Chapter 62 #2
Rìan's gaze dropped to the light spreading through me, my skin aglow like a distant moon.
Resignation flickered across his face, followed by something quieter.
Sadder. As though he were bracing himself for the moment the Eidra would empty me completely, until there was nothing left of me but the body it wore.
But it wouldn’t.
This time was different.
He started to step away. Before he could, my hands found him.
My fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt, drawing him back to me.
There were words buried somewhere inside me—gratitude, forgiveness, wonder, a thousand impossible things I longed to tell him—but each one felt painfully inadequate beside the enormity of what he’d done for me.
So instead I rose onto my toes and closed the last breath of distance between us.
My lips found his.
I poured every impossible feeling into the kiss, every truth too vast for words to carry.
He gathered me to him, his arm curling around my waist as he accepted the silent confession of my heart.
His other hand cradled the back of my head, my waves slipping through his fingers as he drew my mouth more firmly to his.
The kiss deepened, my lips parting for him without thought.
He tasted me with unbearable patience, each slow brush of his tongue a careful question, as controlled and restrained as he always was with his magic.
The feel of him—his warmth, the solid line of his body against mine—sent heat pulsing through me. I wanted him closer.
His mouth drifted to my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
A shiver rippled through me. My head tipped back of its own accord, silently offering him more, my fingers tangling through the dark strands of his hair to keep him there.
He kissed me, gently, his tongue soothing the place he'd claimed before his teeth closed around my skin with just enough force to tear a cry from me.
He swallowed the sound at once, his mouth finding mine again.
Desire spilled low inside me, burning away every other thought.
With one firm nudge of his knee, he eased my thighs apart, settling his leg between them.
My hips rolled against it before I could stop myself, chasing the friction, seeking relief from the need building inside me.
My hand drifted down, skimming over the front of his trousers.
The hard length of him, even through the layers between us, sent another wave of heat crashing through me, leaving me breathless.
He groaned at my touch, his hips bucking helplessly against my palm before his forehead fell to the crook of my neck.
“We shouldn't.” His breath came ragged against my skin.
Even as he spoke, I stroked him again. His body responded as though it had no choice.
I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to know what that looked like—felt like.
His hands slid to my rear, and in one smooth motion he lifted me.
My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, my core pressed against his hard length, the feel of him drawing a gasp from my lips as he carried me toward the hut.
He kicked the door shut, bones clacking together faintly overhead.
Darkness folded around us until the only light came from my skin.
But it was no longer silver.
It shone pale gold instead, warm and luminous, bathing us both in the soft glow of a setting sun.
He carried me to the nest of furs and lowered me gently onto my back. His fingers caught the hem of my loose shift, lifting it swiftly over my head before he stripped off his own shirt and unlaced his trousers.
Each discarded layer revealed another impossible inch of him, and I drank in the sight, almost dizzy with want. His body was all sculpted muscle and raw power, a rough, masculine beauty that made my pulse ratchet higher and my mouth water.
My eyes drifted lower, tracing the deep vertical lines of his hips to the fine line of hair trailing into the darkened nest between his legs. His thick cock strained toward me, ridged and veined and larger than I'd anticipated.
“Open your legs.” The rough command made liquid heat pool in my center. I did as he said, parting them to betray the slick wetness waiting there for him.
He cursed under his breath as his eyes fixed on my core, drinking me in with a hunger that left me flushed from head to toe. “Eidra… you have no idea what you do to me.”
He knelt between my legs, nudging them wider apart. Then he reached forward, his fingertips finding the curve of my breast before brushing lightly over the hardened peak of my nipple. He pinched, the brief flare of pain only sharpening the pleasure that followed.
His touch gentled again. His hand drifted lower, tracing the line of my waist before skimming slowly over my stomach.
His fingers found the silk between my thighs, his touch so sure, so perfectly attuned to me, that my eyes rolled back and a shudder swept through my body.
His eyes fixed on my face as each caress drew helpless sounds from my lips.
Slowly he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them until they found that perfect place along my inner walls that made every muscle clench.
At the same time, his thumb skimmed over the sensitive bud above, the slow, deliberate pressure making stars burst behind my eyes.
A cry tore from my throat and I rolled helplessly against his hand.
A low, animal grunt escaped him.
He withdrew his fingers, glistening with my arousal, and lifted them to his mouth. His eyes darkened as he closed his lips around them, tasting the salt and sweetness of my desire for him.
He adjusted his hips and I gasped as the swollen tip of his cock pressed against my entrance.
I lifted my hips instinctively, chasing the feel of him, desperate for him to bury himself deep inside me.
But instead he flattened one hand against my hip, holding me firmly against the furs while his other returned to the pulsing bud between my legs.
His fingers stroked and circled, teasing it with growing urgency, each touch drawing the sweet tension tighter.
I tried to move my hips again, silently begging him to enter me, but he wouldn't. All it did was make me writhe with need, rubbing myself desperately against the head of his cock while his fingers continued their merciless rhythm.