Epilogue #3
There were many things he loved about Calya, and when not in the throes of lust, he could name several at the top that didn’t have to do with her body.
But here and now, the sound of her cries filling the air, the sight of her body jerking with every impact as he bucked into her, the twitching of her shoulders and jiggle of her perfect ass, all of it took over.
He could hardly think beyond the smugness that came with each plap-plap-plap as his balls slapped against her pussy.
That he was fucking her hard enough to hear it, and she strained for more even though she had to be feeling tender so soon after coming.
He thanked the wind for pushing him toward her. This fierce woman who never wanted him to be gentle. Never wanted him to be nice. Let go of herself enough to have that with him and trust that he would know how to take care of her.
He did. Already had her back arching, her heels lifting as she tried to fit as much of his cock as she could.
It gave him a feral pleasure to have her wanting him so. To see her take his rough handling and want more. To take her wrists in each hand, pull her arms behind her back, and use them to hold her in place as his hips pumped against her.
Nocren was wound as tight as she was, balancing on the edge. He wanted to feel her come apart all over him, have the rapid pulsing of her core jerk him into oblivion. But not yet. Not like this. He wanted more. Of her, and of the submission she’d teased him with all those months ago.
Tonight, he’d prove that she was already his.
His hips snapped flush with her, kept him buried as he released her arms and leaned over her back to take her chin in his hand.
A possessive joy rolled through him when her lips sought his.
They parted so easily for him, a whimper muffled by his tongue as it swept into her mouth.
He swallowed down her moan as his free hand reached to find her clit.
His thrusts were shorter now, but no less deep.
No less forceful, even as his weight made her feet slip against the slick wooden floor.
He rolled her clit between his fingers. Timed his next thrust in with a light pinch. Calya shuddered beneath him, her climax so close it was all but a physical thing held in his hand.
“Do you want to come?” he rasped out.
She nodded. Another whimper escaped when he squeezed her sensitive nub again.
“I can’t hear you.”
A frustrated whine came from the back of her throat. Then, softly, “Please.” She swallowed hard. “Please, I’m so close.”
He pressed his lips to her temple. “My name, Calya. Say it.”
“Lo—”
“My name.” His pelvis stilled, fingers hovering away from her skin. Pinned against the bed by his hips, Calya couldn’t chase her own pleasure.
“N-Nocren. Nocren, please,” she managed. He got a brief glimpse of her eyes, her pupils blown wide, before her lashes lowered and she sought his mouth again. “Please make me come,” she whispered.
The plea hadn’t fully left her mouth before he was surging forward again.
He gripped her by the hips, pushed her up onto her tiptoes.
A few more thrusts and he stiffened against her, hand reaching for her clit again to work her over until she writhed.
Her pussy contracted around him, coming so hard she practically pulled his release from him.
Nocren collapsed against Calya, his entire frame rising and falling with his panting breaths.
They lay like that for several moments before Calya finally elbowed him. “Lowe, you’re squashing me.”
He grunted in response, pushing up enough to drag them onto a drier spot on the bed. They lay on their sides, and Calya slotted into place, curling against his chest as she let her leg drape over the top of his hip.
“I love you,” he mumbled into her hair.
Calya preened and hummed in response. “Oh, do you?”
“Everything about you.”
“Name them, then. All of my lovable qualities.”
“Ruthless and ambitious, you already know.”
Calya nodded, forehead thumping against his chest. “You need new material.”
Nocren snorted. “Vicious. Wicked. But my new favorite might be…” Smirking, he moved to cover her with his body, propping himself up on his elbows to spare her some of his weight. “How obedient you are for me.”
He smothered her feigned outrage with a deep kiss. When she nipped at him, he groaned—kissed her even more thoroughly until she was reciprocating with a hunger to match his own.
“And you call me wicked,” Calya pouted when they finally came up for air.
“I’ve only just begun, sweetheart.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Now that I have your submission,” he teased.
She rolled her eyes.
“Think of all the sweet, torturous things I could do to you, and they’re yours.” He nuzzled her cheek. “Didn’t I promise you edging all night with the Kiss in your veins?”
Calya let out a bark of laughter. She pushed him over, rolling on top so she could straddle him. “Perhaps it’ll be you, ranger, burning for me. Begging for it.”
Nocren rubbed along her legs. “Would you like that? More than the other way around?”
One of her shoulders lifted in a careless shrug. “Who could possibly say? We’ll just have to try both.”
It was his turn to laugh. “Not sure where you’re going to find the time. Villain won’t establish itself.”
There was a roguish gleam in her eye as she leaned forward. “It’s a good thing we have forever to exact such revenge on each other, then, hmm?”
Dodging his mouth, Calya kissed his neck, sucking hard enough Nocren imagined he’d have a mark to hide in the morning. Another laugh rumbled up from deep in his throat, and he crushed her against his chest, kissing away her squawk of protest.
After her grumbling subsided, Calya softened. Slowly, her arms crept around him so she could hug him, and she tucked her head beneath his chin.
He did love her. Though he knew Calya would probably never have it in her to say those same words, it didn’t matter. If they had forever, he’d simply have to become fluent in Calya’s many ways of showing how she loved him back.
THE END
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