CHAPTER 64 Wren
CHAPTER 64
Wren
‘The alchemist of war engineers tinctures of destruction with meticulous precision’
– Transformative Arts of Alchemy
T ORJ ’ S FILTHY WORDS were punctuated by the deliberate thrust of his thick fingers inside her, and Wren lost all control. The pleasure that had been building and building within blossomed into something that hurtled into her, a tempest breaking upon the shores.
Shattering into a million pieces, she broke away from the hand over her mouth and moaned loudly as it hit, her legs giving out beneath her, her arms slipping from around Torj’s neck.
He caught her.
‘That’s it,’ he murmured, his fingers still moving, still circling the most sensitive part of her until she was shaking. What had he done to her? She was a molten mess.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the other side of the room. He’d called her a vixen before, and now she looked the part. Half her hair had escaped her bun; her breasts were exposed, nipples hard, and her skirts were still hiked up around her thighs. Her cheeks flushed at the sight, but he took her chin between his fingers and forced her to look at him.
‘You’re fucking perfect,’ he said, his voice strained with want. ‘Even better than in my dreams.’
She could still feel him between her legs, under her skin, in her magic. From the weight of his stare alone, she knew he could feel her too. The thing coursing between them was alive, heat surging through the strange tether she had forged on that fateful day at Thezmarr.
There was a dark glimmer to Torj’s sea-blue eyes, and he dipped his head to hers, kissing her soundly. She had expected him to pull away the moment her climax faded, but this kiss was just as intense, just as claiming as those that had come before. He wasn’t taking it back...
She moaned into his mouth, the need for him already blooming back to life, her hands gripping fistfuls of his shirt, dragging him closer. She knew it was wrong, knew that there were a thousand reasons why she shouldn’t have asked for it...but the thing between them was palpable, a force so powerful, pulling them together in a way that she just couldn’t understand. Nor did she care to, not with his mouth on hers and his fingers tracing down her spine.
All of a sudden, she knew what Ida, Sam, and Thea had talked about all those years before. How it could be with a man...Though, not just any man for her. This man.
Her hands moved south to where that irresistible bulge tented his leathers, when a knock sounded at the door.
At least Torj had the good sense to gently guide her into the bathing room, closing the door once she was inside, giving her the privacy to fix herself up before whoever was at the door spotted her. She recognized Cal’s muffled voice as she adjusted her skirts and re-laced her bodice. Releasing her hair from its pin, she combed out the knots with her fingers before sweeping it back up into a neater bun. There was nothing she could do about her swollen, bruised lips, or the red mark Torj had left on the side of her neck. She flushed at the sight of it, brushing her fingers along the subtle teeth indents there.
He had truly claimed her. And she’d liked it. She’d liked it a lot .
A soft knock sounded, and the door swung inwards without another moment’s warning. Torj entered the bathing chamber, his gaze heating as he spotted the mark on her neck.
He reached for her without hesitation and drew her body to his, leaning down to kiss her fiercely. For a moment they were lost in one another again, before Torj pulled away with a frustrated noise.
‘Cal’s just brought word. I’ve got orders from Thezmarr. He’s here to relieve me.’
Wren’s stomach dropped. ‘You’re leaving?’
‘Not for long,’ he assured her, tucking her hair behind her ear and kissing her again. ‘They couldn’t keep me away with a hundred Warswords.’
Wren scanned his face, waiting for the familiar shift in him. ‘You don’t regret...?’ She glanced down, and though most of the evidence of what they’d just done was gone, she knew from the heat in his stare that he was picturing it all over again.
His eyes were like a brand. ‘My only regret is waiting so long. And not being able to finish what I started.’ He kissed her hard and deep, creating a whirlpool within that had her hands shooting to the buttons of his leathers, but he broke away reluctantly once more. ‘There’s no going back now, Embers.’
‘Is that so?’
He huffed a laugh as he reached for the door. ‘Not a fucking chance.’