Chapter 29 #3
He slid his fingers from her breasts down her abdomen and lower, brushing her, wanting to thank her for all the times she could have worked against him—could have killed him—and hadn’t. Her support meant so much. Now, it meant everything.
“Vorik,” she gasped as he slid his fingers into her, making her twitch toward him, wanting more stimulation, more of him. That was exactly what he intended to give her. “I need—” She gripped his shoulders, fingers tight.
“Me?” He smiled, then lowered his mouth to her breast as he stroked her below, feeling her readiness. Even under the worst of circumstances, she always responded to him, always wanted him. He loved that. He loved her.
“You,” she agreed, arching toward him.
His need growing more intense, Vorik lifted Syla onto the bed.
As soon as he came down beside her, he shifted atop her to feel her wonderful curves against his chest, then returned to kissing her, stroking and tasting her mouth as his fingers explored her lower depths.
Her heated core throbbed with eagerness, inviting him in. Needing him in.
Her fingers flexed and tightened on his shoulders as she rocked into his touch. Already she panted, sweat glistening on her skin. It was so hot. She was hot.
A part of him wanted to linger, making the moment last, but he’d grown so hard. And when she lowered a hand, wrapping it around his thick shaft, her fingers were electric. He caught himself groaning and pushing into her touch.
“I need you,” she whispered, breathless.
“You’re so demanding, my queen,” he said, realizing he was breathless as well. Her hand on his cock was so intensely arousing as she flexed her fingers around him. “Syla.”
“Vorik.” She spread her legs and drew him to her.
“Syla. My beautiful Syla.” He drank her in with his eyes as he plunged into her, his desire to be gentle waning as lust flared within him.
But she took him eagerly, as she always did, her passion-filled eyes saying his powerful thrusts were exactly what she wanted.
She even cried out, begging for him to plunge into her again, faster, harder.
For a fleeting second, he thought of what the guards in the corridor might hear, but as he sank into her, her hands gripping and rubbing his shoulders and arms as she arched up to meet his every plunge, he forgot them.
He forgot his losses and his angst and regrets.
He forgot everything but Syla for whom it was all worth it.
Her cry of ecstasy when she came made him so happy that he followed right after, pouring himself into her, wanting to claim her, wanting her to be his forever. Soon, they collapsed together, sated. Wondrously sated.
“Vorik,” Syla whispered, her breathing still heavy, their chests pressed together, their arms wrapped around each other. “Thank you for coming.”
He knew she meant in the mine, but he smiled and nuzzled the side of her neck. “I’ll always come for you. I even come for you when you’re not around.”
“Really,” she said, dryness in her tone as she ran her hands along his back, sliding them over his butt and squeezing him.
“Every night,” he assured her. “Sometimes in the middle of the day as well. I love you.”
He shifted to his side, pulling her over so they remained close upon the sheets, sweaty and spent and satisfied.
“I love you,” he repeated, so she would know he meant it, that it wasn’t his sated lust speaking.
“I love you too.” She kissed him, her eyes glistening again. Not from sorrow this time, he thought, but because his love meant something to her. Maybe it meant a lot. He was glad. But she looked so serious that he had to lighten his tone for his next words.
“I especially love that you haven’t let anyone shackle me this time. You’re a wonderful captor.”
“A much better one than you.” Syla smiled and pushed her hand through his tangled hair.
“I didn’t let anyone shackle you either.”
“You shackled me. And let them poke drugs into me.”
“I’m sorry. That was inconsiderate.”
“It was. I don’t know why I brought you a tart.” Syla lifted the pan from the table with a smile that suggested she would, despite her suggestion that it was inferior because it had been baked a few days earlier, enjoy sharing it with him.
“Because you’re a wonderful, forgiving, and magnanimous woman.”
“I am.”
They rearranged themselves in a sitting position in bed, leaning against the wall with her leg atop his, their shoulders touching, and they split the dessert in half. At the first bite of deliciously spiced baked apples with their buttery pastry topping, Vorik’s eyes rolled upward.
“I really do love you.” Vorik wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
She leaned into him. “Good. I need that. I need you.”
“You absolutely do,” he assured her with a kiss to her temple. “I look forward to helping you get your kingdom and your castle back. Especially the kitchen.”
“It’s an important room to control.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
Vorik had no idea what his future would hold, and if soldiers would throw them both into a dungeon cell as soon as they arrived, but they would be together. That was enough.
THE END