Chapter 14 #3
She made a sound that might have been his name.
"Soft." He thrust hard enough to lift her off the bedpost. "Warm." Again. "Full." Again.
His hand slid lower on her belly. Cupped the curve of it, lifted slightly, changed the angle. Her whole body seized around him.
"Varek—" His name came out strangled.
"Right here." He held the angle, held her weight in his palm, and thrust up into the spot that made her voice break. "I've got you."
Her inner walls clamped down so hard he saw stars. He gritted his teeth and kept moving, kept hitting that place inside her while his hand pushed her belly up so he could see where he disappeared inside of her. So he could watch her cunt stretch around him, pink and swollen and glistening.
Her walls fluttered around him. Close. She was so close he could feel it in the way her thighs were shaking, the way her breath had gone shallow and fast.
"Come for me." He drove into her relentlessly. "Show me."
Her body obeyed. The orgasm ripped through her with a sound that was almost a sob, her back arching off the bedpost, her cunt clenching around him in waves so tight he had to fight for every thrust.
He didn't stop.
Fucked her through it, his hand still pressed to her belly, feeling the contractions ripple under his palm. Her legs had gone slack around his waist, all the strength drained out of them, and he hitched her higher, took more of her weight, and kept going.
His own release was building at the base of his spine. He drove into her harder, chasing it, until white crowded the edges of his vision.
The orgasm tore through him like something with claws. He buried himself to the hilt and held there, his whole body locking up, spilling into her in pulses so intense his knees nearly buckled. A sound came out of him that he didn't recognize, low and broken and animal.
Her cunt was still fluttering around him.
Aftershocks, or maybe she was coming again.
He couldn't tell where her pleasure ended and his began.
His hand was still pressed to her belly, and he could feel himself inside her, feel the way her body gripped him and held him there like it never wanted to let go.
His forehead dropped to her shoulder. He stood there, breathing hard, his cock still buried inside her and his hand still spread across her belly.
The belt creaked above them. Small sound. Tired leather.
Varek lifted his head. Reached up and worked the knot loose with fingers that weren't as steady as he would have liked. The leather slipped free, and Mab's arms came down—slowly, stiffly, her shoulders protesting the angle they'd been held at.
He caught her wrists before they dropped. Brought them to his mouth, one and then the other, pressing his lips to the red marks the belt had left.
"Can you stand?"
She made a sound that wasn't quite a word.
He lifted her off the bedpost. His cock slipped out of her as he moved, and she made a small, bereft sound that shot straight through him. He ignored it. Carried her to the bed and set her down on the edge, then went to the basin stand and wet a cloth.
When he came back, she was listing sideways, her eyes half-closed, her arms hanging limp at her sides. He cleaned her with efficient strokes—between her thighs, across her belly, over the marks on her breasts. She hissed when the cloth touched her nipples.
"Sore?"
"Yes."
"Good."
He tossed the cloth toward the basin without looking to see if it landed. Pulled back the covers and lifted her again, settling her against the pillows. She went where he put her, boneless and quiet, her red hair spread across the white linen.
Varek climbed in after her. The bed frame groaned under his weight, and his feet hung off the end the way they always did, but he'd stopped noticing that days ago. He pulled her against his chest, her back to his front, and wrapped his arm around her waist.
His hand settled on her belly. Stayed there.
"Tomorrow," he said against her hair, "you can wear whatever you want.
The gray dress. The apron. The kerchief.
" His thumb moved in a slow circle across her skin.
"And I'll still put you on my horse and ride three days with my cock hard against your back, and every warrior in my command will know exactly what I'm thinking about. "
She was quiet for a moment. Then: "They'll know?"
"They'll smell it on me." He pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck. "They already do."
She stirred against him. A small movement, her body settling deeper into the curve of his. Her hand came up and covered his where it rested on her stomach, her fingers light against his scarred knuckles, her palm barely pressing down. Like she wasn't sure she was allowed.
He turned his hand beneath hers. Laced their fingers together over the soft curve of her belly.
"Sleep," he said. "Long ride tomorrow."
Her thumb moved once across his knuckle.
Then her breathing slowed, her body sinking into his, and Varek lay there in the dark with his woman in his arms and his hand spread across the part of herself she'd tried to hide from him.