Chapter 36 #2
He did not answer, instead his gaze set my insides on fire. There was a raw, primal need in me when his eyes slid down my body. He wanted me – right there and then.
Slowly, I stepped toward him. His eyes followed every move I made with the focus of a predator stalking its prey.
“I missed you,” I whispered, taking his hand into mine.
He did not move, and I did what felt natural, reaching up to kiss his lips and touch his clenched jaw with my fingertips.
His warmth, the scent of fire and burnt leather, and fresh blood, stirred the desperate, unhinged desire that swallowed me whole.
I could not hold back the exhale that escaped my lips, I could not conceal the way I felt about him.
But that was what he wanted; to see my real feelings, and I was ready to show him every last part of my heart and soul.
Tynan stayed still, not responding to the gentle caress of my lips.
I was dying to make him touch me, to feel his skin against mine, to make him forget about everything. I wanted him to burn, the same way I was already ablaze just from these simple touches. I pressed my body against his, and nearly gasped, feeling his hard flesh with my stomach.
“Please,” I whispered, tracing his lower lip with my mouth.
My hands went up his strong chest and I moved my hips closer to feel him again.
When I looked at his face, his mouth was slightly opened, and a touch of pink colored his cheeks. His eyes were on my mouth and I knew I only needed to give a little more to make him lose control.
Carefully, not breaking eye contact, I traced the back of his neck, his jawline.
My fingers lightly brushed his skin while I enjoyed the need in his eyes.
Through our bond, his pleasure shot up my veins like the most powerful drug, intoxicating me, making me desperate and wild.
I wanted him to lose himself, and I was ready to do anything to make him surrender to me.
“Take off your clothes,” his voice sounded rough and strained, as if the weight of his emotions was making it hard for him to speak.
My fingers were shaking when I unbuttoned the top of my flying suit, and he watched me with his eyes half closed. His head pressed against the door, his breathing ragged and raw. When the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, I straightened looking right at him.
“Kiss me. Please,” I whispered.
He swallowed, and his eyes flickered to the golden chain I wore around my waist before returning back to my face.
“Put your hands on the dresser and lean over.”
I walked over to it and gingerly gripped the lip of the top. Then he stepped closer behind me, and my eyes found the reflection of his face in the mirror. He lowered his head and I felt his hot mouth tracing my spine from my neck, and going lower.
“Tynan. I . . .”
His scorching hot lips trailed all the way down to my tailbone and he lightly bit my skin.
I gasped, bathing in a pool of liquid lava.
“Please,” I begged, ready to do anything for this sweetest torture to stop.
His rough, callused hand moved down from my ribs to my abdomen. I placed my hand over it, moving it lower in between my legs. When I looked up, I could see that he was as affected as I was. His eyes found mine just when his fingers slid between my embarrassingly wet thighs.
“Oh, gods!” I closed my eyes already on the verge of orgasm, just from his first touch.
It was maddening, beautiful, and painfully real.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and his hot breath burned my cheek.
I did exactly as he said, and again, our eyes met in the mirror.
His fingers moved in a circular motion, so excruciatingly slow. I bit my lip, ready to beg for more.
“Look at me.” He growled and I opened my eyes, taking in his concentrated face, his furrowed eyebrows.
It was torturous, he wanted to make me beg for more, but he was punishing himself in the process.
Softly, Tynan’s fingers wrapped around my neck and his thumb brushed my lower lip.
It was too much, I could not wait any longer, I needed to feel him at that very moment.
Never averting my eyes, I sucked his thumb into my mouth.
It was his turn to be on the edge and I took my time, caressing his skin with my tongue.
The faint blush had deepened on his cheeks, his umber eyes had turned into liquid heat.
He pressed his forehead against the back of my head and the next moment, his impossibly hard flesh slid between my thighs.
I whimpered, my release already building up, I just needed a little more pressure.
“Eyes on me!” he rasped in my ear and I followed his command.
His hand tangled in my hair when he started moving his hips behind me and the whole dresser shook under me.
“Tynan! I’m going to . . .” I could not finish my sentence, nearly blacking out in an impossibly intense, overwhelming release that seemed never ending.
When at last, my eyes opened again, he had stepped away and was putting his clothes back on.
He was about to button his jacket, when I looked down, realizing that he never finished.
He never allowed himself to go over. My eyes darted to his face; he had closed himself off, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
“Tynan?” I called, my voice trembling. Panic exploded in my chest. I knew it was bad.
What if he did not want to stay with me? What if he could not let go of his anger?
Instead of answering he sat on the bed buttoning his suit. His jaw was set, his eyes hard.
“Are you still angry with me?” I asked, but received no answer.
This was wrong, it was not something I wanted. Through every unfinished thought I had, I realized that no matter what, he still belonged to me. It did not matter if he was too stubborn to see the truth.
Without waiting any longer, following nothing but my instinct, I moved closer to the bed and stood between his legs.
My hand traced the side of his cheek, cupping it.
Now, it was me who was in control, I knew it as well as I knew myself.
He was mine, and it was up to me to show him how wrong he was about everything.
I stilled, allowing his eyes to roam up and down my body.
The tiny muscle in the corner of his mouth twitched.
“You are, aren’t you?”
I studied him, reading every expression that passed over his face. He was jealous, and angry at what he had seen. I could feel it all through our bond.
And then I thought about how much I loved this brooding, silent side of him. For some reason, he thought he could push me away, punish me but that would never work. I knew everything he was feeling through our bond, and even more so, because I knew him as well as I knew myself.
He watched me, no doubt trying to ignore his own feelings, his need for me.
“Can I touch you?” I whispered.
Leaning closer, I placed my hand on his shoulder, tracing over his chest, down to his hard flesh and gently stroked. His lips pressed firmly together. I pushed him onto the bed and mounted his hips.
My hand returned to his steel length and I carefully unbuttoned his pants. When I looked up at Tynan, his eyes were closed, his brows furrowed. He was still trying to fight me, but what he failed to realize was that I had already won.
“I need you.”
Slowly, I lowered my body on top of his and gasped, feeling him inside of me.
Tynan’s hands clenched the sheets and I started moving on top of him, watching his face, wanting him to surrender all control.
Still keeping the agonizingly slow rhythm, I unbuttoned his jacket and traced the skin on his strong muscular chest. The heat started building up deep inside, but I did not care about my own pleasure.
I was looking into Tynan’s eyes, intoxicated by the way he was failing to resist me.
His eyes were on me, sliding down to my breasts, and going lower where our bodies met.
He moved his hand from my waist to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
His lips ravaged mine, forcing me to give him everything I had, and I did.
Tynan’s hold on my hips tightened and he greedily guided my body up and down his hard length.
For the first time, he was taking rather than giving.
His breathing turned erratic, and raw. I knew he was close.
I clenched my inner muscles, enjoying his beautiful surrender, drinking every unhinged breath that escaped his lips.
His fingers dug into my sides, bruising my skin. I leaned closer, watching the muscles of his neck contracting, his eyes were closed and a low growl escaped his lips. It did not matter how much I enjoyed finding my own pleasure, watching his release was addicting, magical, endlessly beautiful.
When the spasms left his body, I stretched on top of him, too eager to hold on to him.
“I missed you,” I whispered.
“Why were you with that man?” he asked, but this time there was no tension in his voice.
“I got a little squished by the crowd. He was just helping.” I sighed, noticing his skeptical look.
He frowned, and I shook my head with a weak smile. “You have to trust me,” I said.
“I trust you,” he replied.
“Really?”
“I don’t trust him.”
“I’m wondering if they noticed my absence.” I turned to look out the window.
“Why?”
“I’m kind of important now,” I said with a laugh, before going on to explain everything that happened while he was gone.
Tynan listened, his hand lazily stroked my lower back.
“What about you? How was your trip?” I asked at last.
“We had to fight an army of crawlers on the way to the temple,” he said.
“Do you think the attack will happen?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. It would be crazy to do nothing and just hope for the best.”
“Don’t . . . leave me again,” I whispered.
He kissed my hair, pressing me harder against his chest.
For the first time in days, I felt at peace, embracing this new reality where both of us were together, and everything else seemed insignificant.
Maybe it was naive, maybe it was foolish to fully immerse myself in someone else and give away so much power, but I did not care.
He was here, he was mine, and I was ready to follow him wherever he would go.
I placed my head back to his chest, full of this new emotion, and suddenly, everything that made my heart ache with worry, disappeared. There was simply no room for anything else. I sighed, feeling too tired to keep my eyes open.