Chapter 16 Hanne #2
I knew what would happen from the books I’d read, knew where his thickness would enter, but the adrenaline still rushed through me because this was real, not a book that was eventually removed from the library by those who didn’t approve of the content.
I’d had to go into the village to get more, to go to a bookstore that sold independent titles that weren’t delivered to the castle.
He scooted me up the bed until my head was on a pillow, and he moved over me like a heavy rain cloud ready to pour. He slid both of his arms behind my knees and pinned them back, angling my hips farther back than they’d ever been, parting my thighs so he could easily fit against me.
His hands tightened into fists as they dug into the sheets. His warm length pressed against my sex like a kiss. Instead of guiding himself inside and entering the softness between my petals, he dipped his head and kissed me.
But it wasn’t the hard and possessive kiss from before.
This time, it was gentle, contained his breath, soft but purposeful.
He turned his head one way and kissed me for a while, and when he stopped to turn the other way, he gently brushed his nose against mine, our eyes locked for a brief instant before he kissed me again.
I gripped the bulging muscle of his biceps, heat that was hotter than a fire, and then I clutched at his shoulders, which were even thicker.
Lost in the softness of his kiss, I relaxed underneath him.
A burn throbbed in my body, the heat made me melt like the wax of a candle, and the desire I felt for him was greater than it’d ever been.
I’d wanted him to make love to me before, but now, it felt different.
It felt different because he was finally there with me.
In the moment, heart-to-heart, our souls were anxious to touch. He kissed me like my mouth was a paradise for his lips and tongue. He breathed with me, the fire cracking from the hearth, the scent of his sweat making me ache even more.
He was the one to end the kiss. The one to take the logs from the flame.
He looked down at me with dark eyes that seemed lighter than the sky.
He pulled his arm away from the back of my knee and pointed his length at my entrance.
He pushed slightly, his length opening my inner petals, and gave another gentle push.
I sucked in a breath when I felt him try to squeeze inside me.
He returned his hand to my other knee, and he continued his slow intrusion, his eyes watching mine as he inched farther within me.
My nails clawed at him as he went deeper. My chest tightened with every breath. I felt the slickness between my legs, but there was still resistance. He felt ten times too big for me, but he continued to make his way farther and farther, my breaths rising more the closer he came to my core.
When I felt like I couldn’t take any more, he came to a stop. His dark eyes were focused and intense, like this slow introduction made him burn white-hot. He watched me as he gave me a chance to accept his length.
He didn’t ask if I was okay. Didn’t ask if I wanted to stop.
Good.
He started to rock into me gentle and slow, giving me his length before he took it away again, his core tight and his muscles flexed. He moaned several times like he enjoyed it right away.
It took me a second to absorb the sensation, how good it made me feel, how inaccurately those books had described a pleasure so immense I couldn’t find the words.
Every time he came close and rubbed my nub, it felt even better.
The first time was supposed to hurt, and while it was hard to take in something so large, I wouldn’t describe it as painful. It all felt so good.
His face rested above mine, and his breaths became more labored as he moved, moaning as he rocked into me, enjoying my body the way I enjoyed his. Every time he moaned, it sent a chill down my spine and caused a small explosion in my core.
I felt it creep into my skin, the same burning pleasure he’d given me before.
It was slight in its introduction then built slowly, like a fire getting more logs for its flames.
But the more it increased, the faster it accelerated.
Within a span of two breaths, it was there—and I felt my entire body tighten.
“Morco…” My nails clawed deep into his flesh, and I felt his thrusts increase when he knew I enjoyed it. My vision turned hazy as the tears blocked my sight. When they spilled down my cheeks, I could see again, looking at Morco above me and experiencing the best high I’d ever known. “Yes…”
He moaned then grunted, watching me revel in the connection and intimacy I’d only read as words on a page. Would it feel this way with anyone? Or did it only feel this good with him?
This one was longer than the last, a burn that continued to ravage anything in its path. I moaned in his face and then gave a quiet scream, feeling my body melt away and then solidify once again.
He thrust into me harder than before, and that was when it started to hurt, when there was more of him and more often than before.
But his face was tinted red, and his eyes looked to be in a daze that matched mine, like he was there with me.
His thrusts became uneven, and his moans sounded like animalistic grunts and vocal bursts of pleasure.
Then he went still, his heavy body on top of mine and keeping me pinned in place.
He breathed for several seconds before his mouth dipped to mine, and he kissed me, kissed me hard like this was the beginning rather than the end.
I knew once that happened, it was over, at least for a while.
But he stayed deep and hard inside me, like what I’d thought happened hadn’t come to pass. The kiss ended and he pulled away, his eyes hungry again, his chest slightly damp from the sweat. Then he started to move inside me just the way he had before. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” I felt his hard chest, hard like a hot stone. “I don’t want you to stop…”
I woke up when I felt him move from the bed.
Buck naked, he approached the dying fire and leaned down to throw on another log to keep it burning dimly. Sparks flew at the collision, and after the fire leaped to life, it burned down once more.
Squatted down on the rug, he watched it burn for a moment before he rose to his full height and came back to me. When he pulled back the sheets, his eyes caught mine before he joined me in bed.
He hooked his arm around the small of my back and pulled me to him, my leg hiked over his hip, our naked bodies flush. He shared the pillow with me, his sharp eyes looking into mine with the same intensity he always wore, even half asleep.
I stared back, admiring his hard jawline, his dark eyes. The most beautiful man I’d ever seen—and he was all mine.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“If you did, I didn’t notice.” I circled his neck with my arm and played with the short strands of his dark hair. My tits were warm against his bare chest. My entire body was warm with him there, especially my heart.
A subtle smirk moved over his lips, hardly noticeable.
“Can we stay here today?” I had no idea if it was morning yet. We could have just slept an hour—there was no way to know. It was one of the things I didn’t like about living in a dark chasm.
“No.”
That was the answer I expected, but I was still disappointed.
“But you can.”
“Not without you.” I rubbed my hand over his hard chest, loving the cuts between his muscles, the constant heat he generated just by being a man.
“Where you go, I go.” We hadn’t shared our feelings toward each other until he’d confronted me, and now that the dam had been broken, I let the emotions flood out.
He didn’t seem to mind, judging from the way he looked at me. “Caius should have been back by now. I’ll need to look for him with a few guys. Make sure he’s okay.”
“I’ll come with you.” I meant what I said. Whether it was straight into danger or the comfort of his cabin, I was with him until the end.
He didn’t tell me to stay. “We’ll see if he shows up by the afternoon.”
“You think something happened to him?”
“I don’t know. It’s possible they just didn’t want to come back empty-handed and they continue to hunt. Caius and Liam are seasoned soldiers, and the sciwards don’t come this way, so I find it hard to believe something happened to them.”
“What about Krull? What if he did something?”
Morco’s handsome face didn’t dissolve into anger. “He’s probably already dead by now. And if he’s still alive, he’s not a threat.”
“Those wolves, coyotes…whatever they are…were easy for us to find.”
“Coyotes are related to wolves. But either way, they’re nomadic. They may have moved on, which made Caius and Liam travel farther.”
“I think we have enough vegetables to get by without meat.” I’d never eaten much meat at the castle, preferring breads and sweets and vegetables over chunks of steak.
“We need it to be strong. To grow our muscles.”
“It seems like you already have plenty of muscles.” I continued to explore him with my fingers, loving the feeling of his big arms, of his strong chest, the way his stomach was always tight, even when he was at rest.
His mouth remained relaxed, but I could see a hint of a smile in his eyes. “I don’t want to go, but I should.”
“How do you know it’s morning?”
“It’s warmer.”
“It is? I can’t tell.”
“The air grows hotter above in the sun and then makes its way to us. It’s subtle, but having spent my whole life down here, I can feel it.” He cupped my face and gave me a kiss before he started to move from the bed.
“Wait.” I held on to his arm and kept him close to me. I pulled him into me as I rolled onto my back, getting him on top of me, my soft thighs squeezing his hips.
His eyes were as hard as his body. “You must be sore.”
“I don’t care.” I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me, bringing our mouths together for a deep kiss with breath and tongue, not the tender goodbye kiss he’d just tried to give me.