Page 57 of The Seeker

I nodded, trying to force the nerves from my mind, but it was difficult.

I wanted this. I wanted him.

He pushed my breeches down my legs, and I stepped out of them. But before I could get my bearings, he guided me forward, until I was straddling him on the bed. Goose flesh prickled across my skin.

His lips once again found my breast as his fingers brushed the area between my legs. Although he’d already touched me there, it felt like a lifetime ago, my nerves coming alive at his touch.

I wanted him to push into me, to bring me to pleasure as he had on the cot in Friar’s workroom, but he paused his motions, his arm lifting me off his lap.

I was confused for a moment, until he shifted so he was propped against the headboard, pulling me back into his lap.

“I want to take my time with you,” he breathed. “And this will be more comfortable.”

His hand pressed on the back of my head, forcing my lips back to his. His tongue pressed at the seam of my lips and I granted him access. Distracted by the feeling of his tongue on my teeth, I didn’t realize what his hands were doing until he pressed one finger into my heat, causing me to gasp.

“Mmm . . . that’s my Runa,” he hissed.

He pumped the finger slowly, then used his thumb to press on my clit. Despite my initial nervousness, I reminded myself to relax as I chased my pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?” Otho didn’t wait for a reply before dipping his head back to my nipple, his fingers increasing their pace.

The combination of the stimuli had me fast approaching my orgasm and I groaned as I tipped over the edge, loving the way my inner walls gripped his fingers.

My breathing came in gasps as I leaned against Otho to recover. After several moments, I reached my hand between us, brushing the outline of his cock through his breeches.

I’d forgotten he was still partially clothed.

“I think it’s time to take these off.” My voice was breathy and something in my core ached for him. I knew there was something I was supposed to remember, but before I could grasp the thought, it was gone.

Otho lifted me enough so he could unlace his breeches and push them down his legs. My gaze caught on his cock, which jutted up between us. I reached forward, wrapping my hand around it.

He moaned. “I’ve . . . I’ve dreamed of this day,” he said between gasps as I lazily moved my hand up and down his shaft. “Of us.”

I didn’t reply, focused on my task. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel.

His hand covered mine. “I want to be inside you.”

It was all I could do to bob my head, granting permission, as he grabbed my hips, lining himself up. I rested my hands on his shoulders to balance myself, breathing deeply to remind my body to relax, again. This was Otho—the man I loved.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice husky with arousal.

“Yes.” The word was barely a whisper.

He didn’t need any further encouragement as he pressed me down, our two bodies finally becoming one.

Otho paused, allowing me time to accommodate to his size, the only sound in the room being our shared breathing. His hand trailed lazily down my side, a silent reassurance.

“You feel . . . Hel . . . nothing I can say will accurately describe how I feel right now.” Otho’s words were disjointed as his fingers dug into my hips.

“Did I render the general speechless?” I ran my hand down the side of his face, shifting my hips forward enough to coax a moan from his throat.

“You know I’m always speechless in your presence,” he replied, using his grip on my hips to keep me pressed on him as I moved back and forth on his lap.

It didn’t take long for me to come a second time, and the moment I collapsed, panting, Otho took over, increasing the pace, gasps and moans emerging from his lips, one after another. Our eyes connected, his dark grey irises sending a jolt through me that I couldn’t explain.

That was all it took, and he tossed his head back, his legs shaking beneath me as he rode out his release. He pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my back.

“Oh, Runa, my Runa.” The words sounded like a plea.