Page 69 of Sent To A Fantasy World and Now All the Men Want Me 7

“Sorry,” I told him with a sheepish smile. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around the dragon bomb you dropped on me. Bad timing on my part.”

“I’ll agree with that sentiment.” Onyx cut his eyes at me, the irises flaring brighter. “But what is this bomb you speak of? I dropped nothing of the sort.”

I snickered at that. Once again, my contemporary world clashed with this medieval fantasy one.

“Let’s just say there are things I need to tell you too,” I said, smoothing my hands over the cords of muscle in his upper back. Wide shoulders that dipped down to a lean waist. “My life before Bremloc and what brought me there.”

Onyx moved aside my bangs. “A story that will have to wait for later.”

“That eager, huh?” I asked with a taunting wiggle of my hips. “You have me all to yourself in this cave. What do you plan to do with me, my lord?”

“Everything.” He slid his hand down my body and teased the skin of my inner thigh. “Sink into your warmth until I no longer feel the ice in my bones. Unravel every inch of you and burn myself into your very soul. And then later, days, weeks, or months from now, I’ll look back on this moment and remember that you were right. That there was a happy place for us after all. Here beside this spring.”

My sternum squeezed.

He closed the gap between our mouths. The kiss was soft. Unrushed. Like we had all the time in the world and that nothing outside that cave existed. He nipped the edge of my lip before grazing his teeth over it.

Chills erupted on my skin, and I tightened my hold on his waist, tugging him closer.

“Look who’s eager now,” he said after settling between my legs.

“Shut up and kiss me, you insufferable demon.” I arched up into him, seeking the heat of his mouth. Seeking… everything. All he was willing to give.

“An order I don’t mind following.” Onyx grabbed my face and crushed his lips to mine, dipping his tongue into my mouth.

Kisses became more frenzied, and touches deepened, our bodies humming with the need to sate the bond surging between us. To become whole. The intensity of it was mind-altering, how much I could crave another person. And the way my soul purred at the feel of his weight on top of me.

“More,” I begged, scraping my nails down his spine. My ass ached from the fucking my other men had given me last night, but a restlessness stirred low in my belly. One only he could soothe. I wrapped my legs around his hips and grinded upward, rutting against him. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Such a vulgar tongue you have.” Onyx smiled against my cheek as he slowly moved his hips. “Unbecoming of a little bird.”

I snorted, both amused and so aroused I could barely think clearly. “Stop teasing me. You’re the one who said you want to sink into my warmth. So do it. Fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“You can’t walk as it is,” he said. “Without tripping anyway.”

“God, you’re so mean to me,” I whined.

A low laugh escaped his lips before he rejoined them with mine. His silky black hair fell around me, the strands holding traces of woodsmoke. Carnal desire consumed us both. But something else did too. A connection that went soul deep.

The balance had shifted between us. No longer was he like a cryptic puzzle with the hidden message in the center, one that would be forever ruined by ink if not carefully solved. I saw some of that message now. He did want to be loved; he just feared the aftermath if it was torn away. Feared feeling the ice on his skin again.

The trickling stream merged with the sound of our panting breaths as we kissed and groped each other. Sparks of arousal filled the space around us, clouding my mind with nothing but thoughts of joining our bodies. To feel him deep inside, the heat of his skin burning into mine, his flames merging with mine.

“Evan,” he murmured between kisses, sinking his fingers into the back of my hair. My name sounded like a plea on his lips. “I…”

“You what?” I panted, my heart pounding from the lust racing through my bloodstream but also the crackle of electricity stirred by the force of our fated bond.

A moment passed where he said nothing. He tucked his face into the crease of my neck, his breaths tickling my skin.

“Onyx?” I touched his chin and tipped his face back to mine. Refusing to let him hide from me. “Talk to me.”

As his eyes met mine, I saw the heat of arousal setting the irises aflame but something much softer lingered there too. Instead of answering, he reclaimed my lips, kissing me so deep my toes curled.

Our hearts thrummed together as we came together on the cave floor, losing ourselves in the feel of each other. Surrendering to the bond neither of us could fight against. Pretending nothing outside that cave existed.

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A soak in the hot spring had never felt more amazing. The post-orgasm haze definitely helped with that. Certainly helped with my achy muscles.