Chapter 16 #2
With those words, he reached up, bringing his body higher while she lowered her head and caught him in another deep kiss.
As he moved, so did his hand, exploring further up.
When his fingers brushed her entrance, she moaned against his lips, and when he hesitated, she grabbed his hair, deepening the kiss, showing him without words how much she needed him.
His fingers slipped inside her, his other hand supporting her back, and she kissed him until the sensations he was building inside of her made her groan and tilt her head back.
He did not slow down, kissing her neck instead, muttering fervently how beautiful she was, how perfect, and with every word and every pump of his hand he drew her closer to something she hadn't known she needed.
Her body heaved, her breasts straining impatiently against the fabric of her dress and a new heat overwhelmed her as she whispered his name.
"Theon…"
"Mm?" His lips were too occupied to speak as he nuzzled against her chest. He kissed her breast through the fabric and she whimpered, her hips twitching, and his fingers worked against her more firmly.
"Theon…"
He raised his head and stared up at her, his eyes dark with lust and worship. "I like how ye say me name," he growled. "I like how I make ye feel good."
She tried to speak, but something spasmed inside her as he pressed his thumb hard against her.
Her whole body tightened and she cried out, not his name this time but a wordless prayer.
He caught her lips, kissing her hard as she jerked against him, lost entirely in the world of pleasure he had created for her.
When she blinked back to reality, he had withdrawn his hand and gotten to his feet. He was watching her, his chest heaving as though her own pleasure had overwhelmed him too. She had never felt such pleasure before, but now all she wanted was to make him feel it too.
She stood, wobbly on her feet as the aftershocks burst through her. She pressed herself against him, and he took her kiss eagerly. She could taste the hunger on his lips as he kissed her, and she knew he was restraining himself, trying not to overwhelm her.
"Sit," she said as she pulled back, a heady power taking her over. He raised an eyebrow but obeyed, sitting on the same ledge she had just occupied.
Briana paused. She knew what she wanted, but she didn't know how to start, nor did she have the words to ask. "I love ye," she said. "I never meant tae, but God, Theon, I love ye."
It seems those were the right words, because his eyes softened for a moment. "I've never loved anyone 'til I met ye," he replied.
Without looking away from her, he undid his tartan, allowing it to fall away, leaving himself fully exposed.
She took in the sight of him, her breath catching, all her nervousness dissolving into desire.
He held out a hand, and she took it, following him as he led her to his lap.
He held her hips gently, guiding her, letting her move slowly as she found her comfort.
They fit together perfectly. When he filled her, she let out a desperate gasp, clawing at his back as she tried to tame the overwhelming sensation.
The feeling of him inside of her was indescribable, and she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in.
He growled, the sound sending shivers through her skin.
When she jerked, he let out a feral groan that uncoiled a new heat inside her, a new desperation that she knew only he could quench.
"Ye feel so good. So good, Briana. Mine," he panted, then kissed her hard, claiming and demanding her. His grip was like iron, and she was his willing prisoner. He lifted her again and lowered them both to the ground, the stone cold against the fever of her skin.
Theon looked deep into her eyes. "Mine," he told her, just as he had in the forest, just as he had when he kissed her for the first time. "Mine."
"Yers," she breathed. "Oh, Theon, please…"
He began to move inside her, slowly at first, but he could not restrain his hunger for long.
His thrusts grew faster, harder, and every movement set her body aflame.
She lost herself, her eyes rolling back as her voice echoed around the cave with desperate cries and wordless streams of words, her hands roaming his back, encouraging him, begging him to fill her completely.
He buried his head in her neck, his hips moving in time with hers now, desperation and pleasure so sweet that it was almost pain building inside of her.
His teeth brushed her neck and her vision went white.
That feeling built again, and she wanted to lose herself to it. She moved to touch him, but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her head as he moved even faster, thrusting harder. Just when she felt she couldn't take it anymore, she screamed out his name as the peak overwhelmed her again.
"Briana," he groaned, and her peak hit again, even more powerfully than before. She tightened around him, and he released a moment later, a deep sound escaping his chest in harmony with hers.
As he finished, he pressed another hard kiss against her lips, and they rode those last moments out together.
Afterward, they lay on their backs on the cool stone, Theon's tartan draped haphazardly over them, their hands joined. Briana's body sang, sensitive to the wind and the air around them.
"What now?" she breathed after an eternity. She knew she'd follow him wherever he went.
"Now?" Theon asked. He turned his head to look at her, looking tired but truly content. "Now it's time tae go home."
For the first time in her life, Briana felt a thrill at those words.
For the first time in her life, she knew what home meant—because it lay by her side in the shape of her dreams.