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I ignored him, sinking my cock inside in slow increments until I was up to the hilt. Lonan groaned when my hips met his ass, wrists trying to twist in my grip. After sliding my cock out to the head, I pushed back inside with more force, making us both grunt.
“Faster,” Lonan ordered again, then bared his teeth at me in a breathless snarl. “If you’re going to leave me behind, fuck me hard so I can remember it while you’re gone.”
Anger rushed back up. Or maybe it had never left, just been temporarily dulled by the sharp, overwhelming wave of lust. I bucked my hips, thrusting my cock inside him so hard that his body jerked. His head fell back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a helpless groan.
And then I couldn’t stop. I started fucking him in jarring, pounding thrusts with no finesse, only anger and lust and overwhelming love for him driving me. Lonan was moaning breathlessly, growing louder than I’d ever heard him. I finally released his wrists to hook my elbows under his knees, jacking his hips up and bending him in half as my hips pounded.
“Fuck.” Lonan’s long fingers curled around the headboard, holding on for dear life as my furious thrusts jerked his folded body up over and over again.
He clenched around my cock, impossibly tight and hot. My body was on fire, sweating and overheated, and my dick swelled when Lonan released the headboard to fist my hair, yanking me down.
But not to kiss me. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, locking me in place. His oil-slicked cock slid over my stomach, and I felt it throb against my agonisingly sensitive skin as his limbs locked up and shook violently.
He cried out against my neck, hips trying to buck despite how immobile I was keeping him. His cock jerked, ribbons of hot cum striping my stomach as it pumped out of him forcefully. His ass squeezed around my cock until I almost couldn’t thrust anymore, but it didn’t matter. My orgasm tightened my balls and rushed up my length, hips jerking forward helplessly to plunge as deep as I could.
“Fuck.” The shout burned my throat as I started to come, pressing my hot forehead into the pillow beside his head. My hips twitched with each hard spurt, cock flexing inside him.
When it finally ended, I was shaking like a leaf. Lonan trembled beneath me, his hands gentling in my hair and his unsteady breaths heating my neck.
I didn’t know how to act as I released his legs and carefully slid out of him with a hoarse moan. Was everything okay now? Had he accepted that he wouldn’t be coming with me?
When I reluctantly lifted my head to look at him, I realised that honestly, Lonan looked too fucked out to care anymore. His cheeks were flushed, lips parted around his panting breaths, hooded eyes sleepy. Damp hair stuck to his temples, so I reached up to hesitantly push it back.
Lonan’s eyes softened, regret flooding his gaze. He pulled my head down, and his mouth was even softer and sweeter than usual in the aftermath of all that anger-fuelled lust. I slicked my tongue against his languidly, not wanting to fight with him anymore, in any way.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, bringing his hands round to cup my face.
“It’s okay,” I said quickly, relief making my already trembling body even weaker. “I’m sorry too. Please tell me you understand,” I added in a pleading mumble. “I just want to keep you safe.”
Lonan’s face tightened, but after a second he nodded. “I understand.”
Chapter Four
Ash
It was only just dawn when Lonan and I made our way into the front hall a couple of days later. I’d told him that he didn’t need to wake up early to see me off, and he’d simply shot me a dry, unimpressed look in response.
Our footsteps echoed on the stone floor. Some of the staff were already up, we’d passed several on our way down, but the hall was empty as we came to a stop.
Lonan turned to face me. “You have enough arrows?”
My mouth quirked into a smile, and I reached back to pat my stuffed quiver. “Yes. As you can see.”
His mouth pursed. He gave me a stiff nod before gesturing to the dagger strapped to my hip. “I sharpened that for you.”
“Did you?” I glanced down at it. “When?”
“The other night. You were asleep.”
I looked at him with a frown. “Why weren’t you?”
He just shrugged and reached out to snag the front of my shirt, tugging me closer. My hands slid round his waist as he kissed me, his tongue gliding greedily into my mouth.
We hadn’t really discussed my trip since our argument two nights ago. The following morning, we’d acted like that weird, angry fuck had never happened, even as he’d watched me mop up the spilled oil on the bedroom floor. Neither of us had brought it up since.
The bite mark was still there on my shoulder, a faded crescent bruise. My gut tightened with anxiety-tinged lust every time I spotted it.
“I’ll miss you,” I couldn’t help but say when the kiss ended.
