I need it like I need the breath in my lungs.
His finger swirls around my entrance, stirring me into a frenzy of tight, desperate need before it dips into the heart of my hot, sensitive core. It happens so suddenly my head kicks forward, then back again, body aching to coil around the connection.
It’s everything and more. So much more.
I never want this moment to end.
Eyes stinging, I gasp aloud as he eases out, making wet sounds while he swirls around, then slips back in, again and again, striking me with bolts that never go further than his second knuckle.
I drive my hips forward in hopes that he’ll dig into me until I’m raw and full, but his reflexes are swift, retreating with the same dexterity.
“Stop it.If I go any deeper, I’ll break you, and I’m not leaving here with your blood on my hands.”
“Thendon’t leave.”
My words are met with an icy growl that threatens to shatter me.
He inserts another finger and quickens the pace, pumping in short, exquisite strokes, pushing me higher,higher... until I’m a knot of carnal need—flushed and swollen and spread.
Something inside me is about to burst.
“Rhordyn ... I need ... Ineed...”
Lips tucked close to my ear, his thumb slides up my slit, swirling around, then stamping against that vulnerable bud of nerves. “Come,” he growls, and I’m struck with a surge of lightning, body lurching forward as I convolute in an explosion of ecstasy.
There is no up. No down. There’s just him and me and this current surging between us, threatening to tear the world apart in a clash of fire and thunder.
At this moment, I couldn’t care less. All that matters isthis.
Us.
Just when I think I can take no more, everything loosens; my body and mind and anxious soul. I unravel, drawing what feels like my first full breath in days, my fire a sated beast.
Rhordyn’s fingers are still inside me as I fold upon his chest, heaving, recovering in his arms while my aftershocks pulse around the welcomed intrusion.
I no longer want to jerk my hips or rip my skin and gut myself. I no longer want to scream my frustrations at the sky.
I’mfree.
But more than that ...
This moment of stillness isburstingwith possibilities. Perhaps that door between us will no longer be necessary. Perhaps he’ll finally let me in—talk to me and share a meal with me.
Let me into his Den.
Perhaps he’ll spread me out on this balcony and stoke that dozing well of pleasure until it’s a hungry inferno, only to be assuaged when he thrusts other parts of himself inside me.
Perhaps his plan to gift Zali his cupla no longer exists ...
I draw a deep, unbridled breath, picking up on the hint of a wet dog smell. A scent that blows into my conscience and flares a memory to life—reminds me where he’s been.
My muscles tighten.
“You went out there with the ... with the Vruks,” I whisper, struck with the echo of stress I felt while ascending this tower earlier, swiftly followed by a belated surge of relief.
Rhordyn survived.
So enmeshed in the revelation, I barely register his stillness until he draws a deep breath, expelling it with a coarse sigh. “Yes.”
