Chapter 31 Elowyn #2
“Baby.” With one hand, Duncan shifts, taking himself out and pressing the tip of his cock to my entrance.
I’m so wet, he slips in without even trying. Both of us groan.
Releasing my throat, his chest grazes my back as he sucks in a breath. “Hold on to the chair.”
I obey, my nails digging into the wood. My entire body hums, my hips tilting up. “Please.”
“No need to beg, little moon. You’re about to be fucked.” A threat. A vow. “Because fuck. What you just did to me…hearing those words, the images you planted in my head… I can’t stop thinking about your stomach swelling.”
His hand drifts to my navel, then down, down, cupping my lower belly. I keep my gaze on his eyes. The look Duncan gives me, he’s so alive. They didn’t kill him. They didn’t take him away from me. “…with my child.” He pulls back, then thrusts every inch of his cock in one shove.
My breath hitches at the stretch, the violent intrusion.
“When those pretty lips mouthed pregnant.”
As I try to adjust to his size, he turns even more ruthless. As he slams his hips into me, he curls his fist in my hair, tugging on it. The sting is delicious. The sound of his ragged breath and our bodies slapping is intoxicating.
“I could’ve come right there.” He’s relentless as he claims me. “In my fucking boxers. I didn’t, though. You know why? Hmm?”
“No,” I gasp, feeling another orgasm coiling from within, demanding an outlet. “No.”
“This”—he pinches my clit, twisting, hurting, then rubbing it—“is mine. Your pussy is mine. You. Are. Mine. I will not be wasting any goddamn drop when I can fill you up.”
The second climax crashes over me in a blinding, breath-stealing wave. It’s breaking me from the inside out. Tears run down my cheeks while I pulse around Duncan.
“God, I love you.” He goes faster, deeper, elongating my orgasm until I’m sobbing his name again and again. “Going to make a mess of your cunt, Elowyn. If you’re not pregnant by now, you will be next month. So beautiful. So mine. So—fuck.”
His breath shatters, my name is a prayer on his lips. Hips jerking, he gives me everything as he finds his release.
Then he pulls me up by my hair. I let go of the chair, limbless and so fucking happy when his lips slant over mine when he takes me with a brutal kiss.
Our mouths mate for what feels like hours, only breaking apart after I start to shiver.
He helps me into my clothes next. I’m dressed, warmer now, though my sweater is soaked.
Duncan scowls, then says, “Sit here. Wait for me while I deal with them.”
My eyebrows knit. “It’ll be faster if we do it together.”
“No.” He lowers me to the chair; his hands are warm and firm on my shoulders. “I couldn’t save you from being kidnapped, so please, let me do this. Let me be worthy of you, little moon.”
As harsh as his voice is, I see the pain there. Not only in his words, but also in his eyes. He really needs this.
And I need him to be happy.
I stroke his hands that are still on me, smiling up at him. “Okay.”
“Thank you. And one last thing.” He cups my cheeks, his thumb ghosting over my gash. “Close your eyes and cover your ears for me, okay?”
“I can handle it.” Whatever it is. “I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“You’re not a girl, that’s true. You’re my girl.” He leans in, pressing our foreheads together. “I don’t want the day you told me you might be pregnant to be tainted with this. Me, moving around dead bodies.”
Warmth runs from the top of my head and down to my toes.
That’s all it takes to convince me to squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears.
Of course, I still hear muted cracks and splotching sounds. Of course, I pick up on the faint scent of gasoline.
But I do my best to tune them out. Instead of being present, I picture the moment we’ll hug Varn. When we cozy up, all three of us in a hotel for the night. A temporary home until we build a new one together.
“I’m here.” I hear Duncan first. His lips, I feel them on mine at the same time he pries my hands off my ears.
The world disappears. It’s just me and his handsome face. “You are.”
“Eyes on me, okay? We’re getting out of this shithole.”
Instead of getting up, I stay where I am, tracing his jaw, his stubble prickly against my thumb. “Hey, Duncan?”
“Yes, Elowyn?”
“About the house,” I murmur, worry simmering beneath my skin. The scars he carries, and how our home went up in flames like his parents’ workplace, it has to hurt. “You haven’t said anything about the fire. Are you…” My face crumples. “It probably hurt to lose your home.”
“What are you talking about?” A soft smile curves his lips up. “I am home. I’m with you.”
A few seemingly simple words, and I’m sobbing. The pain and fear of the day pour out of me in the form of tears.
“Come here, sweetheart.” Duncan scoops me into his arms and starts walking. My eyes never leave his face, like he asked. “You’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. I promise you, we will.”
I clutch onto his neck, afraid he might disappear again if I don’t. “Always?”
He stops outside the warehouse. Flicks open my dad’s old Zippo and lights it.
“Always.” Duncan kisses my forehead, tosses the Zippo through the door, and we’re off. “Always.”