
Without waiting any longer, following nothing but my instinct, I moved closer to the bed and stood between his legs. My hand traced the side of his cheek, cupping it. Now, it was me who was in control, I knew it as well as I knew myself. He was mine, and it was up to me to show him how wrong he was about everything. I stilled, allowing his eyes to roam up and down my body. The tiny muscle in the corner of his mouth twitched.
“You are, aren’t you?”
I studied him, reading every expression that passed over his face. He was jealous, and angry at what he had seen. I could feel it all through our bond.
And then I thought about how much I loved this brooding, silent side of him. For some reason, he thought he could push me away, punish me but that would never work. I knew everything he was feeling through our bond, and even more so, because I knew him as well as I knew myself.
He watched me, no doubt trying to ignore his own feelings, his need for me.
“Can I touch you?” I whispered.
Leaning closer, I placed my hand on his shoulder, tracing over his chest, down to his hard flesh and gently stroked. His lips pressed firmly together. I pushed him onto the bed and mounted his hips.
My hand returned to his steel length and I carefully unbuttoned his pants. When I looked up at Tynan, his eyes were closed, his brows furrowed. He was still trying to fight me, but what he failed to realize was that I had already won.
“I need you.”
Slowly, I lowered my body on top of his and gasped, feeling him inside of me. Tynan’s hands clenched the sheets and I started moving on top of him, watching his face, wanting him to surrender all control. Still keeping the agonizingly slow rhythm, I unbuttoned his jacket and traced the skin on his strong muscular chest. The heat started building up deep inside, but I did not care about my own pleasure. I was looking into Tynan’s eyes, intoxicated by the way he was failing to resist me. His eyes were on me, sliding down to my breasts, and going lower where our bodies met.
He moved his hand from my waist to the back of myneck, pulling me closer. His lips ravaged mine, forcing me to give him everything I had, and I did. Tynan’s hold on my hips tightened and he greedily guided my body up and down his hard length. For the first time, he was taking rather than giving. His breathing turned erratic, and raw. I knew he was close. I clenched my inner muscles, enjoying his beautiful surrender, drinking every unhinged breath that escaped his lips.
His fingers dug into my sides, bruising my skin. I leaned closer, watching the muscles of his neck contracting, his eyes were closed and a low growl escaped his lips. It did not matter how much I enjoyed finding my own pleasure, watching his release was addicting, magical, endlessly beautiful.
When the spasms left his body, I stretched on top of him, too eager to hold on to him.
“I missed you,” I whispered.
“Why were you with that man?” he asked, but this time there was no tension in his voice.
“I got a little squished by the crowd. He was just helping.” I sighed, noticing his skeptical look.
He frowned, and I shook my head with a weak smile. “You have to trust me,” I said.
“I trust you,” he replied.
“Really?”
“I don’t trust him.”
“I’m wondering if they noticed my absence.” I turned to look out the window.
“Why?”
“I’m kind of important now,” I said with a laugh, before going on to explain everything that happened while he was gone.
Tynan listened, his hand lazily stroked my lower back.
“What about you? How was your trip?” I asked at last.
“We had to fight an army of crawlers on the way to the temple,” he said.
“Do you think the attack will happen?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. It would be crazy to do nothing and just hope for the best.”
