Roiven groans, his jaw slack and his own eyes lidding heavily down.
“Gods,” he groans.
All I can do is whimper. He strokes an inch out of me, unable to pull out all the way while his body is keeping me pinned up against the wall.
Roiven slams back in hard, grinding his hips tight to my entrance.
“More,” I gasp. His breath shudders out of him and he hammers against me again, and again, like the crash of the waves, pulling back just to fill me. With every stroke I clench tight around his length. His teeth close around my neck, biting hard as I whine and arch against him.
This isn’t lovemaking. It’s two broken people, in the dark, finding something to hold on to. And I never want to let go.
“I think you were made for me,” he growls, as he drives into me again.
“I’m my own.”
“Then I was made for you,” he says, grinding harder against me. “To find you. To bring you back to us. To serve you.”
“Roiven,” I whimper. He pulls out as far as he can and then slowly inches back in, teasing me with frustrating control. My eyes squeeze shut again and I pant. I try to jerk against him, but his hands grip my hips so tight they can’t move.
“Made to fill you,” he whispers, as he finally slides all the way in, stretching my body around him as he rolls his hips. “Let go, Cai. Keep your eyes on me and let go.”
“Of what?” I whisper, opening my eyes to find him staring at me.
“Of everything you’re holding back,” he says, and presses his forehead to mine. His eyes are so intense, against everything I’m feeling, that I feel the need to look away. I fight the urge, and I keep my eyes on him.
And I let go.
With the next thrust of Roiven’s hips I break open, crying outas the waves crash against the shore. My body shakes, toes curling in my boots as pleasure ravages through me like lightning. I clench tight. Roiven groans and pulses inside me. He finishes buried deep between my legs.
We stay like that, panting, tangled together, his forehead against mine, my legs pinned up to my chest. The sun is still low, but fully risen, spilling golden warmth across the black stones and our bodies.
“Cai,” he whispers softly, and his eyes fall shut.
“Will you regret it?”
“Regret you? Never.”
He lets go slowly and lets my feet fall down. I’m too exhausted to support myself. As Roiven tucks himself back into his trousers I start sliding down the rock. With a single huff of laughter he catches me. He tugs my own pants up, but doesn’t bother fastening them like he did his own. Then he lifts me back up, one arm under my legs and the other under my back. My head lolls against his chest.
“We should get some sleep, beautiful,” he says. “This is far from over.”
The last thing I want to do right now is climb all the way back to my bedroom at the top of the mountain. I’d be crawling by a quarter of the way up.
“I don’t think I can walk.”
“You don’t have to. But your armor…”
I glance down at the broken metal casing on the beach.
“Let the sea take it. May it wash to the depths of the bottom.”
With a nod, Roiven turns, and carries me all the way back up the mountain.
37
Sleep feels like an indulgence, knowing that the Hellions are on the prowl. But my eyes are so heavy they sting with exhaustion.
“Is there time for this?” I mumble against his chest, my lips grazing his tunic, as he reaches my door. The man carried me up an entire mountain’s worth of stairs and he isn’t even breathing hard.
