CHAPTER 84 Torj
CHAPTER 84
Torj
‘There is little known of the veil between the tangible nature of scars and what lies beyond’
– Magical Transference
A S W REN CLIMAXED beneath him with his name on her lips, Torj lost control. With his heart about to punch a hole through his chest, he erupted with a shout, his release spilling into her with the primal urge to claim, the sensation nearly unbearable.
A moan broke from him as he shuddered in rapture that had him quaking above her in awe. Wren was flushed and damp with sweat, her eyes wide and lips parted.
Torj didn’t trust himself to speak, not when every feeling roiling through him was so raw. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her, a long and deep exploration of her mouth.
Then, he slid out of her, a soft gasp breaking from her as he did, as though she mourned the loss of him inside her already. Torj bit back another moan of his own as he watched his release spill from her, suppressing the urge to push it back in with his fingers, his cock already hardening again at the sight.
Wren made a noise of disbelief. ‘How...How are you ready again so soon?’
Smug pride bloomed in his chest. ‘Hasn’t anyone ever told you about Warsword stamina, Embers? I want you, always.’
Wren stared at him. ‘So that’s what it’s like...’
Torj’s gaze inched up her body, where he met her stare with a heated one of his own. ‘What what’s like?’
‘Sex, real sex...Sex with you.’
Heart still racing, he lay down beside her, propping himself up on his elbow so he could survey her fully. ‘Embers, that was beyond sex.’
‘You mean it’s not always like that for you?’
A breath shuddered out of him, and he fought to contain the swell of emotions gathering in his chest, stirring the tempest beneath his scars. ‘It’s never like that,’ he told her. ‘Only with you.’
Wren inhaled sharply. ‘Oh.’
Torj rubbed at his scars, a strange pressure building there.
‘What is it?’ she asked, covering his hand with hers.
Torj warred with himself. He wanted to be honest, to pour his feelings out and give her everything he had, but...he didn’t want to scare her, didn’t want the intensity to be too much.
She seemed to sense his hesitation. ‘You can tell me anything.’
He cradled her head in his hands and kissed her, fresh waves of desire washing over him, stronger than any drug. He was drowning in her. He hauled her into his lap, his fingers lacing through her hair, the kiss becoming more urgent, more fevered. He moaned as he felt the slick heat of her core against his cock. One shift of his hips and he’d be sheathed inside her again. Wren ground against him, seeking that friction too.
But no matter how deeply he kissed her, or how passionately she kissed him back, there was no holding it in any longer.
He broke away from her, the words spilling out.
‘I’m in love with you. So fucking in love with you, Embers.’
Wren froze in his arms, breath catching as his cock lined up perfectly with her. Gods, his skin was alive with lightning everywhere they touched, all his senses heightened.
‘Love?’ she said quietly.
‘Yes,’ he told her fiercely. If he was going to offer her his wretched, dark heart, then he would do it right. ‘In love. With you. And I’m done denying it. Done fighting it.’
Wren stared at him, a blush staining the tops of her cheeks.
And then, oh so slowly, she sank down onto the length of him.
A low, carnal sound escaped from Torj’s lips, and his hands shot to Wren’s hips.
‘You’re in love with me,’ she repeated, shifting herself experimentally.
Torj’s head tipped back, arousal pulsing at his cock, a delicious kind of torture. ‘Yes,’ he said, grabbing her hand and setting it to his scars. ‘You feel it here, Embers. You have since that day on the battlefield. It’s you. Furies save me, it’s always been you.’
Giving himself over to the dark frenzy, Torj gripped her arse, hard, and moved her over him, so he could hit that spot inside her.
But Wren slowed. ‘I—’
‘You don’t have to say it,’ he said hoarsely. ‘I just want you to know that I’m yours. That even when I’m nothing but ash, I’ll still be yours.’
Wren let out a cry as she rode him, sliding up and down his cock, her head thrown back, her hands reaching up to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples.
Gods, this woman was lightning and fire.
When she looked at him, he eased his thrusts, drawing them out beneath her, long and steady enough to capture her mouth with his, to brand her with a kiss that she’d feel deep in her soul.
For he felt it in his. An alignment of the very magic that she’d poured into him once.
‘Torj?’ she said, breaking away.
‘Hmm?’
‘I’m yours as well.’
‘Well, thank fuck for that,’ he muttered. All notion of restraint snapped, his chest swelling as he flipped her onto her back and drove into her.
She was his.
His balls tightened at the thought, begging to empty into her again. She arched up to meet him, and he revelled in the way her body responded to his.
He moaned with her, holding both their pleasure in the palm of his hand, never wanting it to end, but desperate to come.
Torj didn’t hold himself in check, not this time. He kissed her, deep and dominating, claiming her with every stroke of his tongue and every savage thrust of his hips. He couldn’t contain himself, not when it came to what was his.
And Elwren Embervale belonged to him, mind, body and soul.
Her nails scored his chest, and wildly, he hoped she’d break skin, so he could wear her marks proudly.
‘Torj...’ she rasped as his fingers found her clit and he drove her to that intoxicating crest. He felt her clenching around him, succumbing to the waves of ecstasy he was wringing from her.
‘Break apart for me,’ he told her through the haze of his own longing, his own climax charging straight for him.
Wren writhed beneath him. ‘Yes...’
With a broken gasp, she trembled beneath him, her whole body tensing as the force of her orgasm took hold. He felt it around his cock, and her cries set off his own release.
He came inside her again with a roar, slowing his strokes to luxurious glides into that drugging heat, drawing out both their climaxes until they were both trembling.
In the aftermath of the war, where the world was muted in ash, Wren was a burst of colour.
The words spilled from his lips between breathless kisses. ‘I love you.’
A storm sang between them. And in the whisper of breath between the best orgasm of his life and the world coming back into focus...
He thought he saw a glimmer of gold.