Chapter 18 #2
There was only so much a man could take. Eryn rolled her hips again, her knee grazing my dick as she threw her leg over mine. I thought any latent energy from the attack would manifest in nightmares, not…this. Gods, this was a test in restraint—one I was a touch away from failing.
I had nightly dreams of flipping her over and burying myself in her tight heat, urged on by her innocent writhing and soft moans. With those images in my head, how was I supposed to cope? Feeling around for a spare pillow to use as a buffer, I realized they had all been pushed to the floor.
Fuck. This needed to stop before it went too far. Then again, Eryn welcomed my touch earlier. She basked in it. It was possible she was open to me helping her sate this need, and there was only one way to find out.
“Princess,” I whispered into her ear.
Her body answered my call with another roll and press of her damp panties against my hip.
I had a flash of worry for her stitches; she could pull them moving like that.
I clamped a hand on her thigh and rolled until she lay on her back with me propped on one arm above her.
Long lashes fluttered against her cheeks, but she didn’t wake.
Easing her leg down, I lifted her long shirt to check the bandage and found no blood. Thank the gods.
I groaned as another wave of heat spiked down the bond. Eryn’s entire body tensed like a spring wound too tight. Her moans were broken apart by shallow pants, and I applied light pressure to her lower abdomen when her hips began to writhe against me again. Enough of this.
“Princess,” I growled, louder than before.
Her eyes sprang open and met mine in the dark. We said nothing, wrapped in the spell that ensnared us both. Her chest rose and fell as her body backed off the edge. I could tell she was close by the light sheen of sweat on her skin and the way her stomach flexed beneath my palm.
“Do you need assistance?”
A little more of that fog cleared as she answered, “What?”
“I’m assuming you want to finish?” My hand stretched until the tip of my pinky traced low, along the band of her panties. “By the sounds you were making, it wouldn’t take much to get you there.”
I held my breath as I awaited her answer. The attraction between us flared, so I knew I’d captured her interest. Embarrassment tampered with that lingering need, but I hoped we had built enough trust that she’d give me the green light.
The silence stretched on, unbearable. I felt her indecision, felt the moment her arousal won out, and she folded to her body’s demands.
“I need…” she whimpered, and my hand traced a path lower.
“Tell me what you need, princess.”
Her panties were soaked. I teased the delicate skin along the edge of the cotton material, and her hips lifted.
“Yesss,” she hissed, realizing I already knew how to answer the cues she was giving me. My thumb brushed over her, barely a graze with the barrier between us. “It doesn’t mean anything,” she quickly said.
The words hit like barbs directly to my heart.
Doesn’t mean anything? I scowled at the idea that this was an empty encounter, that anyone could bring her body to life like this.
Slipping my hand into her panties, I pressed a finger to her entrance.
Her hips jerked, and I slid through the slick proof of her lies.
My scowl smoothed into a smirk when she arched into my touch. “I disagree.”
At the hitch in her breath, I added more pressure, easing in just the tip of my finger.
“How so?” she asked, groaning.
“This right here.” I pulled out and teased her again before thrusting two fingers inside.
“This proves you’re not as indifferent as you pretend to be.
” I captured her mouth, eagerly silencing the moans that spilled past her lips as I crooked those fingers until her legs tensed.
“You’re so wet for me,” I groaned, adding my thumb to the mix.
I used it to circle her clit as I plunged deeper.
She clenched around the intrusion and panted into my kiss.
Breaking away, I nibbled along her jaw and down the side of her neck.
She tipped her head back to give me better access.
Further down I went, sucking her straining nipple into my mouth, shirt and all.
“Oh!” she whimpered.
I relished the silky feel of her, the glazed look in her eyes.
“Look at you,” I hummed, and strummed my thumb across her clit again.
My chest burned with the urge to rip the flimsy scrap of fabric down her legs and take her for myself. I grunted and instead rubbed my dick against her side like a horny teenager.
“Kaiden,” she cried out. “The bond.”
I was in control, no matter how much my dick wished I wasn’t. The bond was reacting to our heightened arousal and close contact, but nothing would come of it unless I ignored my conscience and crossed that line.
“Shh. Just feel.”
Her legs were long past trembling; they convulsed as she fought to hold back the climax I knew hovered right there. My own loomed heavy and painful with each grind against her. Fuck, I was going to blow in my boxers. I hadn’t done that since…well, since I learned how to control myself.
But this girl threw that control out the window.
A couple of well-directed thrusts partnered with the silk of my boxers allowed me to free half my length from its constricting prison.
The smooth glide of my head against her skin was as close to heaven as I’d ever been.
I doubled down on her clit until she arched, angling her hips so that my fingers raked that spot inside her with each thrust.
“Give it to me,” I demanded.
Her entire body locked as she came, that perfect pussy clenching down on my fingers.
I hardly had enough thought to keep them moving as my own climax hit.
Pure pleasure raged through my veins and down the bond to meet the bliss racing at me from her side.
It was beyond contentment, it was a split-second feeling of perfection.
Of belonging. The warmth of her against me as we caught our breath felt like home. Until she shattered the illusion with more lies.
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
I froze, seconds away from wrapping myself around her to bask in our newfound connection.
She couldn’t mean that. But she did. I felt her pulling away and swiftly shut down my side of the bond before she could catch the pain reverberating through me.
I pulled my hand away from her and wiped my sticky fingers on her stomach.
“You can handle clean up, right?” I threw out, and rolled off my side of the bed in search of fresh boxers and a little privacy to lick my wounds.
I allowed myself one glance back to see the proof of what she fought so hard to deny. All I saw was a beautiful goddess, splayed out like an indecent lure as she quickly tried to mask her hurt and confusion at my abrupt manner.
Too bad.
I couldn’t nurse my own heart and protect her feelings at the same time. What did it matter anyway? It didn’t mean anything.
“Careful of the stitches as you clean my cum off your side. Tissues are on the nightstand,” I called out, as I stormed into the ensuite and slammed the door.