Chapter 26 #2
When his fingers slipped between my legs and pressed onto my clit, I came undone within seconds, and it was exhilarating. Faster than ever before, and that was because I wasn’t thinking, wasn’t trying to move, to touch him, to hold back.
I came with his name on my lips, and he swallowed my every whisper into his mouth eagerly—but he wasn’t done.
I was still reeling from the aftermath of the first orgasm, but somehow he continued to touch me, to rub me, to press the tips of his fingers to my entrance with exactly the right pressure, and I was on fire like I never came in the first place.
The water moved in perfect rhythm with his hand, adding to everything so perfectly, but that wasn’t all.
When he pushed me to sit a little straighter so he could have better access to my body, he sat up, too, to give me space, and that’s when I saw the water.
It was black, overrun by his shadows, and they moved together with it.
I could have sworn I was sitting in a tub of black ink, except when the water moved on the sides of the tub, it didn’t stain the white of it.
It was just magic, and it was all over me, touching every little inch of me at the same time.
Rune let go of me for just a second, took his shirt off, and sat in the tub behind me.
I couldn’t move if I tried. I only watched him position me as he liked, there between his legs.
He lay me down against his chest, put the back of my head on the crook over his shoulder.
Mesmerized, I watched the shadows in the water moving, and I couldn’t see his hands, but I felt them all over me, massaging, digging into my skin, rubbing me exactly right.
I didn’t see his face but felt his burning lips on my cheek and my ear, my forehead and my eyes, and before I knew it, the bathroom was filled with my moans, and my body was moving against the black water and his shadows relentlessly.
My God, I had never experienced anything like it. It was like I had hands all over me, Rune’s hands. His shadows touched me with exactly the right speed and precision, too.
Meanwhile, I touched the clouds with mine, over and over and over again…
Never did I think possible that I could lose count of my orgasms, but this time I did.
Because he didn’t stop, didn’t give me a second to breathe even when I came screaming at the top of my lungs, both from his hands, and his praise that he whispered in my ear, and his shadows that added intensity to everything he was doing to me.
I thought I might pass out soon, and I would willingly surrender to anything he asked. At that point it was pretty clear to me that he knew me and what I needed so much better than I ever could, so it was ridiculously easy to submit to Rune.
But before I did, he suddenly growled as he bit the side of my neck, then grabbed me by the hips and basically hauled me out of the water within the second.
I held onto his forearms, too surprised to even scream, but then Rune was already moving me down again, higher up on his hips. On his hard cock that I’d gotten so used to feeling against my back, I hadn’t even noticed.
He was still wearing his boxer shorts, though, so when I sat on him, I didn’t feel him against my folds right away. But he kept his hands on my hips and he pushed me forward and back on his cock, and my head fell back with a moan that the entire kingdom could have heard.
Fuck, he felt so good, it was insane. How was it that I could never get enough? With everything he gave me, every touch and rub and orgasm, it just made me want more, never less.
“That’s it, Wildcat. Arch your back for me,” he said under his breath, and just the sound of him activated some primitive part of me that went fucking feral.
My back arched even more, and I pushed my hair to the side to give him a better view, and I held onto his arms and gave strength to my movements, forward and back, the length of him underneath that fabric fitting perfectly between my folds.
“Rune,” I breathed because I was too gone to say more words, didn’t know how to articulate my burning need for him to get those fucking shorts off right now.
But he said, “Again. Say my name again,” and he pushed me down on his cock harder, moved me faster, and the shadows in the water became darker.
Naturally, I did. I lived to please this man, and that wasn’t even an exaggeration.
Rune growled. “Fuck, wilding, again—louder.”
I screamed out his name with all of me while he moved me, my body, my heart, my pleasure at his mercy. He loved every second of it as much as I did, and finally—finally—he pushed me forward to sit on the tub and stood up behind me.
His shorts disappeared by the time I turned my head to look at him, and here it was, the object of all my fantasies.
His cock was hard and it was begging for my attention, and fuck if I wasn’t drooling already.
But Rune had other plans. Before I could even take him in my hands, he was sitting down again, holding me back by the shoulders so I didn’t turn to face him at all.
No, he wanted me from behind, and so he took me by the hips again, and sat me on him.
This time, no fabric was in the way. This time, the smooth length of him slid so perfectly between my wet folds. Once again, the sensation pushed my head back, and I held onto his wrists with both hands for dear life, just waiting for him to have his way with me.
Rune whispered praise under his breath, growled, and moved me faster, then slower, raising his hips to add pressure, then lowered them again. He was playing with my body like it was his favorite instrument, and I had no complaints.
When he pulled me out of the water, I was ready, my hand between my legs, reaching for his cock. My eyes were squeezed shut when I held him up, shaking with need.
“Good girl,” Rune said, his voice so fucking rough it went straight to my clit. “Now sit, baby.”
The pressure lifted from my hips, and I sat right on him.
God, he was something else. The way he felt inside me was unlike anything I was capable of ever imagining, and it took me a good moment to adjust to the size of him. It took my body a little while to get over the shock of all that pleasure invading it so fast, so completely.
And when it did, I moved.
It was incredible. I was sitting on him, and even though I couldn’t see him, his eyes were in the center of my mind, vibrant, bloodshot, eating every inch of me. He moved me with his hands on my hips, a little slower at first, and then hard and fast, coming inside me all the way.
Soon, he sat up straighter, wrapped his arms around my torso tightly, held me in place while he moved underneath me, and the water came alive, too.
The shadows moving with it. They played with my nipples every time the water splashed, and they pressed against my clit exactly like he did when he used his fingers.
I had never screamed louder in my life. That, together with the sound of the water splashing, moving against the tub and spilling outside, made for the sexiest background noise I’d ever heard.
When Rune began to whisper in my ear from behind, I couldn’t hold myself back a second longer. He never asked me to, either—this was for me. All of this, the way he handled me, the way he pleased me, it was for me, and I would forever be thankful.
When I came again, he never once loosened his arms around me, but he did feel the weight of my body when it let go. All my energy was gone—all of it.
It didn’t scare me, though. I was with Rune.
“I want to drown in you, Wildcat,” he whispered in my ear as he chased his own high. “And thank you for it.”
“As long as don’t let go,” I whispered back.
A kiss on my jaw, so full it imprinted on my skin. “The world would have to break first.” His every word rang true.
When he came, too, the sounds of him in my ear, the way he called my name, the way he breathed, made me whole in a way I still didn’t know how to properly put into words.
The shadows in the water slowly disappeared, and only then did I realize how much pressure they’d been putting against my skin. The water hadn’t cooled down a bit, and my bird was still flying over our heads in silence.
The world still existed, just like before.
Rune pulled me with him to lean against the edge of the tub, breathing heavily, kissing the side of my head every few seconds.
“Are you okay?” he asked, and the answer surprised me—I was. I really was okay.
“I am.” I kissed his forearm over my chest. “I come apart here and I get back together between your arms.” That was the closest I could get to describing what I felt for him.
Rune squeezed me against his chest harder. “I belong to you, Nilah. I swear it. Not to any kingdom or throne or people—just you.”
That’s how he made the whole world mine. “Magic,” I whispered with a sigh, and his chuckle lured me half asleep.