Interesting. I could spend a hundred years with Rexxan and learn something about him every day. I meet his orange gaze with a serious expression. "I want you. I'm sure, before you ask."
He’s laughing at me, and I have no idea why. “Never any flirting with you, Renna, you just get right down to business. It’s good to know my role in your life, at least,” he says, one huge forearm appearing to the left of my head as he holds himself over me. I need him, and I can see he feels the same.
His lips plant a searing kiss on mine, and another on my neck. Doing this with him, it's different. He leaves no room for me to think of anything else, flooding all five of my senses with a whole new world of colour. But I don’t think it’sjustbecause he’s criminally good at it, I think it’s the bond we’ve formed too.
“Oh my gods,” he groans, looking down and letting his eyes drink in my body. I laugh, my face warm. Every time he sees me, it's like he hasn't ever seen me before. He’s very good for my ego.
His hot tongue swirls my pierced nipple, one expansive hand holding me still when I arch my back and gasp a breathy version of his name. A dull drumbeat of pleasure starts in my core, desperate and wanting, but he is in no rush. "So many ways I could take you, love. Give me a year alone in this room with you and it still won’t be enough."
"Please," I whisper, his words caressing my skin like satin. He rains his divine attention on my breasts, using his knee to part my legs a little wider, careful not to touch the healing cuts and bruises on my legs. His kisses dip lower, each one accompanied by a word in a language I don’t know. I'd love to know what it is he says to me while we're doing this. My fist tightens around the bedsheets as one, then two fingers slide inside me. Over my whimper, a curse leaves his lips.
"Always so desperate for me, Ren."
His eyes lock on mine as his tongue lazily circles my clit. He’s going to be the death of me, but I’ll take this sweet, salacious demise over any life without him in it. I swear into my hand, screwing my eyes shut as I surrender myself to the hurricane that is the Forest King. A rough hand grabs my jaw, tilting my head downwards. "Watch me worship you.”
Pleasure blooms in my lower stomach, my toes curling deeper into the mattress. Still, I hold his gaze, watching him pleasure me like it is the only thing he was born to do. He arches his fingers slightly, his tongue moving a little faster. Holyfuck. My heartbeat doesn’t feel like it’s in my chest anymore but somewhere else entirely. I gasp out a moan, teetering on the edge as he moves his fingers in and out. The fingers on his other hand curl around my thigh, digging into the curves of my tanned skin. "Rexxan!"
"Louder, Commander. Louder, and I'll make you come."
"Rexxan!" I’m half-shouting this time, overwhelmed by pleasure and frustration.
The corner of his mouth lifts a little as he looks at me. ‘Good girl,’ he mouths, his thick fingers tipping me over the edge.
Maybe I do like praise, after all.
My whole body shakes as I come violently, mumbling words in my native tongue, unable to form a coherent thought as his fingers keep going, slower now, prolonging the wave of pleasure that rolls me over and over like a breaking wave. He grins, crawling up my body like I am a mouse in his trap.
Perhaps I am, but if this is his trap, I don't ever want to be set free.
I don't know what does it for me more; the sight of his arousal as he runs a hand over himself, or the sight of my own arousal glistening on those soft lips. I really don’t know and I really don’t care. Releasing my bottom lip from between my teeth, I tug him down to touch his lips to mine. “You taste so good, Ren.”
He kneels up between my thighs, running the tip of his length over me. “Open wide for me.”
“Nothing I do is for you,” I whisper, repeating my words from our first night together all those months ago.
A fond smile graces his expression as if he gets the same warm feelings that I do when I think back to that week. Brick-red eyes focus like a hawk on the spot between my thighs, like he might drop dead if he looks away. I love how intensely he wants me, and I love how brazen he is about it too. It is visible in every tense click of his jaw, every bulging vein, every ragged breath. A slow smile spreads across his lips, and as his hand grasps one of my ankles, he spits on my clit.
Gods above, give me salvation from this man. I think I’m too far gone for them to save me. "Rexxan, you are disgusting."
“And yet you love it," he breathes, collapsing down onto his thick forearms so his face is an inch from mine. "I want to see your face up close whilst I do this.”
Copper eyes search mine as slowly, ever so slowly, he flexes his hips, burying himself inside me. I shut my eyes, my mouth hanging open at the potent combination of pain and pleasure. This feels significant. This feels like we’re…something. This feels likemore. I’ve never had anything like this with someone, but I don’t voice any of my thoughts aloud. For now, I’d rather stay where it’s safe.
"I can take it," I tell him, worried he’ll treat me like I’m made of glass. My chest rises and falls even harder than before, a sheen of sweat glistening across my skin. Slowly and deliberately he pulls out, taking his sweet time to torture me with a smug expression on his face. Fuck. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him that I’m immortal, because now he knows that we have forever.
Just as I’m about to tell him that he fucks like a sloth, he slams into me, hitting a spot somewhere deep inside me that forces an involuntary moan through my lips. He repeats the motion, over and over until it’s his name that continually cascades from my mouth.
The evening sun beats down on us, spilling over his back like molten bronze as my nails rake down his muscular shoulders. He’s close, his orange eyes glowing that little bit brighter.
His rough, callused hand holds my jaw as he fucks me, building me higher and higher. I twist my head to the side and graze his finger between my teeth, wrapping my lips around it just to taunt him as hard as he taunts me. It has the desired effect because the Forest King looks at me like I’m all he ever needs. Like he could die right here and call his life fulfilled. "You are the promised land, Renna. No man is worthy."
He carries on, hard and deliberate, every thrust carrying sentences whispered into my ear that are so filthy they'd even have Stellan blushing. But slowly his control cracks, his pace increasing as he pounds me into the bed. I feel myself tightening around him and he shakes his beautiful head, dark hair tumbling in front of his eyes. "No, my love. Not yet. I want to comewithyou."
Sweat glistens across his shoulders and veiny arms, his hips moving faster. Pieces of disheveled hair tumble in front of his eyes, ragged breathing escaping those parted lips. I try to wait for him, but it’s all too much, my vision going dark as I come around him. He stills, a muscle in his jaw ticking. "Didn't I tell you to wait?" He asks, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I'm still going to come with you."
"Oh, gods, Rexxan. You’re a nightmare," I say, my legs shaking.
"So you’re saying I’ve got into your head," he says, with a boyish grin as he grinds into me. I’m a lost cause, clinging onto him for dear life as if I might fly away in this cloud of pleasure. "See what I do to you, Renna? See how incredible we are together?"
