“Fuck, yes.” I gripped the collar of his shirt and began to tear it open.
A groan spilled from his lips. “Edira, if this happens...”
“It doesn’t have to be anything,” I said, frantically searching for whatever words would get him to stay. I couldn’t have him walk away again. Not when he was so close to giving me what my body so clearly desired. “It can just be sex. It’ll strengthen our...” I bit back the words before anyone could overhear.
It’ll strengthen this.I stroked our heartbond and felt a shiver of pleasure stem from him.
Just sex, then.He gave me one last look. One last chance to change my mind. I pulled his mouth to mine and bit on his lower lip until he hissed in response. He tore at my clothes without fully removing them, giving himself the pleasure of seeing my body without allowing the whole room to feast on my naked form.
“Lie back,” he demanded, and I fell onto the table without an ounce of hesitation. He pulled my ass closer to the edge and then ripped my panties to shreds. Pure hunger filled his eyes. And then he drove two fingers deep inside of me while biting down on my shoulder. Hard.
The moan that escaped my lips was loud enough to draw the focus of one or two more Evers. Like before, they inched closer, and one woman managed to snake her hand through my hair before Rorik snarled at her. She bit her own lip in response, clearly turned on by the act, and quickly found herself a willing participant on the floor nearby.
No one touches you.His words were a seductive claim in my mind, and all I could do was nod as I rocked my hips against his fingers.
I need you to fuck me, Rorik.My body was already writhing beneath his touch. I needed more. I needed all of him. And I needed it now.
Beg for it.His hands went to his pants. Slowly, painfully, he undid his trousers.
My mouth watered.Please.
Out loud. So the whole fucking world can hear.
“Please, Rorik,” I moaned.
“Louder.” His cock was in his hand, and he stroked it once. Twice. Then pressed the broad tip of his head against my clit. I let out a sharp gasp as my head banged against the table.
“Fuck me, Rorik,” I begged. “I need you inside of me. I need to feel your release.”
His grin was downright sinful. “You will.”
And then he buried himself inside of me. I lost all semblance of control as my entire world became the feel of him sliding deep into my core. The sounds of the room faded to nothing more than a muted din. The lighting darkened so my vision was only on Rorik. And gods, did he feel incredible. Every thrust was a stroke of pure ecstasy, and the coil of need in my abdomen was wound so unbearably tight. I was close. So damn close. I wanted it to last forever, but at the same time, I couldn’t stop myself from begging for more. For it to be faster. Harder.
“Fuck,” I cried. That ribbon of need was seconds away from coming undone. He seemed to sense it, too. He covered my mouth with his, and his tongue intertwined with mine. My fingers drove through his hair, and I pressed his forehead against mine as my breaths hit harder.
“Come for me, Edira. I want everyone to hear you scream my name. I want your whole world to shatter so you’ll never think of anyone else but me,” he said roughly into my ear.
His words were my undoing, and that bundle of need shattered into a thousand pieces as my climax ripped through me. I screamed his name as he barreled deep inside me. The pressure of his grip on my waist was everything. He wrung every last drop of pleasure from me, and then he spilled himself into me with a loud groan. Still, he kept moving. Slowly, gently, he lessened his thrusts as my limbs went weak and my body trembled from the sudden rush of ecstasy. When the sounds of the room began to trickle back into awareness, I rounded my gaze back to him.
“You will be the death of me,” he murmured as he leaned forward. His nose ghosted beneath my collarbone, his breath warm against my chest. Gooseflesh rippled across my skin, and he let out a pleased sigh.
“I doubt that,” I said softly. I could hardly think with him still seated inside of me. “I’ll beat you to the grave.”
I didn’t know why I said it. My words were meant to be teasing, and yet there was an undercurrent of truth that couldn’t be ignored. I wanted to live. Rorik had wanted me to live, too. So much so that he was willing to die right alongside his family if it meant I could’ve gained a few extra years by not using my power.
Rorik stiffened as his gaze shot to mine. His words were soft. So... tender.
“I know.”
Desperation and desire collided in me with fervent demand, and I cupped either side of his face. I wanted to memorize every emotion in that gaze. Etch the cut of his jaw and slant of his lips into my mind so that I could carry his visage with me even if...whenI wouldn’t be around to see him any longer.
Fuck the plan. Fuck this being just sex. I wanted him. All of him. I would beg if I had to. I didn’t care about winning or losing anymore. I’d take any outcome so long as it ended with us intertwined.
I opened my mouth to say as much, but he placed a soft finger against my lips. “I think we played our part well enough. No more.”
“No more?” I rolled my hips for effect, but he gently slid out of me and redid his pants. Hurt slammed through me with the force of a summer thunderstorm. I had no right to be upset. I’d outlined the rules, and he’d complied. But fuck, I couldn’t shake the pain. A single, damning tear gathered in the corner of my eye. Rorik spotted it instantly.
“Whatever you’re thinking—”
