Chapter 11 #2
Clearly as impatient as I was, Charm immediately moved his hand from my breast and slipped it under the hem of my shirt.
The feeling of his warm, rough skin against the softness of my stomach was electric.
I gasped as his fingers slid higher, until his palm was sliding over my ribs and pushing the fabric of my bra up, then finally, finally closing over my bare breast. A broken moan was torn from my lips as his thumb teased my taut nipple.
Yes. The sensation was blinding, the cold air and his hot touch a perfect, torturous melody.
“So responsive for me,” he growled, his own control beginning to fray. He rolled my nipple between his fingers. “Always so perfect.
“Turn over, birdy. Let me keep you warm.”
The command was gentle but left no room for argument. I moved for him, the coarse blanket rough beneath my palms as anticipation coiled tight in my chest. After everything that had happened today, every moment of fear and chaos, I could feel how badly I needed this—needed him—to anchor me again.
The fire warmed our bodies while he loomed over my frame. I heard the soft rustle of leather, then came the sound of a belt buckle clinking and a button popping open.
Charm didn’t bother undressing me fully. Instead he slid his fingers under my stomach before hooking them into the waistband of my pants and panties and pulling them down to my knees in a swift motion.
I was exposed. To the heat of the fire to the side of us, the chill of the room on my bare backside, and him looking over me with a pained groan.
“Look at you.” His palms came down on my ass, kneading the flesh, spreading me open slightly. I whimpered into the blanket. He leaned down, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth next to my ear. “I love you, Maize.”
I couldn’t even react. My eyes widening as I tried to turn back to look at him, but in that moment, everything else fell away.
I felt the hot head of his cock press against my entrance, and I pushed back against him, a needy whine nearly breaking from my throat.
He chuckled, a dark and possessive sound, before one hand tangled firmly in my hair.
Not yanking, just holding. Controlling. He used his other hand to guide himself, the tip circling and teasing, making me whimper with frustration.
Charm drove into me in one smooth, devastating thrust.
I cried out, the sound swallowed by the blanket. He held himself there, buried to the hilt and stretching me, letting me feel every inch of him. The overwhelming fullness was a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Then he moved.
He set a punishing, deep rhythm, each thrust rocking my entire body forward.
The cot scraped against the stone floor with every movement.
The hand in my hair tightened on its grip, just enough to make my scalp tingle, a constant reminder of his control.
As my ass lifted, trying to take him even deeper, his other hand slid under me and found my clit, his thumb making tight and relentless circles.
Holy hell.
Pleasure soaked through me, wave after wave, each one triggered by the mind-blowing friction of his cock inside me and the perfect pressure of his thumb.
Charm was everywhere, surrounding me and consuming me with the unexpected intensity of his need for me.
He was the perfect storm of possession and affection.
His pace never faltered, each stroke hitting a spot deep inside that made me see white as the tension and the anxiety associated with the world around us was replaced completely and utterly by him.
“That’s it, birdy,” he grunted, his own breath coming in ragged grunts against my ear. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
The coil inside me snapped, and my orgasm ripped through me with a violence that left me trembling. My inner walls clenched around him, and with a guttural groan he followed me over the edge, his hips slamming to a stop as he spilled himself deep inside me with a final, possessive thrust.
Oh…oh my Maker.
Charm collapsed over me, his weight a welcome cage, his breath hot on my neck as my magic surged through him. The combination had me feeling lightheaded and euphoric as we lay there for a long moment, the only sounds our ragged breathing and the howl of the wind outside.
Gently he pulled out, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He kissed my shoulder blade, a sweet and tender gesture before he dressed me again, concern for my wellbeing filling our bond.
I rolled toward him, meeting his gaze in the flicker of the firelight. His face was flushed, his eyes bright with heat and something so much deeper. I reached up, drawing him down into a kiss that stole the breath from both of us.
He brushed his hand through my hair “Next time,” he murmured, a hint of a smile in his tone, “when it’s not a blizzard outside, I’m going to take you like this so I can see you, fully.”
A soft laugh escaped me, followed by a sigh. “I love you, Charm.”
His dandelion eyes deepened to amber as he inhaled sharply, pressing his forehead to mine like he was memorizing the moment.
“Next time, Maize,” he whispered, “I’m not letting you sleep at all.”
I loved the sound of that.