50. Desperate for You #2
Drawing my hips back, I breathed her name, then entered her, taking her in a single, slow slide, marveling as she trembled and whimpered, rolling her hips to meet me and suddenly we were one.
The cord that existed in my chest, the link with her, glowed bright but then went slack. I gasped as I drew out of her—but then the bond whipped from her to me, looping around my heart and pulling tight, pulling me to her, drawing me down and in, and impossibly, perfectly within her.
I sank with her to the bed, groaning her name as I took her again and she gasped mine. The bond hummed and tightened, pulling so tightly that it seemed my heart would pull out from between my ribs to join hers. I could barely breathe, my body shaking with pleasure and shock as we moved together.
There was no space between us. Her limbs curled around me, my weight pinning her to the bed.
No way to tell where I stopped and she began.
And no disconnect—as I thought about leaving her body only to plunge back in, she braced against my shoulder and moved with me, crying out in joy when I slammed to the hilt and owned her.
The sensations were overwhelming, my need for her consuming. That cord between us yanked tight as we were plunged into a flurry of need, thighs slapping, voices crying. I took a fistful of her hair to ground myself, and felt her nails dig into my back like talons.
We barely moved, our bodies writhing as one, as if it was the love within that rocked and plunged and drove us forward.
With a ragged moan, my body came alive and I had to lift my head to see her.
Had to watch her, to watch myself touch her and see her press into my touch on her neck, her breasts, her sides, then grasping the back of her thigh as I rolled into her, calling her name, demanding her response, holding the peak of each thrust for half a breath that neither of us took .
“Melek!”
“Hold onto me,” I rasped, grabbing her knee and pulling it up over my hip to lift her hips as I pumped into her again. “Hold on to me.”
She was wrapped around me so tightly, I let go, grabbing the top of the mattress to brace, pounding into her as she arched, bowing under me, cries she couldn’t stop breaking in her throat with each thrust.
“Mine,” I whispered savagely, our noses almost brushing as I stared down at her. “My mate. My Queen. Mine to death, Yilan.”
Yilan whimpered, growing more breathless with every joining.
My arms trembled with the strain of fighting myself so I wouldn’t break her.
I dropped my head, our cheeks brushing as I hissed between my teeth, and let her take more of my weight so I could slide one hand down her side, then under the hollow of her back to pull her up as I thrust.
She shuddered and keened my name as the entire universe zoomed in to this pinpoint of space and time.
Nothing existed except us—her warmth, her softness, her cries… my need, my call, my fire for her.
That cord of warmth and light that bound us together snapped tight again, tangling our souls.
I was blind with lust for her, roaring her name, the hair on the back of my neck rising when she rode me and called me, until both of us spiraled to that peak and crashed together there as well, tumbling into freefall, bodies still entwined until we collapsed onto the bed, panting, trembling and twitchy in the aftershocks of our shared climax.
I collapsed over her, my chest heaving, body shivering and my skin alive as we remained locked together.
Forever.
She was mine.
Yilan clung to me, her breasts flattening against my chest each time she inhaled. She still hadn’t taken her nails off my back.
“What… what was that?” she breathed against my ear.
“That was my love for you… and my abject fucking terror about how willing you are to walk into this, Yilan.”
My body felt heavy. Weak. Content, but utterly without energy. But she was pulling for me, turning my head, demanding I meet her eyes. So I groaned and propped up on one elbow, drawing back far enough to look at her.
Our gazes locked and neither of us spoke. She reached up to push strands of hair back that had fallen over my forehead and I felt her body pulse around me again.
Before I could tell her how precious that was, she whispered to me, her eyes searching mine.
“You need to trust me, Melek.”
“I do,” I rasped. “More than anyone, ever. But we have enemies. Powerful enemies. ”
She shook her head. “You need to trust me as much as you trust yourself. We have to do this.”
“I know, but you’re excited about it, Yilan. That’s terrifying!”
“I am excited to win. With you. Together,” she breathed, her forehead lined as she continued to stroke my hair back.
“Yilan, you are fearless. You run into danger… and you expect me to just sit back and watch?”
She shook her head. “God, you can be thick sometimes,” she huffed, softening the words with a smile.
I grunted. “I’m going to let you explain that.”
She huffed again, but her touch on my face grew even gentler. “Every day I watch you prowl into every conflict or risk, heedless of harm to yourself as long as you protect others—including me.”
“That’s my job.”
She nodded. “And it’s mine as well. That doesn’t mean I don’t fear.
It just means, I know what I’m here to do.
Watching you step into this role, Melek…
it’s the most intense, satisfying, thrilling thing I’ve ever seen.
Watching you own what you’re here to do, and challenging others to see it too…
God, I wanted nothing more than to get you naked and ride you stupid when you growl at them to fucking watch you do it.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t fear for you. It just means… I believe in you.”
I stared down at her, frowning even though my heart was singing. “I am terrified of losing you to your own courage,” I admitted gruffly.
“And I know exactly how that feels,” she said simply.
“So… how do we do this? How do I show I believe in you without just letting you hare off into danger without a thought?”
“We do it together,” she whispered, cupping my face with her soft, little hand.
“We walk into the danger together. Any adversary coming for one of us will be forced to face both of us. I’ll have your back, and you’ll have mine.
And we’ll survive it together. We’ll show them, Melek. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
I released a long, deep breath and lowered myself back over her, turning my head so my lips brushed her cheek as I rested on the pillow.
I didn’t move. Didn’t let her go. And she didn’t roll away.
And even though I was still terrified, something in my body felt… released.
Eventually, enveloped by her body and curling mine around hers, I drifted into the darkness and slept.