It’s there ... somewhere between us. Something my body needs.
Something it’sdesperatefor.
Rhordyn draws deep, his expanding chest pinning me to the wall, the world seeming to hold its breath with him. Even the sky stops rumbling for a few tense moments.
His eyes close, face twisting, and though we’re pressed together by what feels like gravity, it’s as if there’s an impassable abyss cleaving us apart.
When he opens his eyes again, they’re sheets of cold, black ice.
“Go back up those stairs. Now. And lock the fucking door.”
... No.
My entire body screams it loud enough I swear the silence quakes.
“But—”
“Now, Orlaith! My patience is unbearably thin.”
With a large strip of my naked body bared but hidden by our closeness, I don’t dare do as he asks, instead pushing my hipsforward.
He whips away so abruptly I almost fall into his current, willingly or not.
Back pressed against the opposite wall, he watches me like I’m all of his worst nightmares rolled into one inconvenient package. “Five ... four ... three ...”
My stomach drops.
For once in my life I listen to that voice inside andrun,taking the stairs two at a time, robe slipping down my body.
With every step, another louder, more violent one follows, landing my heart in my throat and sending lashes of fire to every inch of my skin.
I whimper.
His brutal footfalls clap with the thunder and the rain and the bursts of light, getting louder ...
Louder ...
There’s a slickness between my thighs that makes each ascending step feel like a punishment, and my knees are quaking by the time I make it to the top.
A cold breath hits the back of my neck seconds before I dart into my room, slam the door closed, and dash the deadlock into place. My forehead lands against the star-freckled mural, pinched nipples exposed to air that’s nowhere near cold enough, because those flames are no longer dancing inside me ...
They’re a hungry, raging inferno that’s threatening to ruin me.
Turning my head to the side, I dissect the silence between the heaving beat of my breaths, listening, listening ... until Rhordyn’s heavy footsteps begin a glacial descent down my stairs.
I spin, letting my back drag down the door. Skin grates off my spine, but I hardly feel the pain over the ache between my legs.
My bare ass settles on the cold, stone ground, and my entire body jolts with the contact as I picture something else grinding against that part of me. Spreading me. Sinking in.
Claiming.
My trembling exhale ishis, though he’s not here to receive it.
The Safe is right next to my head, empty like this feeling low in my stomach, and thisthinginside me is not okay with the latter.
In fact, it’sfurious.
That fury knows only an insatiable hunger, forcing me to grind against the ground in stiff, jerky motions that do nothing to suppress this agony—rather fueling it into something wild and unleashed.
