Chapter 42
ACKER
“I know,” I tell her, unable to contain my smirk.
She can be properly mad at me after the war is over and she’s still alive.
Her hands clench the front of my shirt, and I brace myself for another sparring round, but I am unprepared when she brings her mouth back to me. The kiss is almost as punishing as it is hungry. When she sucks my tongue into her mouth, it’s nearly my undoing.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I’m able to get a few words out. “This isn’t going to change my mind,” I warn her.
She moves her hands to the buttons of my shirt. “Stop talking,” she orders, sliding her hands onto my skin as soon as there’s a big enough gap in the fabric.
Her touch laces heat across my chest, and she must sense how much I love it because she moves her mouth to the hollow of my throat. “Jovie,” I say, with an effort of willpower. “I mean it. Don’t do this if—”
She shoves me off her, and I think she’s finally come to her senses, only for her to slap me across the face.
The shock of it is short-lived as fire spreads across my cheek, into my blood, and straight to my cock.
When I meet her gaze, her expression is wild.
As if she’s not entirely in control of herself.
Underneath all of it, a craving unlike anything I’ve ever felt before filters through the tether.
Anger and desire, but most importantly … need.
“I don’t know why I did that,” she breathes, cheeks tinting pink. “But I’m sure you deserve it.”
My choked laughter is brief as I grab her by the face and kiss her. She instantly melts into me, pliable beneath my lips. But it doesn’t last more than a moment before she’s attempting to break the kiss again, words already forming on the tip of her tongue.
I cover her mouth with my hand, directing her back onto the bed.
“Shut your fucking mouth and let me give you what you need.” My words elicit a rush of desire down the tether and I groan as I get her underneath me.
“You’ve been needing me,” I say, rocking the hardness of my covered cock against her.
Pulling back, I reach for the waistband of her pants, undoing them and stripping them from her legs.
I strip off my own shirt too and lift the hem of her linen nightshirt to get a better view of her spreading for me.
Then I grab her panties and yank them down her legs, sensing the inferno of lust shooting down the tether.
“From the moment I arrived in Maile. Haven’t you? That’s the real reason you let Fredrich taste you, because you couldn’t admit that it was my tongue you wanted.”
I spread her wider and devour her.
As much as she needed this, I needed it more.
Ever since she made me kneel before her on the wharf, in front of all those devoted soldiers, I knew I’d have my mouth on her cunt again.
Tasting her, making sure she knows exactly who she commands in front of the world, but obeys here.
Me, and only me, as I erase any memory of another man’s mouth with every swipe of my tongue.
I suck and taste every part of her until she begins to rock herself against my face.
Her eyes shoot open when I pull away, fire igniting behind her dazed expression.
I don’t give her time to chastise me as I tear open my pants, shoving them down past my hips.
She tries to reach for me, to pull me down over her, but I flip her onto her stomach.
My name flies from her mouth as a sharp warning, but I ignore her as I kick my pants off fully and then jerk her hips up just enough for me to push inside of her.
Any protests she had die as she gives a low and delicious moan, her pleasure mixing with mine through the Bond so potently that it has me nearly coming already.
I’m deliberately slow as I pull out and slide back in, trailing my palms over her ass, so perfect in my hands, and up her spine and back down again.
Her cheek is flat against the bed as she looks at me out of the corner of her eye.
This time when she says my name, it’s a plea.
My fingers follow the dip of her hips to the curve of her waist. “I need this,” I explain, awestruck and a bit breathless. After all this time … “Let me admire you.”
Then she practically preens under my attention, becoming soft under my hands. Maybe I did deserve the slap because there’s no way I deserve this.
I shove her shirt over her head, twisting it around her wrists to keep her stretched out underneath me as I sink all the way into her again.
I cover her body with mine as I push in to the hilt with a punch of my hips.
She doesn’t have any leverage underneath me, and I relish the trust she has to have to allow me this privilege, to submit to me so wholly.
I dig a steady pace until she’s squirming beneath me, a desperate edge in her moans, in the way her hands fist the material of her shirt.
Then I finally relinquish control. Pulling out, I flip her onto her back again before jerking her into my lap.
I’ve barely gotten situated when she’s settling directly over my cock.
I groan. She’s needy and, fuck, the pulsing sensation down the tether is magnifying everything tenfold.
It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time as she cants her hips, breasts swaying with every shift.
She can only handle it this way for so long before she wraps her arms around me, holding me to her as her moans turn into whimpers. Burying my face in her neck, I inhale her scent, her taste as I scrape my teeth across her skin.
“Just like that, Jovie,” I tell her, and a sharp cry leaves her mouth. “So fucking good.”
I’m so close. Too close. It only takes a few more shifts before her expression contorts from sweet pleasure-pain to outright bliss, body locking tight around my cock, a moan of pure relief as her head falls back.
And I thank the fucking gods as I fall back on the bed, pleasure shooting down my stomach and into my groin as I come harder than I ever have in my entire life.