Chapter Twenty-Three #2
She was on her side of the bed, curled away from mine, the blankets pooled around her waist, so her bruised ribs were on display, her dark hair spilling over her back.
I expected the rush of desire. And that was there. But it was buried beneath something else. Something that was warm instead of hot. Something that felt like being wrapped in a soft blanket when you were freezing. Comforting. Familiar. Right.
I sucked in a deep breath and moved toward the bed, careful not to wake her as I slid in behind her and curled around her warm, soft body.
But it wasn’t long before she stirred anyway, jerking at having gone to sleep alone only to wake up with a man’s arm around her. And another part of his anatomy pressing against her ass.
Sure, I might have been feeling affection, maybe even something close to love when I saw her. But the second my body was against hers, desire had taken control of the reins.
“Rune?”
“If it was someone else holding you like this, I’d have to beat their face in.”
“You sound like a Neanderthal,” she told me, stretching as much as my closeness would allow. “I like it,” she added, finishing her stretch with a little laugh. “How long was I asleep?”
“Hour or two. Not too long. I had Spike order dinner. But if you want to finish your nap, we can—”
“Ugh,” she grumbled, making me stiffen. “Why are you still talking?” she asked.
Then, to make her point, her ass rocked back against me, her body wiggling until the head of my cock pressed between her thighs.
A low moan worked its way out of her as she pressed backward until the whole length of me was pressed against her wet pussy, making my forehead fall to her shoulder at the sensation.
“I could definitely stop talking,” I said. My hand slid up her chest to close over her breast, her nipple pebbling at the touch. “Or I could tell you how fucking good you feel against me like this.” My hips rocked forward as hers pressed back. “Or how much I love the sound of you moaning for me.”
I teased her nipple for a moment before I tracked back down her stomach to press my hand between her thighs. The throaty sound that escaped her when my finger found her clit had my cock twitching.
“Or how hot, and tight, and wet you are for me,” I told her as my fingers slid inside. This time, a groan escaped both of us as I imagined myself deep inside her again.
“Rune, please,” she begged as my fingers started to fuck her.
“Need more than my fingers?” I asked, my lips at her ear.
“Yes.”
My teeth nipped her earlobe as she rocked hard against me, chasing the friction she needed.
My hand moved away, bending awkwardly behind me to rifle through the drawer to grab the protection, then sliding on the condom as quickly as I could as she wiggled and begged for relief.
I pressed against her again, letting her rock against my cock, getting me all wet as she started to drive herself up again.
My hand went between her thighs, engaging her clit as she tried to find what she was searching for until, in a raw, ragged voice, she demanded, “Please, fuck me.”
And, well, I couldn’t turn her down when she asked so nicely, now, could I?
I pulled back, then surged deep inside her with one stroke, groaning at the stretch of her body around me, the clench, the heat.
“Fuck,” I hissed, buried deep inside her tight walls as she let out a long moan. “Fuck, I don’t think I can be as gentle this time,” I warned.
But then she was rocking back into me. Hard. Fast. Neither of us could seem to find it within us to be slow, to be mindful.
So we weren’t.
“You feel so good taking it like this,” I groaned into her ear as she tried to press her lips together to silence her sounds as the voices out in the common room grew louder. “Are you going to come around my cock again?” I asked as my finger worked her clit and my thrusts got faster still.
“Yes,” she gasped, her body, her voice, her pussy tightening all at once.
Then a long moan escaped her as she came, her walls clenching around me over and over.
I expected to come with her, to give in to the ache deep in my stomach.
But when she came down, I still found myself straining inside her.
She felt it too, a sharp little intake of breath when she shifted.
“Not done with you,” I told her, pushing forward, rolling her onto her belly as I came over her, kneeling at the sides of her legs.
My hands moved down, palming her round ass for a moment before surging inside her again, loving the moan she tried to muffle with the bedsheets.
“You’ve been taking it so good for me,” I said, grabbing her hips and starting to fuck her.
Even harder than before. Her good hand clawed at the sheets.
Her mouth moaned and cried against the mattress as I drove her toward that cliff again, then sent her mercilessly over, her whole body shuddering as she came.
But this time, she took me with her. Hard.
So hard my fucking vision flashed white at the release.
I dropped down next to her after, panting for breath, waiting for my heart to stop slamming against my ribcage.
Carmen also didn’t move, just stayed face-down on the mattress, breathing deep.
“Food!” Spike yelled down the hall, making Carmen jolt.
I reached out, smacking her ass.
“Want to get dressed and go out there, or have me bring dinner in here?”
The only answer I got was an unintelligible mumble.
“Room service it is,” I said with a smile as I got up and made my way into the bathroom.
Dressed, I made my way to the door, turning back to glance at her, feeling that warm sensation again. This time, there was no denying I knew exactly what it was.
And I was going to do everything within my power to protect it.