Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
Hendrix grasped my face between his hands and kissed me so forcefully that my entire world narrowed down to that point of contact between us.
My fingers curled around his wrists, holding him right there in that place, dragging him to me in case there were any lingering doubts that this was what I wanted.
Because despite me knowing the full truth to the darkness in him, despite me realising the entire breadth of who and what he was, my want for him hadn’t lessened at all.
If this was insanity then I would gladly be carted away for it, locked in some dark space to forever dwell on the feeling of his mouth against mine, his aura surrounding me like a blanket of shadow and heartache, my own reaching out to combine with his and join in its pain.
And this was pain. This connection between us burned with so many hurts and wounds which we’d both suffered, so much injustice and despair, the agony in our hearts so sharp it cut us open to bleed into one another.
Yet his pain was somehow a balm to my own, the hurt and want and loneliness he had endured in it a mirror to the aches of my own soul.
And as our kiss deepened and his dark power roamed wild around us, I only found myself needing more of it.
Hendrix’s fingers pushed into the silver strands of my hair, electric energy spilling in spikes of teal that cast light through the darkness of his lethal power and somehow held it at bay.
“All those times I was drawn to the forest and denied it,” he cursed against my lips. “Only to find that it was you I was aching for all along. I should have come here sooner.”
“No,” I said roughly, my gaze rising to meet with his, the shadows in the room making his eyes appear the darkest I’d ever seen them but there was a vibrancy to them too, a spark of life which I hadn’t even realised he’d been missing until I found its focus pinned on me.
“I wasn’t me in all those past lives. The woman who lived twelve times before failed in every single attempt to come here and face this destiny.
I’m not like them. I won’t fail. And no other version of myself would have been the one who is standing here with you now. ”
“Then I am glad to have waited six-hundred years to come seeking you, lightwing, for no other creature has ever captivated me the way you have and I am wholly convinced that you were worth the wait.”
“I think it’s time we both stopped waiting then.” I stepped away, breaking from him and he hounded after me, backing me up towards the wall while I unfastened the buttons of my tunic, his gaze devouring the movements as I tugged, one, two, three of them free-
Hendrix grabbed hold of me, driving me back so that my spine collided with the rough stone of the wall and taking my wrists into his grasp before pinning them above my head.
I gasped and his mouth collided with mine as he devoured the sound, his free hand gripping my jaw so that he could tilt my head back to meet with his.
I pushed up onto my tiptoes, aching to close the distance between our bodies, his huge frame consuming me in its shadow, his powerful body pinning me against the hard stone.
The full length of his cock drove against me in urgent want, straining at his fly, his want for me so visceral I could taste it on the air I gasped down between his ravenous kisses.
His tongue sank between my lips and I moaned, my spine arching so that I could press myself more firmly to him, feeling every hard plain of his body and wanting to explore each inch of it at leisure.
Hendrix’s hand slipped from my jaw down my throat and to the neck of my tunic. He groaned into my mouth as he slowly began to unfasten the rest of my buttons, his fingertips rough against my skin as they brushed my flesh.
He kept going at that torturously slow pace, his body coiled with tension and his power thick in the air as if he was working hard to restrain himself but I didn’t want him holding back with me. I wanted every rough edge, every piece of his strength.
He tugged my tunic off of my left shoulder, releasing my breast and I moaned loudly as his hand finally found the rounded flesh, his fingers tugging on my hardened nipple and sending a jolt of heat directly to my core.
But he was still holding himself back, his touch more of a caress than a claim.
I broke our kiss, my teeth tugging at his bottom lip and drawing a growl from the back of his throat as I stared up at him, panting with want and a determined need.
“I won’t break,” I said roughly. “So don’t treat me like I will.”
“I’m Fae, lightwing,” he growled, his chest heaving, that restraint so close to snapping in his gaze. “Your kind and mine are not built the same. I can’t bear it if I hurt you. I can’t be the cause of your pain-”
“Then stop holding back,” I demanded, flexing against his hold on me, tugging at my wrists and forcing him to tighten his grip to keep me in place beneath him.
“I want you, Hendrix Bane,” I said roughly.
“I want you in all of your darkness and corruption, I want you in the depths of your strength. I have lived thirteen times over and have been waiting for you in every one of those lifetimes. I don’t have to remember them to know that’s true because I can feel it. Can’t you?”
“Yes, lightwing. I feel it,” he said, his mouth inching closer to mine, the fragile control he was maintaining on himself threatening to shatter. And oh, how I wanted it to shatter.
“Then don’t make me wait any longer,” I demanded and at last, he broke for me.
Hendrix kissed me so hard that there was no space for even a breath of air between us, his tongue invading my mouth, his body crushing me to the wall while his grip on my wrists tightened to the point of pain.
I moaned loudly, the need in my flesh all consuming, my breasts aching for his touch, my cunt so slick and wanting that I grew desperate for him to sate that haunting want.
I’d been thinking of this moment from the second I’d laid eyes on him, devouring the sight of him, drinking in fantasy after fantasy and never once allowing myself to admit such a thing, even within the confines of my own mind.
But we’d stripped ourselves bare in this place, set aside all lingering lies, given up our most harrowing truths.
The only thing left wanting was this. Him and me.
The biggest lie we’d both been guilty of, the one I was most eager to shatter.
Hendrix dropped his hold on my wrists, hauling me into his arms where I knotted my legs around his waist and arched my back against the wall so that I could feel the hard ridge of his cock riding over my clit.
I almost fell apart at that single, wicked point of friction, wanting to give in to the building pleasure which my body already knew he would be wringing from every piece of me this night.
He gripped the sides of my tunic and ripped it down my arms, baring my breasts entirely and dropping his mouth to capture one of my nipples between his teeth.
I cried out as he bit me, a sinful jolt of pleasure spearing from the point of pain to my core just as I ground myself against his cock again, tension coiling in my flesh so tightly I could hardly draw breath.
Hendrix cursed at the sound which spilled from my lips, gripping my ass in his hands and rocking my hips again, the rough fabric of my trousers where it was caught between my clit and his cock creating a beautiful friction which had me moaning even louder.
“Oh lightwing,” he groaned, rocking my hips again. “You’re making this too fucking easy for me.”
My hands landed on his shoulders as he leaned back, my fingers knotting in the fabric of his tunic and tugging as I tried to haul it off of him. But as I made to drag it upwards, he rocked my hips again, the friction between us almost too much to bear.
“Wait,” I gasped, trying to tug his tunic off of him but he only repeated the movement, faster, harder, the length of his cock providing the perfect pressure against my clit.
It was happening too fast, too easily. I’d been wanting this for so long, while if been denying myself the pleasure of even satisfying those needs myself, refusing to admit what I’d been wanting from him and knowing that if I gave in to pleasuring myself to relieve this ache it would have only been this infuriating male on my mind while I did so.
So I’d buried this want, this need, for weeks. And now he was going to unburden me all too easily.
Hendrix leaned back further, rocking my hips so that my clit ground against his cock over and over again, gaining speed with each thrust, his gaze fixed on my breasts as they bounced at the motion.
My hands fell to squeeze them and his eyes lit with a feral need as I tugged and teased at my nipples, relieving some of the ache in them while he only built me up higher and higher and-
A cry burst from my lips as I came for him, pleasure exploding through my body and burning its way across every inch of my flesh.
Sparks of teal electricity glistened in my hair, my cry echoing in the hollow tower and his groan of need punctuating the heat which burned brightly throughout my soul.
Hendrix kissed me hard, keeping hold of me as he moved us away from the wall and instead lay me out on the floor beneath him.
My body felt boneless in the wake of the bliss he’d delivered but still I reached out, my fingers tugging at the hem of his tunic until he gave in with a dark laugh which promised me we were nowhere close to done.
I sucked in a breath as he threw the tunic aside, his dark hair falling over his shoulders, the skeletal hands which were inked around his throat seeming to inch lower and tighten on his skin as he swallowed thickly while drinking me in.
I lay panting beneath him, biting down on my bottom lip while surrounded by a swathe of silver hair and he took my ankle into his grip before deftly unlacing my boot.