Chapter 22 #2
With a single sound of arousal falling from her lips, the breathiest of moans. I’m a being of desire, made purely of my need for her. I bite down harder, drawing out another sound, and grunt as I grind into her.
“May I taste you, little halfling?” The question comes out of me, pathetic and whimpering. “Please. Let me kneel between your legs and worship you, as if you are the moon goddess—for in my eyes, you are. You’re the only one strong enough to touch the curse. You’re a deity to me.”
“Emyr. Please.” She writhes beneath me and tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me down. “Cease your constant chattering and do what you’re asking to.”
I chuckle, and she places me exactly where I want to be. Her underthings are soaked—in more ways than one. I remove them delicately. Burying my face in her heat is my new heaven. My nose brushes against her clit as I inhale and push my tongue into her soaked cunt.
It’s as if I am touching the moon and all of her magic. I need another taste, pushing my tongue into her over and over as I grind my face into her heat. Each gasp from her mouth, each moan, is magic to me. It’s magic that belongs to me.
She wraps her legs around my head and holds me there, pressed against her heat. Gods, can I make her come like this? May we stay here forever? I don’t leave until she’s quivering beneath me and her grip on my head finally ceases.
Gasping, searching for air, I lift my head and can’t help but smile.
There is a dazed look on her beautiful face; her lavender gaze still cuts through my soul.
Our gazes locking makes me strain in my pants, and it is all too visible when I move onto my knees.
Rain pours onto us, splattering her perfect face.
Rather than requesting that we go inside, she tugs at my shirt and pulls me closer.
“Take me,” she whispers against my mouth. “Show me I am the one. Prove it has been me all along.”
I grind into her core. “Can you not already feel the proof?”
A soft chuckle passes through my lips, and I slip my fingers between us, pressing two into her cunt.
“I-I suppose I can.”
I kiss her neck and spread my fingers, preparing her to take what she asked for. “But you still want more.” I sink my teeth into her soft flesh, relishing her gasp. “I didn’t know you would be so greedy.”
“Then you have much to learn about me,” she murmurs. “I suppose I do, too. I’ve never been greedy, but I want to be when I’m with you.”
“I want you to be greedy with me.” I pull my fingers from her core and pop them into my mouth, licking every last drop of her arousal. “For your pleasure is my own, and I’ll be greedy in return, drinking your desire up until I’m satisfied.”
She takes the opportunity to unfasten my trousers, wasting no time to push them down my hips.
“Then please me,” she says—a demand, not a request.
My cock throbs at the harsh, commanding tone.
I hold her thighs and press her legs open wider and grind against her, my cock gliding through her wet folds with ease. The urge to take her, to slide into her, to forever conjoin us is something I fight in favor of drawing soft, pleading mewls from her swollen lips.
The moonlight shining onto her has never seemed quite as perfect as when I finally press my tip into her entrance. She gasps again, and I whimper as I give her every inch, angling my hips so I can push against her throbbing clit.
“This is all I need.” Her voice is a low whisper in my ear. “You filling me. Our bodies joining. Is this not the greatest bliss?”
My fingers press hard into her thighs. “You don’t know how this feels for me…”
“I do.” She touches my chin delicately, guiding me to look her in the eye. “I feel it. Everything you feel runs through me, like magic. Take your pleasure, for it becomes mine. You are being so good for me, Emyr.”
“I’ll give you all of my pleasure. Every bit of it. It’s yours.”
I thrust into her harder and groan as I bottom out, filling her with everything I have. Her head leans back, but our eyes never unlock. She gasps as I thrust, desperately chasing my pleasure.
It is still for her, all for her, but—
“I need you,” I whine, losing my mind to pleasure. “Please. Please come with me. Let me feel you clenching around me. Give your pleasure to me.”
“Yes.”
“Say my name.” I push harder, seconds from the edge with each thrust of my hips and each shake of her abundant form.
“Emyr,” she gasps. “I’m yours. Fill me.”
And for the rest of the days, so long as she will have me, I’ll do precisely as she pleases. This moment is no exception.
OPHELIA
We return to his bedchamber, bathe off the rain and dirt, and curl into his warm bed. The crackling fire lulls us to sleep, making my bones heavy in the most delectable way. The room’s energy buzzes loud enough that even if I could not feel my lover’s emotions, I would know them.
Emyr is my lover. He loves me. There’s still much that can come between us, but those doubts and obstacles no longer exist to me.
His cluttered room no longer looks like clutter.
It’s home. I am comfortable in his arms, with his weight pressed on top of me and his chin resting delicately on my chest.
He peers down at me with his sky-blue eyes. “That was not your first time, was it?”
I give him a dry look. “Do you think I’d have allowed it to happen in the mud if it had been my first time?”
“You didn’t seem to have any complaints about the mess.” He kisses the center of my chest, just between my breasts. “And you’re clean now.”
“That I am.” My brows scrunch together. “I don’t mean to ask a silly question of my own, but did you and Minetta ever…?”
I could be sick at the thought—and it is not from jealousy. The idea of Minetta touching him tenderly while lying to him makes me queasy.
“No,” he says. “Never. We shared two kisses, and I knew quickly that we would not have that sort of relationship.”
A soft wave of relief washes over me. “Then why did you continue your betrothal?”
He sighs. “For honor. Duty.”
“Things I do not understand.”
“I don’t believe that for a moment, little halfling. You’re the most honorbound, dutiful person I have the pleasure of knowing.”
I roll my eyes, though his words continue to tickle me. “You’ve already given me enough flattery for one evening. You may stop now.”
“I can’t stop speaking about how I feel for you until I finally fall asleep, but please trust me when I say: in the morning, I’ll have just as many praises to sing.”
Despite his claims, his words already sound soft, delirious with exhaustion.
I am moments from falling into slumber with him, with the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress.
Helena may worry about where I am. I told her I would be with the prince, but surely she didn’t consider how long I would be away. When he invited me to the garden, I certainly didn’t think that we would end the night in his bedchamber.
If anyone discovers I spent the night here…
“You must sleep,” I murmur. “Something tells me you’ve not slept well since you ran from me.”
“That would be correct.” He yawns. “Now that I’m with you, this may be the best sleep of my life.”
I shove his shoulders playfully. “You must move first, lest you crush me. You would not be pleased in the morning, would you?”
“No, no. I wouldn’t.”
His laughter, soft and sleepy, is the last thing I hear before I fall asleep in his arms. Though he’s often joked about his weak nature, I have never felt more protected than with his lithe form wrapped around mine.