Chapter 14 #3
She pulled back slightly, searching my face with those penetrating green eyes.
"I'm president for two more years, Rickon.
Two more years of living in a fishbowl, of every moment scrutinized, every relationship analyzed and picked apart.
" Her voice dropped. "I've already decided I'm not running again.
I can't do another term. But...." She touched my face, her fingers trembling against my skin.
"You’d really do that? Stay on Earth, wear a disguise every single day, just to be with me? "
"Yes." The answer came without hesitation, without a doubt. "Gladly. I love you, Ellie."
The words hung between us, raw and honest and terrifying in their simplicity.
Her tears spilled over then, tracking down her cheeks in silvery trails. "I love you too," she whispered, and then her mouth was on mine.
The kiss was desperate, hungry, filled with all the fear and hope and need we'd been holding back.
I pulled her against me, one hand tangling in her hair while the other pressed against the small of her back.
She made a small sound in her throat, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as if she feared I might disappear.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, I rested my forehead against hers. "We should go," I murmured against her lips, reluctant to move even an inch away from her.
"What if I don't want to?" She whispered, feathering her mouth over mine. "Rickon," she breathed against my lips. "I need—"
"I know." My hands were already working at her clothes, mindful of the chill inside the fishing shed despite the heat raging between us. "I know. I've got you."
My words seemed to do something to her, because she made a sound low in her throat that went straight to my cock. A second later and her hands were fumbling with my pants.
"These fucking things," she muttered, yanking at the zipper.
I finally got the zipper down and shoved my pants down my hips, kicking them off along with my boots in movements that were far from graceful. The cold air hit my heated skin, but I barely registered it, not when Ellie was looking at me like that, her eyes bright with want.
"Your turn," I said, my voice rough as I reached for the zipper of her parka. My fingers were steadier now, more purposeful, as I drew it down slowly. She shivered, whether from anticipation or the cold, I couldn't tell.
I peeled the parka off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then reached for the hem of her thermal shirt.
"Arms up," I murmured, and she obeyed, lifting them so I could pull the shirt over her head.
Her bra was simple, practical, and somehow that made it even more erotic, this glimpse of the real Ellie beneath all the layers of protection she wore.
The moment the thermal cleared her head, she gasped at the chill, goosebumps rising across her skin. I immediately pulled her against me, wrapping my arms and wings around her, sharing my body heat.
"I've got you," I repeated against her hair, my hands running up and down her back. "I'm not letting you freeze."
"My pants," she said, her teeth chattering slightly. "Get them off, then warm me up properly."
I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face even as my cock throbbed with need.
I made quick work of her pants, crouching down to help her step out of them, my hands steadying her.
When I rose back up, she was standing there gloriously naked and shivering.
I gathered her back into my arms immediately, curving my wings to wrap us in a cocoon of warmth.
"Better?" I asked, running my hands over her skin, trying to generate friction and warmth.
"Getting there," she breathed, pressing herself against me. The feel of her naked body against mine was almost enough to make me lose what little control I had left.
I growled, a sound that was more animal than civilized male, and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly.
I turned, carrying her the few steps to the wall where a thick flannel blanket hung, probably meant for insulation against the winter cold. I braced her against it, the soft fabric cushioning her back, and she gasped at the contact.
"This okay?" I asked, even as my hips pressed forward, grinding against her.
"Yes," she breathed. "God, yes. Stop asking and just…."
I kissed her hard, swallowing whatever she'd been about to say, my tongue claiming her mouth the way I was about to claim her body. My hands slid down to grip her ass, holding her in place, and she moaned into my mouth.
"Mine," I said against her throat, my teeth scraping the delicate skin. "My Ellie."
"Yours," she agreed breathlessly. "God, Rickon, please—"
The head of my cock found her entrance, slick and ready, and I had to close my eyes against the overwhelming sensation of it.
"Look at me," she commanded, and my eyes snapped open to meet hers. "I want to see you when you claim me."
I thrust up, seating myself inside her in one smooth motion, and we both groaned at the sensation. She was tight and hot and perfect, gripping me like she'd been made for this, made for me.
"Fuck," I breathed. "Ellie."
I started to move, unable to be gentle, unable to be anything but desperate and demanding. The wall behind her shuddered with each thrust, old wood creaking, and she clung to me with her arms around my neck, her face buried against my shoulder.
"Harder," she gasped. "Rickon, please, harder."
I complied, pounding into her with a force that should have worried me but only seemed to drive her higher. Her nails raked down my back, probably drawing blood, and the pain only spurred me on.
"Mine," I growled again. "Tell me you're mine."
"Yours," she cried out. "Always yours."
The word on her lips undid me. My wings, which I'd kept carefully wrapped around us, flexed wide, trembling.
Ellie didn't flinch. Her hands moved from my shoulders to touch the sensitive joints where wing met spine, and I nearly came from that alone.
"Beautiful," she whispered. "You're so beautiful."
I adjusted my grip, one hand under her ass and the other braced against the wall above her head and changed the angle. She made a choked sound that told me I'd found what I was looking for.
"There?" I asked, though I knew the answer.
"There, God, right there, don't stop—"
I didn't. I couldn't have stopped if the entire shack had collapsed around us. I hammered into her, hitting that spot with every thrust, feeling her tighten around me as she climbed higher.
"Come for me," I demanded. "Let me feel you come on my cock."
Her orgasm hit like a detonation, her entire body going rigid as she cried out my name, her inner walls clenching around me in rhythmic pulses.
The sensation dragged me over the edge with her, and I buried myself as deep as I could go, spilling inside her with a roar that was probably heard across the lake.
We stayed like that for long moments, both trembling, both struggling to breathe. My wings were still mantled protectively around us, creating a private space within the shed.
Slowly, carefully, I lowered us both to the floor, settling on a ratty but thick rug, unwilling to pull out of her yet. She settled in my lap, her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around her.
"I love you," I said, the words feeling inadequate for what I felt. "I love you so much it terrifies me."
"Don't be afraid. I love you too." She kissed me, soft and sweet this time.
We stayed there on the floor of that dusty fishing shed, wrapped in each other, until the sun dropped low in the sky, and the weight of duty pulled us back to reality.