"No."
She growls in frustration, long hair spilling over golden shoulders as she leans down to kiss me. A few smudges of my blood decorate her breasts as she runs her tongue over my aching length, and my vision blurs because it’s simultaneously so much and just not enough. She's mine. Mine in every single way. Despite this unbearable persecution, I know that I'd choose being chained up in her company over being free but deprived of her.
In one quick swoop, she takes me to the back of her throat, choking but staying put. The ferocious cutting of the chains into my arms does nothing to dull the white-hot pleasure in my veins. This is the most infuriating and also the most assuaging experience of my life as she chokes on me with watering eyes. I long to put my hands on either side of her face and hammer into her until her throat is too sore to speak, but the nymph in my bed has other plans.
"Fuck, slow down," I say, my breathing ragged. Sweat glistens on the tanned skin of my chest. But of course, she doesn’t fucking do as I ask, because when does she ever? She speeds up, pressure building in my lower stomach as I get closer and closer. She smiles as the muscles that form my abdomen tense, but she betrays me at the eleventh hour, pulling away right when I am at the edge. Her glorious mouth is swollen from me. I’m going to die.
"Rexxan, fucking free Stellan!" She shouts, her arms outstretched like she is losing the will to live.
"No!" I yell back, every muscle on my body straining for release.
She tips her head back and casts her eyes at the plant-covered, vaulted ceiling. "Rex, you'll be the death of me."
"I fucking hope so," I say, gritting my teeth so hard I’m surprised they’re intact. "I swear to the gods, if you don’t ride me now," I grab her between my calves, dragging her closer to me and she yelps, laughing out loud as she falls onto my chest. She rises up on her knees above me, fiery gaze on mine.
This woman has burnt my world as I know it to the ground, and I want to rebuild it with her at the centre.
"Rennalya, let me touch you," I ask, pulling on the chains once more as she kneels over me. This is torture. I need to touch her. I've never come without touching myself before, but I fucking could now. If she even breathed on me I'd probably explode. But I can’t let her win, not while I'm cuffed to the bed.
If I let Renna believe that chaining people to their headboards is a way to get what she wants, I’m worried she’ll take that information and run with it.
"Rexxan!" She cries, her voice desperate as she sinks down on my length.
"I know, huntress,” I whisper, my arms relaxing in the chains for the first time since she'd tied me here. "Breathe and it’ll feel easier."
She lets out a shaky breath, her mouth open as she lowers herself down, enveloping me in her soft heat and gasping out a moan that fuses with mine. "You feel so good around me, Rennalya."
"Please," is all she can manage as she rides me, slowly at first. I don’t even know what she’s pleading for anymore. We’ve both been driven beyond insanity by each other, I think.
If I can last twenty seconds I'll view it as an achievement of a lifetime, because the way she looks right now is unforgettable. My chest warms as the last of the evening sun stretches her fingers into our room, painting Rennalya in shades of deep orange and gold and illuminating her eyes even more than they already are. She is fire in its human form, and I am standing too close, blinded and scorched but unable to care.
Somehow, despite the chains on my wrists, I feel like the luckiest man on this earth that I get to see her like this. I flex my hips and she shudders, falling forward with her forehead on mine, letting me set the pace.
"Rexxan?" She whispers, her chest heaving.
"Yes, love?"
"I'd die for you," she replies, her eyes sincere.
"I'd walk through fire for you, Rennalya. I mean it," I reply, hoping she understands the sheer weight of that sentence for me. It's true.
She plants a small hand on my jaw. "We have to work things out. This is too good to throw away."
"I know, sweetheart," I whisper, my lips against hers. "We'll work it out. We're just two complicated people with two very complicated jobs and two very complicated pasts."
She nods, her breaths in time with mine. "We'll be okay?"
She's worried about us, and that thaws the frost inside my ribs a little. I brush my nose down hers and plant a kiss on her lips as her eyes burn into mine, waiting for my answer.
"We'll be alright, my love."
She lets out a sigh of relief like she'd been needing to hear that for a long time, and relaxes enough to let me grind my hips into hers. "I don't think it's going to take very long to—oh, fuck!" She shakes, sitting up straighter to get the angle that she loves so much.
I whisper a silent thank you to the gods as she comes hard around me, taking me with her as I let out approximately seven million curses in seven million languages, coming harder than I have in a long, long time. This woman makes me see stars. She buries her pretty face in my neck, exhausted as we quietly catch our breath.
It'sthesemoments, these snippets of peace in my otherwise chaotic world, that I never knew I needed. With her, they're different. I'm so content in her presence, so content to sit in silence and listen to the sound of her breathing. She's changing me, and I just hope it's for the better. I hope she can be patient with me long enough for me to work out how to tell her how I feel.
I’ve been broken and rebuilt so many times now that there are fractures and fissures beneath my skin that stop me from doing and saying everything I want to.
