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He hums with approval as I feel him push up onto his knees, dragging his length up along the crease of my legs which are still tightly pressed together. I get no warning. As soon as he finds my entrance, he shoves into me.
I cry out, a wave of euphoria hitting me.
“That’s only half,” he growls.
He rocks in the tight space, shoving forward again and again until, finally, he’s seated deep inside me. It’s dizzying. I’m so full of him. He pauses, breathing hard as he reaches under me and sneaks a hand between my breasts to my collar bone. He hauls me up by my throat.
I scrabble at the hold, trying to get my bearings as he leans back slightly, using his strength to hold me in place, impaled on his cock. His free arm lands along my spine and his fingers grip the back of my neck, effectively completing the circle. “Fuck, yes,” he grunts, pulling me back tighter on his cock.
The fullness, the domination, the divine powerlessness of being pinned on his cock . . . if it’s possible to pass out from sheer bliss, I’m close.
He leans to the side, startling me back into myself. He pulls one of my legs out from between his, then the other one. With my legs on the outside now, he sinks back fully on his haunches and holds my back against his chest.
The new angle allows for him to drag against some kind of magical place inside of me. I flounder, making an incoherent mewling sound.
“Yes, I feel it too,” he whispers at my ear, rubbing his free hand over my belly as if he should be able to feel himself inside of me. “Snug, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathe. And so fucking good, especially when he opens his thighs, spreading mine with them.
“The next time you ignore me, little raven, the next time you withhold yourself, I won’t just re-claim you with a rough fuck, I’ll spank you. And not on your ass.” He gives my clit a gentle slap and my entire body shudders.
Attempting to soothe the sting, he rubs slow circles into my clit, sliding through the wetness. I moan as the blade-thin edge I’m on begins to dissolve. “You’re close again, aren’t you?” he murmurs. Another gentle slap, another shudder, followed by more soothing circles. “But it’s my turn, not yours.” Another slap, this one harder.
With no breath in my lungs, I can’t protest how he pulls out and arranges my body on my elbows and knees on my own fur cloak. When he’s satisfied, he grips my hips tightly and shunts himself back into me. After a few experimental thrusts, he lunges forward as he yanks me back. Holy shit.
“You better not come,” he threatens.
My laugh is cut off by the next thrust of his hips, which begins a series of long, hard, possessive strokes. I can’t think it’s so good, I can only feel. He groans when my impending orgasm has me fluttering around him. “If you come, I’ll fuck you right through it,” he says harshly, pushing a palm to the center of my back, forcing my cheek to the fur. Then I feel him lift one of his legs to plant a foot on the floor. “Do you hear me?”
“Just get on with it,” I rasp, my fingers curling into the cloak near my head, trying to brace myself as he withdraws and sinks deep again. And I do mean deep. We both moan as he bottoms out.
“You’re going to feel this tomorrow.” He thrusts again. “As you’re supposed to.”
The new angle is uncomfortable yet completely divine. Every thrust presses or drags in all the right places and the flutters start up again in earnest. The slap of flesh on flesh fills my ears along with my own keening as my climax barrels down on me, promising me the sweetest of oblivions. I swear it’s his cock swelling even more that sets me off. I scream.
Slowly, I come back to myself, feeling fractured and raw. I’m on my side, gulping down air. A wave of emotion rolls over me along with an icy draft.
The door shuts loudly and I startle. “They left our things on the porch,” Luka says, unrolling a bundle of furs as close to the fire as possible. “I guess your screams convinced them not to knock.” He turns to me when he’s finished arranging them to his liking and his brows pull down. “Why do you cry?” he asks gruffly. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m not crying,” I deny, swiping at my tears as I take in the tall, naked expanse of him. He’s so beautiful. Every honed muscle, every scar, every nick and scrape.
He crouches down to study me. “Come,” he says. “You’re cold.”
Feeling so very drained, I crawl forward to our more comfortable nest. The fire is going strong now and as I lie down, it warms my front. Luka covers me, but instead of joining me, he moves about the cabin. The door opens again and I assume he brings in the rest of our things. I hear him securing the shutters and pouring some water.
Kneeling next to me, he pushes back the furs and lifts my leg to press a cool cloth to the apex of my thighs, wiping gently. It does nothing to stem my silent tears. “Can I bring you something, my little raven?” he asks, his voice as soft as the firelight. “Are you thirsty? Or hungry?”
The tears increase as I shake my head. His taking care of me is setting me further adrift on a sea of my emotions.
Slipping between the furs, he slides his arm under my head and curls himself around me, his front to my back. “Tell me why you’re crying, my little Rina.” His hand trails over my belly. “If I didn’t hurt you, did I scare you?” His lips touch on my bruised shoulder. “Or does this hurt terribly?”
“No, nothing like that.” I give his hand a squeeze, hoping it reassures him. “I think I’m crying because I love you.” Hearing how silly that sounds, I laugh ruefully.
“You love me?” He doesn’t trip over the word this time.
“Of course I love you. I’ve loved you since you sat across from me in the dark and spoke of horses.” I concentrate on the dancing flames in the grate, trying not to worry about his reaction to such an admission. “I might not have known it then, but in hindsight, that’s where it started. Because any man who’s gentle with animals is surely worthy of my love . . . such as it is.”
His chest rises and falls as if giving himself time to form a response. The delay makes my stomach churn with nerves, but I don’t regret my honesty. There comes a time when it’s as necessary as breathing. And for us, that time is now.
