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That hollowness inside me is getting worse, and when Troj’s palm squeezes at my other breast and his soft kisses make a trail down my body, I have to grip his bedsheets and bite my lip to ground me to something.
My hips seem to move on their own accord, making gentle rocks against his fully clothed body as he lowers himself over me. A jolt of pleasure rattles through my center when his fingers grip into the waistband of my jeans, and he presses kiss through the denim on the exact spot that craves him so badly.
He keeps his eyes on mine as he stands up on his knees between my legs and pops open the first button on my jeans, working them slowly to allow me time to stop him.
But I won’t.
When he flicks the final one open, I watch his arms tense as he rolls them off my thighs, removing them from my ankles, and taking my panties along with them. He keeps one of my feet cradled in his hand and turns his head slightly, his eyes still holding mine as he presses one of those perfect kisses against my ankle.
I watch how he studies my naked form, before he leans his body back over mine, taking my wrists in his hands and sliding them up over my head.
“It’s gonna feel so good to be inside you,” he whispers, torturing me by sliding his nose over my jaw. And as his hand pushes between us, I feel the brush of his fingertip slip through my folds. The contact awakens something from the pit of my stomach that cries out for more, and he applies more pressure as if he hears all the thoughts in my head. I feel myself get wetter between my legs and even then, I don't tell him to stop.
“I’m sorry,” I manage in between stuttered breaths, but Troj’s tongue silence’s me, slipping into my mouth and rolling around mine to the same rhythm of his finger.
He doesn't seem to care how wet I am, as his touch lowers, swirling circles around my entrance and making the desperation to feel him inside me even worse.
“I’m gonna give you my first, okay?” I feel his smirk against my cheek as his hand continues to stir beautiful torture between my legs. He lowers himself back down my body, covering my skin with kisses and making every nerve inside me tingle.
He stops when he gets to my thighs and when I look down at him, he nods at me reassuringly before his breath meets with my sensitive flesh, and his warm, wet tongue slowly laps through my center.
I gasp loudly, squeezing my eyes shut as my stomach capsizes, and heat pools between my legs, drenching the finger Troj is still teasing me with. He edges his fingertip slowly inside me, curling his finger and taunting me while his tongue flicks against me. As I open my eyes, I’m greeted with that chocolate-colored gaze looking up at me.
The pulsing between my legs quickly escalates, building in strength and taking over the rest of my body. I don’t know if it’s fear or excitement that makes me cry out, I have no control of myself anymore.
I give up trying, I let the pleasure ride over me and consume me, and what comes with it is unworldly. My body trembles, and I feel myself clamp tight around the tip of his finger as I call out his name, clinging to his sheets for dear life as my feet climb up the bed. I’m so tense that I feel my heartbeat thudding, and Troj’s eyes smile at me while my hips rock uncontrollably against his mouth.
“Fuck,” I curse, realizing it's Troj’s hair that I’m gripping now, not the sheets. And after one final rush of pleasure, I finally manage to breathe again. Troj’s lips touch one final kiss against me before he climbs up my body and takes my mouth with his. I can taste myself on his tongue, and despite that being all kinds of wrong, I like it.
“Feel better?” He props himself up on his elbow and rests his head on his hand.
“You scratched the itch,” I tell him breathlessly, covering my face with embarrassment when we both start to laugh.
“You know that’s my second favorite sound in the world,” Troj tells me, his fingers sliding between mine before he pulls my hand up to his mouth and kisses it.
“What’s your favorite?” I ask, frowning at him curiously.
“The sound you make when you come apart on my tongue,” he tells me. Quickly rolling on top of me again, his fingers attack under my ribs before I can whack him for being crude.
“Troj…” I wait until we’ve both stopped laughing. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced in my life,” I admit, not caring if it sounds pathetic and inexperienced.
“I’m glad you think so, because that's how I plan on waking you up every morning for the rest of your life once you become Mrs. Knox.” I can’t hide the smile on my face, and when he moves into a new position and I feel him pressing hard against me, it reminds me that this is just the start of what’s to come.
“Does it hurt when you put it inside?” I look down to the bulge in Troj’s jeans, wondering how it will ever fit inside me, especially when just the tip of his finger had felt like it was stretching me. Troj rolls back onto his side.
“First time, and maybe a little after that. But we’ll take it steady.”
“I know you will.” I rub my nose against his before snuggling into his chest.
“Can you stay?” he asks. His fingers run trails over my skin and it feels too good for me to even consider leaving.
“I’ll just tell my uncle I left early to help Tayen with the little ones. I can’t use that excuse after today, they move home in the morning.” I sigh sadly.
“We won’t need excuses for long, Shan, you’re mine now,” he reminds me, tucking me in closer to him.
I wake up before he does and spend a little time watching him sleep. I try to find a part of him that’s not perfect as I run my hands through his long thick hair, and I don't even realize I’ve made the inch thick braid behind his ear until I get to the end of it and have nothing to tie it off with. Most of the men from my village wear a braid in their hair. I always figured my husband would too, and with that thought in mind. I take the thread out of mine, keeping my lucky bead attached to it, and use it to tie up the braid.
It’s been many years since the men from our tribe have had to be warriors, but Troj will be one for all of us. Kissing him on his cheek, I carefully slide out of bed to use the bathroom.
