Chapter 41 #3
“What?” Tynan asked.
“I’m sorry. You must think that I am mad."
“Alina,” he whispered and his hand landed on my cheek, his thumb stroking my lower lip, “There’s nothing I want more than to finish what we’ve started.” He pulled me closer and I could plainly feel the evidence of that pressing against my hip.
“Oh.”
“I suggest we make our way back home before I lose control a second time,” he said quietly and a light shiver of anticipation rolled over my skin.
“What are you building here?” I asked, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
“Another house close to the old one.” Tynan picked up his ax and placed it on the wall hanger.
“How’s that going?”
“Very slowly.” He smirked.
“Does he . . ? Does he know anything that could be useful?” I smiled when his hand wrapped around my waist.
“I hope so.” Tynan brushed his nose against my neck and I remembered something that he did earlier.
“You bit me.” I turned my head to look at him.
“Yes, sorry.” But he did not sound like he was sorry, not at all.
Tynan took a last look around and extinguished the oil lamp, before taking my hand and pulling me closer.
We walked down the valley and everything around me seemed so surreal, as if I was having the most amazing dream.
Tynan’s hand was warm and steady around my waist, the feeling of peace and calm was in the air.
I moved closer to him, savoring the moment.
“I was worried about you when you didn’t come home,” I said at last.
“I wanted to give you some space,” he responded and I was dying, unable to see his face.
“Why?”
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he paused, placing a light kiss on my neck.
Finally, we were at Grace’s cottage, everything seemed quiet inside, but the light was still on in the living room. Tynan opened the front door to find Frid, Victor, and Sol looking at both of us expectantly.
“Yes?” Tynan asked.
“Well, anyway, it’s late. I’m going to get going.” Sol got up, and I could see the corners of his mouth were lifted.
“Good idea. We need to get up early tomorrow.” Frid fidgeted with her dress before pulling Victor toward the room.
“Why do we need to get up early?” he asked.
“I’ll tell you later,” she hissed.
Only a couple of minutes passed but we stayed in the living room all alone.
Slowly, I picked up the lamp and moved to the second bedroom, suddenly unsure what to do with my hands. While Tynan went to wash up, I changed into my nightgown and sat on the bed so incredibly nervous that every moment seemed like an eternity.
When at last Tynan joined me, I could see that his hair was damp and he had changed his clothes. Uncertain, he stood in the doorway.
“We can wait,” he said quietly.
“Do you . . . want to wait?” I asked.
“No. I have wanted you since the first time I saw you. Every time I saw you.”
I made a motion to get up.
“No, don’t move,” he whispered.
“Why?” I returned to the same spot.
“Don’t move.” Tynan slowly approached me and kneeled by my side.
His gaze was holding mine. I swallowed, watching his hand grazing my skin lazily, lifting the hem of my nightgown.
“Tynan?” I whispered, closing my eyes.
“Yes, princess.”
“You are . . .”
I could feel his hand on my knee, continuing up the inside of my thigh. A ragged breath escaped my lips and I tried to move away, but Tynan held me in place.
“Let me look at you,” he said and his hot mouth pressed against my skin.
“This is . . . you are. Oh, gods.”
“I want to taste you,” he whispered.
“What? No!” I protested, shaking my head.
Tynan searched my face and I could see the slight amusement in his dark eyes.
“Did you ever?”
“I did. I mean . . . not like this. Whatever you want to do. I . . . just . . . it’s . . .”
“Too much?” he offered.
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Alright.” He moved away, but I caught his sleeve.
“I still want to . . . it’s what I want. Are you disappointed?” I was hoping that the ground would swallow me whole.
“You can never disappoint me,” he said seriously.
“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” I murmured.
“Are you nervous?” Tynan frowned.
“I mean, a little. Is it that obvious?” I clenched the bed sheets.
“But you have done this before?” he asked.
“Yes, I was engaged and we were . . .” Tynan brushed his fingertips against my neck, “We were . . .” I closed my eyes when his hand pulled down the sleeve of my shirt, “getting married . . . oh,” I gasped when Tynan’s mouth slid down from my throat, leaving an unbearably hot line down my chest. “We were together for so long and . . .” Tynan’s tongue traced the peaks of my breasts and I forgot what I was saying, bathing in millions of sensations.
I reached up and buried my hand in his hair and my back touched the pillow.
Tynan pulled the nightgown off me and his eyes greedily traced every inch of my skin. I bit my lip, consumed by the never ending worry that my chest was too small, that I was too skinny, too pale.
“I’m sorry. It’s probably not what you expected,” I blurted out before my courage left me.
Tynan did not seem to hear me, his hands traveled up and down my body as if he was trying to memorize every line, his eyes half closed, his perfectly shaped lips parted.
“I waited for you for so long. I don’t think I can be gentle,” he said in a low raspy voice.
A wave of the sweetest euphoria ignited the blood in my veins. Desire and anticipation were growing deeper, darker, and at last I could hardly wait any longer.
I pulled him closer meeting his smoldering eyes. “I want this. I want you,” I breathed into his mouth.
Biting my lip, I pulled his shirt off and carefully touched his neck, shoulders, and chest. He was absolutely breathtaking, heavenly alluring with this wild beauty and untamed power.
For a moment I got distracted tracing the silver lines of the scars on his skin.
Tynan watched me with patience, but I knew that he had to use all his control to let me explore his body without touching me back.
I could hardly contain myself any longer, too desperate for him.
I leaned closer, pressing light kisses against his skin.
“Alina,” he exhaled.
“Yes?” I asked with a voice that hardly sounded like my own.
“I want you.”
With my fingertips, I painted the line down the belt of his pants, but Tynan caught my hand and secured it above my head.
At last, his body pressed against mine. The wild hunger and anticipation tore at me from within as I watched him remove his pants and bare himself in front of me.
He was painfully handsome, perfect in every line, every flex of his muscles.
His powerful, amazingly shaped body could have belonged to a divine creature.
I lowered my gaze, unable to look away from the contrast between our skin tones; pale alabaster against warm gold as my legs wrapped around his strong, muscular hips.
My hand wrapped around his stone hard length.
I could not be sure that our bodies were compatible in this way, but I did not care.
Tynan swore and caught my hand.
“I need a moment,” he said.
And the thought that he was so close made my heart raced with a burst of ecstatic delight. He must have been really enjoying it, more than I thought was possible.
Tynan took two deep breaths and his hand traveled down my body. I watched his face, his glowing cheeks and eyes as bright as stars in the night sky. Slowly, his fingers circled around my center and before I could get used to this amazing new feeling, I could feel him filling me.
I gasped, no longer caring about self control.
My hips went up, and this time, Tynan listened to my silent demand.
With one deep thrust he filled me. I closed my eyes, expecting to feel pain, but it never came.
Instead, the agonizingly hot sensation erased every coherent thought as he pushed inside of me.
I could not help the light moan escaping my lips.
Tynan leaned closer, changing the angle, and another sweet wave covered me whole.
“Please,” I whispered and bit my lip with his first thrust.
He let go of my hand and supported his weight on both sides of my pillow.
His hips moved erratically, pressing harder each time.
I could not help pleading, begging him for more, tracing his hips, his lower back with my fingertips.
Our hot bodies tangled on top of the sheets as the impossibly sweet sensation rose up my core, and in a matter of a moment, I fell into a blissful agony one more time.
My back arched, and I pressed into Tynan even harder, screaming his name.
The next moment, Tynan groaned and pulled himself out, coming undone at last.
Lazily, my eyes opened. I saw the outlines of the bedroom, the window and the side table, the freshly cut branches of the winter magnolia that was almost ready to bloom.
Through the haze I could see the dim light from the cold winter sun.
I sighed and the next moment, I could feel the warmth of Tynan’s body pressing against my back.
I moved my head watching his face, slightly furrowed eyebrows, and his dark hair spilled over the white pillow.
What happened between us had changed things, complicated things, but it meant everything.
No matter how much time passes, I will never forget this.
“How do you feel?” his quiet voice, and the light touch of his warm breath on the back of my neck sent shivers down my back.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” I whispered.
The next moment his lips pressed against my hair, and I closed my eyes, suddenly worried that it was all a dream, that if I woke up, everything would go away. It was silly; I was too anxious, too on edge. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not convince myself to let it go.
“I wasn’t sleeping,” he said softly.
“Even after that?”
“Especially after that.”
“Do you . . . think . . . Frid and Victor heard us?” I asked, stealing a glance at him.
“I hope so. It’s been almost a week of the two of them destroying the house. Not to mention the dining table,” Tynan said and I could tell that he was smiling.
“It’s just embarrassing.”
“You think so?” Tynan’s hand rested on my hip bone, while his thumb moved up and down in a calm soothing way.
Contrary to what Tynan’s intentions were, my blood heated, and I licked my lips thinking about how to make him repeat everything we did just hours ago without looking too forward or greedy.
At the same time, his lips drew lazy kisses on the back of my neck, just below my hairline.
“Tynan,” I whispered and my voice broke.
“Yes?” he breathed into my ear.
“Are you? . . . Can we . . . again?”
I stilled when he parted my thighs with his knee.
His touches were hot and urgent, my head fell back when he took me, without waiting any longer. His hand slid below my stomach repeating the painfully slow movements of his hips behind me.
“Oh, gods.” I pressed my face against the pillow.
A moment later, and my whole body ignited with an amazing need, and I reached back, gripping to Tynan’s hip.
He was more demanding, desperate to give me pleasure.
His voice broke as he whispered words of endearment in my ear.
He repeated how sweet I was, how much he wanted me.
It was his words, and the way he said them, that tipped me over the edge in the end.
I cried his name, forgetting about everything.