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She could feel his fingers grabbing her thigh to hold her open. His other hand moved lower to slide into her body. When his fingers curled inside her, she didn't try to resist. Dahlia's back arched, her hips pumped, and her body moved in time with everything he was doing to her. Suck after suck, his hand pumped into her, driving her ever higher, and she just let it happen.
And Thane ate her out like he loved every second of it. This man didn't work her like it was a chore or as if he was just trying to get to the "good stuff." He enjoyed himself, backing off when she began to tense, only to start working her higher again - yet Dahlia wouldn't beg. If this was the way he wanted it, then she would simply take, because he was her toy. That was something she could deal with.
This beautiful, powerful warrior had given himself to her. He was her conquest, her spoils of the battles they'd fought. If Mei was the casualty, then she owed it to her lost love to claim everything until the Inquisition was left in shambles, and Thane was the first step.
And thinking like that allowed her to finally stop fighting herself. It was just enough for her to give in, and the pleasure rushed through her. He sucked again, pumping his hand into her a little deeper, and her body lost control. Her legs clenched tight around him, holding her future husband in place, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on it even as she pushed him closer with the grip, and she came undone.
A groan fell from her lips, but it was soft and choked back. Her eyes flew open, finding nothing but the toned lines of his back and ass waiting for her to enjoy. Over and over, her body pulsed with the waves of pleasure, each one fueled by the amazing vitality of her hunter. Not a hunter, not their hunter, buthers.
As the last of her orgasm faded, Dahlia melted into the bed, a pleased smile on her lips. "Impressive," she murmured contentedly.
He chuckled as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his arm, and then he crawled his way up her body. "Yeah? Well, now it's my turn."
His hand landed right beside her neck just as he shifted his hips. Dahlia made no move to stop him, wrapping her legs around his hips instead. He filled her slowly, teasing her with every thick inch that slid into her body while he leaned in to kiss her mouth again. This time, he was the one grabbing the back of her hair, pulling her up and into him.
When he began to rock, she could feel his ass flex. Her sensitive body hummed with the power he was giving her, but she just kept taking. There was a rush to that feeling, a little extra edge to the pleasure he was giving her, but Thane didn't try to make this hard and fast. Instead, he pleased her, caressing her body with his free hand, holding himself up with the other, and every thrust was calculated and intentional, wringing the most out of her body that he could.
In her very long afterlife, Dahlia had been with many lovers. Men, women, and those who fell somewhere in between, she had sampled it all, but something about this was more. She didn't want to say better. She wasn't ready to give him that position in her life, but it was definitely more - the kind of more that came from her head instead of her pussy.
He touched her, learning her body by feel. He moved with her, listening for every caught breath and muffled moan. And while she didn't want to notice, she couldn't help but see how he looked at her. Those dark brown eyes of his glowed with the power of an inquisitor, filled with the corona of the sun and hanging on her features like he cared just a little too much.
Because this wasn't fucking. This was softer, more meaningful, and deeper than that. She wanted it, refusing to try to make it something shallow and forgettable, but she refused to give it a name. This was too much, too fast, and too permanent, and she just wasn't ready, although she also didn't want it to stop.
So she kissed him back a little harder. With the amount of his life fueling her, she could now smell the spicy scent of his shampoo as her mouth found his neck. She could taste the salt on his skin. Every time his body pumped into her, she rocked with him, taking him just a little deeper as she enjoyed every slow, sensual movement. For just a moment, the entire world could wait, because this, right here, was all that mattered.
And she finally stopped thinking.
Slick skin slid against hard muscles. Tongues tangled and their hands moved, trying desperately to touch every inch of each other. Thane made deep grunts when she pushed herself onto him. She gasped, a hint of her voice wrapped around the breath. Her toes curled. His fingers tightened. The sheets and blankets were wrinkled beneath them, the soft fabric like another caress against her back. Even the pillows rustled with their movements, the sound like a whisper of approval, and she felt it all.
Then she rolled her hips. The movement pressed her clit against him just a little more. Thane pressed back, sending even more sensation through her. Shifting his hand, he found her breast, flicking his thumb across the hardened nipple even as his fingers clasped her ribs to hold her against him. When he rocked into her again, she finally cried out.
The sound was still soft, more of a mewl or a whimper, but she couldn't hold it back. Shefelthim. All of him. It was as if the barrier she'd known for so long was finally gone, and she felt everything. The air on her skin, the heat of his breath, and all the pleasure built to a peak inside her. It was right there, so close, and all hers. All she had to do was stop fighting this and take.
Finding his mouth again, she kissed him like nothing else mattered, and gave in. Thane thrust deeper, angling his hips to press against something even better, and she knew she couldn't hold off. The next pump had her nails digging into his back. The one after sent her over the edge, and Dahlia lost control.
She came hard around him, giving herself to this man in a way she hadn't expected. Thane managed two more thrusts before he joined her, their bodies locking up as the pleasure took over, and all she could do was cling to his body.
When she could finally breathe again, Dahlia let him go and relaxed back onto the bed. Thane reached up to brush her hair away from her face, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at her, almost like he was memorizing the moment, and then he slid out of her body and dropped down beside her.
His next words weren't at all what she expected. "Maybe you can teach me Chinese," he said, turning to look at her. "That way we won't forget her."
We.
Without thinking, she rolled into him, tucking her head against his shoulder and hugging one arm around his chest. All she could do was nod, because she didn't trust her own voice to work. Thane kissed the top of her head and curled his arm around her back. The feeling was nice, like he was protecting her.
But Dahlia couldn't remember the last time that had happened. She was supposed to be the protector. So why did this feel so... nice?
ChapterFourteen
DAHLIA
The next morning, Dahlia woke to a gentle hand pushing her hair away from her face. A smile curled her lips, and for just a moment, she forgot when she was. That was how Mei had woken her up. Every day for so many centuries, the soft trailing of her fingers was all that Dahlia needed to face a new day.
Then it came again, but this time she realized the fingers were rough when they slid over her skin. The rhythm was wrong. Cracking her eyes open, she found Thane crouched beside the bed, dressed. His hand smoothed back her hair one more time, proving it had been him.
"How long have you been up?" she asked, feeling the memory of her lost lover dissipate much too fast.
He ducked his head and chuckled. "A few hours. You also have company. Seems there's a witch here with a dress for you. I mean, if you still want to go through with this?"
