Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Rona
I cling to him, my fingers fisted in his t-shirt, holding on to the thin fabric for dear life as his mouth moves against mine with devastating thoroughness.
The kiss deepens, becoming hungrier, more desperate.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I open for him eagerly, gasping as he claims my mouth with a possessiveness that makes my entire body sing with need.
His tusks press gently against the corners of my mouth, the smooth ivory warm against my lips as he angles his head to deepen the kiss further.
The sensation sends shivers racing down my spine and my body comes to life, arousal pulsing between my legs where our crotches meet.
His hands grip my thighs where they're spread on either side of his hips, the countertop height perfect for this position, his fingers spanning wide over the denim.
I can feel the barely leashed strength in his touch.
The solid wall of his chest presses against me as I pull him closer, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through the thin cotton of his shirt.
His skin radiates heat like a furnace, warming me even through our clothes.
When he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my throat, I can feel the slight scrape of his tusks against the sensitive skin of my neck, making me arch into him with a soft whimper.
“Darhg,” I moan his name, unable to stop myself.
“Rona.” His breath is hot against my ear as he murmurs my name, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through his chest and into mine. “You make me crazy. I have no control when I’m close to you.”
His words land and something preens inside my chest. This big, broody ogre who lives for discipline and control wants me so bad, he can’t control himself. And I like that. I like that very much.
“Then don’t control it,” I whisper in his ear.
He growls and his large hands slide from my thighs to my waist, thumbs brushing over my hip bones through my jeans in a touch that's both reverent and possessive.
"Do you still want me?" I ask when he lifts his head to look at me, my voice breathless but urgent. "Because I want you so bad, it’s all I can think about."
He braces his forehead against mine for a moment, and I’m afraid he’s going to pull away again.
Then his mouth finds mine, and I know I won.
His mouth moves against mine with purpose, but I can feel the restraint thrumming through his powerful frame.
Restraint that I desperately want to break.
I arch into him, pressing closer, grinding my hips against his hard cock, prisoner inside his jeans.
He makes a low sound in his throat that sends electricity racing through my veins.
And pulsing at the apex of my thighs, where my clit begs for attention.
His hands find the buttons of my flannel shirt, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin just above my jeans as he pauses, waiting for permission. The touch burns through me like fire, making me desperate for more of his skin against mine.
"Touch me, Darhg," I groan-whimper, desperate for more.
His control snaps like a taut wire finally breaking.
His hands slide under my flannel shirt, palms cupping my breasts through the thin lace of my bra.
The heat of his touch sears through me, and I arch into his hands with a desperate moan.
His thumbs brush over my nipples, and the sensation shoots straight to my core.
"Rona," he growls against my mouth, his voice rough with need. "I need to stop now or I won’t be able to."
“I want this,” I plead, desperate for him to continue.
The sound of fabric tearing fills the kitchen as his control finally, completely abandons him.
My flannel shirt splits down the front, buttons flying in all directions, scattering across the floor with tiny clicking sounds.
The cool air hits my exposed skin, but his blazing gaze burns hotter than any fire.
"I'm going to devour you whole," he promises, his voice dark and possessive, his red eyes blazing as they take in my exposed curves.
A thrill of victory and excitement races through me, my pulse pounding with triumph and arousal.
This is what I wanted, to break through his iron control, to see the raw hunger he's been holding back.
The way he looks at me now, like I'm everything he's ever wanted and he's finally going to take it, makes my entire body sing with need.
Without warning, he lifts me from the counter, his strong arms wrapping around me as I instinctively lock my legs around his waist. I can feel every hard inch of him pressed against my core as he carries me through the small cabin, his mouth never leaving mine, our kisses growing more desperate with each step.
When we reach the bedroom, he sets me down carefully beside the bed, his hands gentle despite the hunger blazing in his eyes. The red plaid duvet cover spreads beneath me like a promise, and I know there's no going back now.
When he reaches for my bra, his movements are careful, deliberate, giving me every opportunity to stop him. Instead, I help him, arching my back so he can reach the clasp, sighing as the lace falls away.
"Beautiful," he breathes, his voice rough with wonder. "So fucking beautiful."
His mouth follows the path of his hands, pressing soft kisses to my collarbones, the hollow of my throat, the valley between my breasts. When he takes one nipple into his mouth, his tusks pressing gently against the soft flesh, I cry out and run my fingers through his thick black hair.
He lavishes attention on my breasts, first one, then the other, his mouth and tongue and the careful brush of those tusks driving me higher and higher until I'm gasping his name. When he moves lower, pressing kisses to my stomach, then lower on my navel, I’m already too far gone to think.
I lift my hips, encouraging him to relieve me of my jeans, which he does with torturous, slow movements.
He discards my jeans, sending them to the floor behind him, then my panties, throwing away the flimsy fabric with an almost impatient gesture.
When he looks at my totally naked body, his eyes are blazing red, casting strange shadows on his handsome angular face.
He lowers himself, kissing my belly button, then tracing a path lower with his tongue.
He kisses and nips at my lower belly, then my hip bones, then the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
By the time his mouth hovers over my wet, needy cunt, I'm already trembling with need.
"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm asking for.
But he knows. He always knows.
His mouth finds my center, and I break apart on a shocked cry that echoes through the quiet cabin.
His tongue finds my clit, and he flicks it, making my hips buck, but he holds me firmly down, and all I can do is wrap my legs over his broad shoulders.
He laps at me like the hungry ogre he is, greedy and ravenous, his tongue going from my entrance to my clit in increasing rhythm while I moan and groan under his attention.
My core clenches, needing to be filled, and I cry out in pleasure as he reaches up, then inserts a thick, long finger inside my wetness.
He presses up, hooking his finger to the front as he sucks on my pleasure nub, hard.
And that’s all it takes to tear a scream from my throat as my climax washes over me in a wave of pure ecstasy.
He doesn't stop, doesn't give me time to recover, just builds the pleasure higher and higher until I'm shivering through aftershocks that seem to go on forever and my cries become whimpers.
When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are blazing red and his breathing is rough. I can see the control reasserting itself as I watch him start to pull back like he has every time before.
Not this time.
I catch his wrist before he can pull it out from my wet, still quivering cunt. I hold him in place with a grip as strong as my desire for him.
"I want you," I say, meeting his gaze directly. "I've never wanted anyone or anything more."
He shudders, his control visibly fraying at the edges. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," I say with absolute certainty.
His eyes search my face, looking for doubt, for fear, for any sign that I don't understand what I'm asking for. When he finds none, his expression shifts into something wild and hungry and utterly possessive.
I let go of his wrist and he pulls his finger out of me, then brings it to his mouth. I watch in fascination as he licks it clean, closing his eyes as he savors the taste of my pleasure.
A shiver runs through me when he opens his eyes again and all I see in his gaze is hunger for more.
"Be careful, little human," he warns, his voice dark with promise. "Ogres are known to eat you whole."
The threat should frighten me. Instead, it sends a bolt of pure desire straight through me, and I can't help the wicked smile that curves my lips.
"Maybe you should be careful," I retort, my hands already reaching for his shirt. "I'm not as defenseless as I look."
Something fierce and fond flashes across his expression. "I know," he says, helping me pull his shirt over his head. "You're strong. You're fierce."
He rises from the bed in a ripple of muscle and raw power, his hands moving to his belt with deliberate slowness.
When he steps out of his pants, I can't help but stare.
He's magnificent, all golden skin and defined muscle, his arousal obvious and impressive enough to make my mouth go dry.
His cock is long and thick, with veins running along the length of his shaft.
This is a lot to take in. He’s bigger than any man I've been with before. My core clenches like a stubborn, needy thing, but I can’t suppress the tiny flutter of fear in my stomach at the idea of taking this much inside my body.
"Am I too much?" he asks, and I can hear the fear underneath the question. "You don't have to do this."
I swallow hard, my pulse racing with a mixture of anticipation and nerves. But I'm not afraid. I want this too much.
"I'm fine," I tell him, reaching out to take his hand. "But we go slowly."
Relief flashes across his features as I guide him down onto the bed.
He lies down on his back in the middle of the mattress, his large, powerful body taking more than half the available space.
His cock juts out proud and hard, already dripping with pre-cum.
When I straddle his hips, settling myself over him, his hands come up to rest lightly on my waist, stopping my movement.
"Do only what feels good," he says, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I chuckle, some of my nervousness fading at the sight of this powerful man letting me take complete control. "You really are a big teddy bear."
"Only for you," he answers, and the simple honesty of it makes my heart skip.
I ease myself onto him until the blunt tip of his cock reaches my entrance.
I’m so wet and ready for him that I can’t wait.
I continue to lower myself, gasping as his cock breaches my body, slowly but relentlessly, inch by careful inch, breathing through the stretch as my body adjusts to accommodate his size.
He holds perfectly still beneath me, his hands open and nondemanding on my hips, letting me set the pace entirely.
When I'm fully seated, we both go still for a moment, breathing hard. The sensation is overwhelming, the fullness, the stretch, the way he fits inside me like I was made for this. Made for him.
"Good?" he asks, his voice tight with restraint.
I nod, experimenting with small movements, adjusting the angle until the first bolt of pure pleasure hits. "More than good."
I start to move slowly, carefully, learning the rhythm that works best for both of us. His hands guide me without demanding, helping me rise and fall at a pace that builds the tension gradually.
The room narrows to just this, the slide of skin against skin, the soft sounds of pleasure, the way the light catches on his body and turns his skin to burnished gold. Snow hushes against the windows, but inside there's only heat and breath and the growing desperation in both our movements.
I increase my pace, moving up and down in faster and faster motion until our flesh hits with a loud, snapping sound.
My breasts bounce with the motion, swinging wildly as I chase the pleasure like a starving woman.
His eyes never leave mine, watching every expression that crosses my face like he's memorizing this moment.
"Rona," he murmurs, my name like a vow on his lips.
The sound of it, rough with pleasure and possession, sends me spiraling higher. I can feel my climax building, that familiar tension coiling tight in my belly, but this time it's different. Bigger. More intense than anything I've felt before.
When I shatter, it's with a breathless cry that seems to come from somewhere deep in my soul.
The pleasure crashes over me in waves, and I'm dimly aware of Darhg following me over the edge, his control finally breaking. He’s no longer restrained now, fucking me with harsh, punishing thrusts as his hands hold my hips still.
Finally, he throws his head back and a deep, powerful roar bounces off the cabin walls as he spills his pleasure inside me.
When his fingers relax, I fall back on top of him and he cradles me against his chest, both of us breathing hard.
After a few minutes, Darhg moves us to the side and draws the blankets over us, but our bodies remain joined.
His hand traces slow, soothing lines down my back as my breathing gradually steadies.
For the first time since this nightmare began, I feel safe. Cherished. Peaceful.
Real.
"I think I want to paint again," I whisper against his chest.
His arms tighten around me, and I can hear the smile in his voice when he answers. "I'll make sure you do. From now on, I’ll make sure you do whatever it is you want to do."
And I trust that he will.