CHAPTER 10
BRYN
My body is stiff, still healing, but the potions have worked wonders already. I’m well enough for this. Even the wound in my stomach only aches a bit, and it’s nothing compared to the ache I feelelsewhere.
Gods, how I want this. I hope that Locke doesn’t try to stop me.
'Bryn,' he chokes out as I move above him in earnest.
One hand cups the side of my jaw.
'Is this something you need or…’
His words turn garbled as he hisses out a harsh breath, feeling the same pleasure as I do.
I know what he's asking. Am I in the grips of that desire, the one I feel sometimes?
I don’t believe I am, or at least I can still think, still decide for myself.
And that’s enough.
'No,' I say. 'This is something I want.'
He looks relieved, and then slightly worried. 'This isn't something I'll ever say no to,' he grinds out. 'But why?'
'Because I think I forgive you.'
'I don't deserve?—'
I put my fingers to his lips.
'Stop speaking,' I say, pushing him down and moving against him.
He relaxes a little under me and glances toward the closed door before he seems to make a decision. He grabs my waist gently and hauls us both up with ease. He turns us and puts my back to the wall carefully, reverently.
'Gods, how I’ve wanted this,' he grinds out, echoing my thoughts, thrusting up into me, taking control from me.
But I don't mind. This is how I want it. He is by nature overbearing and dominant and I wouldn’t want him on his knees sniveling before me.
He holds me gently, surging into me, pushing me up the wooden slats. Then, he eases back and looks at me, taking in my breasts with a fire in his eyes that makes my stomach flip. But then he pulls me from the wall and eases me down onto the bed, this time beneath him. He covers me but is careful not to put his sizable weight on my body.
His lips find mine with a fervor that I've never felt before, and I find myself kissing him back, nipping at his tongue when it enters my mouth and sensing his surprise. He kisses a trail down to my chest and finds my breasts, holding them as he suckles my nipples.
'Gods, yes,' he says against my flesh. 'I’ve fallen asleep every night listening to Jak and Morgan wring pleasure from you, human, fisting my cock raw to thoughts of you open and willing under me. I want you mewling and whimpering for me at least once because you want it, not because you need it.’
He pulls away, and I let out a sound of discontent as he slides out of me, but he replaces his cock with his fingers as he leans down and parts my legs, beginning to lave me with his tongue. It feels glorious, and the pleasure builds quickly as I stretch toward him like a flower craving the sun.
'I want this, Locke,’ I mutter. ‘Please.’
He lets out a growl of pleasure against my core, his fingers increasing their pace. Another digit enters my back passage, and he works both my channels with his hand.
He’s good at this, I remember. I came to pleasure quickly in the Dark Realms under his expertise. But this is a thousand times better.
Because I truly want it.
Lost to the sensations he coaxes from me, I squeeze the bedcover under me with my hands, my hips undulating against the bed as I find my peak. It roars through me like an unquenchable flame, making my body shake with the force of it. The satisfaction I see in his expression gives me a deep contentment, and all at once I'm glad that we have this moment, even after what it took to get here.
His fingers release me and are immediately replaced by his thick, hard staff. He pulls me up to straddle him and holds me close as he takes me. His arms encircle me, holding me against him, and it feels as if this isn't simply some carnal need between us, but an intimate interlude that I want to repeat in the future. Many times.
