“Charming as ever.” I’ll miss her too, and I never expected that to be the case. But she's a liar and a mortal, and she'll be dead in the blink of an eye. I cannot let myself get close to her, but when she's laughing in my arms it's hard.
She picks up my knuckles, battered and bloody. "What now?"
"I can't tell you that," I say, pressing my lips to her jaw gently. I do a lot of the things on behalf of the other rulers whose morals are too strict to do them. But more than that, I can’t be bothered to tell her because I need to be kissing her. A quiet moan leaves her throat, letting my tongue tease her own. I want her. I want her before she goes. I cannot fucking bear the thought of never having had her. Not when we've grown oddly close.
“I have to tell you something, but I don’t want you to ask questions,” she whispers, and I frown. Renna is a joker. Nothing serious ever leaves her mouth, but she looks very serious now.
“Tell me.”
“I can’t have children.”
I push myself off her, sitting upright. My heart thuds in my mouth, the look in her eyes telling me that she is speaking the truth. She said no questions, but I can’t do that. Because I have two.
“Did someone do that to you?”
She nods, and my nails leave crescent-shaped cuts in my hands as I clench my fists. “And are they still alive?”
“No,” she whispers, big brown eyes looking up at me. I take a shaky breath, trying to be calm. I want to know more. I want to know who did it to her, but she doesn’t want me to know. I have asked her to respect my scars, now she is asking the same of me. I can do that. But now I don’t know what to do. All I know is that I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else.
"Please, no more questions. I just want you," she begs, her thoughts clearly mirroring mine. Feverish and wanton, she pulls her top over her head whilst I do the same. A string of curses fills the air between us. Will I always have this visceral reaction to her? Goosebumps decorate the light brown skin across her perfect breasts, the muscles in her arms flexing as she shuffles to be underneath me.
"You're a work of art," I tell her, in a language she doesn’t even know. I roll her unpierced nipple between two fingers, my tongue caressing the pierced one. I want to touch every square inch of her. My spoilt fingers explore the contours of her toned stomach; crafted into the perfect killer. The breathy moans coming from her mouth are going to be my undoing.
Death by Renna.
There are worse ways to go.
I am violently torn between knowing I need to be careful with her and the fiery need that is pulsating, animalistic and primal, in my veins. Her talented fingers make light work of my belt buckle as I do the same to the black leather that wraps around her small waist, her hunting gear clattering to the floor beside us. The contact between our skin lights those little sparks in the tips of my fingers, her touch electric.
She’s everywhere.I’meverywhere. It’s too much and it’s not enough.
I kiss her harder, trying to convey to her how deliciously infuriating she is. Black painted nails rake down my back in time with her heavy breaths, my sanity just a hair’s breadth away from unravelling. I can wait no longer. I’ve been starved for too many nights. I hook my arms beneath her toned thighs and roll us over, lifting her onto my face in one quick motion.
"Ooh! That was really clever—oh,fuck! Yes, like that!"
She’s funny, but I’m not in a laughing mood. Not here, and not now. My low groan vanishes into her inner thighs, and I swear I’m in heaven, lapping up a divine reward that I have not earned. And as she breathes out a curse in her own language, I show her with my tongue just how highly I think of her.
“I like you between my legs, Rexxan,” she says, as I bring my mouth back up to her face.
I flip her over so she is on her hands and knees, the muscles in her back flexing as she rolls her neck. Everything she does is seductive. "I want to try this again, Renna."
She nods in agreement, and I slap her behind, hard. She lets out a muffled moan into the dark green silk of my bedsheets, and it’s music to my ears. "Harder, please."
I give up. She’s fucking perfect.
I repeat it harder now. Of course she loves this. She's an enigma. Leaning over her, I take a vial of oil from the table beside the bed, making a point of showing her it to relax her. She nods, her hand holding the sheets. I cover us both in it, gritting my teeth. If she stops us now, I’ll just lie face down on my lawn in the rain for the rest of my life. This is all I've dreamt of for weeks. I thrust an inch into her and she is silent. "Okay?"
She nods, but I can’t see her face. This is my favourite position, but with her, it feels too far away. I want to see every expression on her face. I want to know how this is for her. I flip her over so I’m on top, kissing her far too softly for a man like me. "Shall I try again?"
"Okay," she whispers, her finger tracing my scar, her eyes full of wonder. I thrust into her while she’s distracted and she cries out, sitting up so her head is in my neck. Fuck, this is intimate. I don’t think I’ve had this feel so close before.
"Stop, stop. Don’t move," she asks me, her voice hoarse. She breathes slowly, her vice-like grip on my arm finally loosening after a few agonising seconds. "Okay. Go."
This time, I bury myself inside her, covering her quiet curse with a kiss. She’s empyrean, I swear. "Sorry, love," I murmur, brushing my lips to her forehead. I stay still, almost shaking with the effort it takes. Slowly her hips start to rock, her gasps of pain turning to those of pleasure, and I know as my eyes meet hers that in some strange way, I’ll remember this until my last breath.
"Please. Please move," she begs, wide eyes on mine. So I do, because I don’t want to deny this woman anything she wants. And I’m almost speechless, because with her it is completely different. I've been with many women in many places, but Renna feels like home.
“Ren, you feel like you were made for me."
