Page 85 of Storm of Ink and Blood

Again, he slipped his hand up the back of her head and grabbed her hair, pulling her face up. “I want to fuck this pretty mouth.”

Her eyes brightened, her cheeks flushing. “Okay,” she breathed as he smirked, pushing her to her knees. She fell before him as he dragged a finger over her jaw. Then he grabbed her chin and tipped her face up.

Taking his cock in his hand, he pumped its length as she licked her lips, watching him with a curious and open expression.

“You want this?” he asked. “You want to suck on it?”

“Yes,” she whispered, and he smiled as he brought her closer, pressing the tip against her mouth. She opened for him, and he allowed just an inch to slip against her warm, wet tongue. He groaned, calling on every ounce of willpower not to drive himself to the hilt.

He pulled out, and Zarya watched him with a raw light burning in her gaze. Fuck, she was so beautiful. So utterly perfect. He rotated his hips, pushing in further as he shuddered, and then pulled out before doing it again.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and she nodded, her mouth too full to speak.

“You’re such a good girl taking my cock so well. Ready for more?”

Again she nodded before he began fucking her mouth, thrusting in and out, feeling himself slide down her throat as she clung to his hips, her fingernails biting into his flesh. He wanted her to mark him. Claim him. Declare to the world that he belonged to her.

It didn’t take long before he felt himself thickening, every vein pulsing and throbbing. Then he came with a guttural moan that rocked through every fiber of his body. “Swallow it all,” he ordered, and she did as he demanded before he slid out with a pop.

With his hand still gripped in her hair, he dropped down and kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. He groaned, their tongues meeting in a wash of teeth and lips and heat. Then he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his hips, his hands firmly gripping her ass.

He carried her across the room and tossed her on the bed before shoving off his pants and placing a knee on the mattress.

“Ready to be filled up, Spitfire?” he asked as he crawled over her like a tiger stalking a mouse across an open plain. There was nowhere she could run or hide.

“Yes,” she gasped as he ran a hand up her smooth thigh and along the side of her ribs before he cupped a round breast in his hand. She writhed as he leaned down to suck on her nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue before he bit down.

“Rabin,” she moaned as her head tipped back and her back arched off the mattress. His hand slid between her legs, where he found her so fucking wet and ready. Then he kissed her again as he circled her clit, reveling in the desperate sounds she made. He leaned forward and dragged his cock along the seam of her pussy.

Pressing into her entrance, he took his time, going slowly, so slowly, torturing himself as he worked his way into her tightness. A rumble built in his chest as her heat climbed over his shoulders and down his limbs, seeking out every cold, dead corner of his spirit and filling them with warm light. Her slickness made every hair on his body react.

“Fuck,” he whispered against her lips. “How could you think this is anything but destiny, Zarya?”

She couldn’t seem to answer as he pulled out and thrust into her with force, her back curving as she cried out. “This is the only cock you’ll ever touch again. Do you understand?”

He thrust once more, and she nodded. “Yes, oh fuck!” she cried out as he circled her clit with his thumb, driving into her with abandon as their flesh slapped and their breaths tangled in the charged air between them.

She clawed at his back and shoulders. “More,” she said. “More.”

He answered her pleas, driving into her and hooking a knee under her leg before he lifted it up so he could sink so deep he’d never find a way out.

“Zarya,” he grumbled as he thrust again, and then she cried out as he felt her walls tighten around him, drawing him in, making his vision blur in a wash of white. He churned into her until he felt himself tense, and then he came with a moan that shuddered straight through the marrow of his bones.

He leaned down to kiss her deeply, trying to convey the message he couldn’t put into words yet. He would never fear whatever lay ahead as long as she stood by his side.

He was hers, body and soul, no matter what happened next.

THIRTY

Zarya slowly blinked awake to the soft chirp of birds, the rush of a breeze through the leaves, and the soothing trickle of water. Wrapped in Rabin’s arms, she stared at the translucent white curtains and the leaves beyond, recalling every vivid moment of the previous night.

Take things slowly, indeed.

Maybe it had been foolish to jump into bed with him again so quickly, but when she thought about the way he had worshiped her body, she was having trouble feeling bad about her choices. Especially as she snuggled down in the soft white sheets, luxuriating in the feel of Rabin’s warm breath dusting the back of her neck.

She’d just lie here forever if she could, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d just hightailed it out of Ishaan two days ago. She’d sent a note to Yasen explaining that she was fine and that she’d be back soon, but her responsibilities weighed on her conscience.

Rabin shifted, and she turned around to find him awake with a soft smile on his face.