47. Clash of Stone and Steel #2
“I want you, Samhail,” she whispered into his ear, her own voice husky with need. “Right here, right now. Prove to me what a fool I’ve been to deny you.”
His eyes flew open as he lifted his head, and Talyn gasped at the primal, predatory need in them. His eyes flashed blue, like the light she’d seen in them before, and he looked like he might devour her whole.
“We’re in the middle of an enemy camp,” Samhail reminded her as her hand made another lazy stroke between his legs, causing both him and the wood beneath his hands to groan again. “We’re both covered in blood and surrounded by bodies.”
“So then an orgy and voyeurism are off the table,” she said, “and since I’m not partial to necrophilia-”
Samhail silenced the thought as his mouth crashed down on hers. He dragged her to the edge of the table so his hips were nestled between her thighs and his naked erection pressed up against her core, her pants the only barrier between them.
Then she was kissing him back with equal fervor, her need to have him inside her so strong she thought she might go mad without him.
Her hands wanted to be everywhere at once, threading through his hair, running up his arms and over his shoulders, grabbing his hips.
His own arms were anchored around her shoulder and waist to hold her against him, as if someone might try to pull her away.
Samhail pulled back from her and reached down to yank off her boots. Talyn unwrapped the cloth that bound her breasts and started to work at the fastenings of her pants, but her fingers trembled with anticipation.
When Samhail had discarded her boots, he pressed her back onto the table so he could get to her pants.
He managed to work the fastenings free, although she was certain he’d been seconds away from just ripping them open.
He grabbed the waist of both her pants and undergarment and yanked them down her legs before tossing them aside.
He took a moment just to look at her body laid out for him before he started to kneel in front of her.
Talyn sat up and grabbed for his shoulders.
“No!” she cried. “Inside me. Now.”
Samhail didn’t hesitate. He stood, and his hands closed over her hips as he positioned himself between her legs.
He braced his arms on either side of her, and she felt the head of his cock probe at her opening.
She let out a desperate whimper at the mere thought of him entering her, but he didn’t move.
“Please tell me this is what you want,” Samhail rasped out, his self-restraint seeming to hold on by a thread.
“Yes! Fuck me now!” she cried, and he was pressing inside her before the words were fully out of her mouth.
He entered her slowly, although it seemed to pain him to do so, and Talyn moaned as she savored the feel of each inch of him sliding into her.
She grimaced at the slight burn between her legs as his cock stretched her wider than she’d ever been stretched, but she was soaking wet for him, and her body – used to shifting – adapted quickly to his hard, thick length.
He stopped to let her adjust for a few seconds then pushed in further. Talyn’s eyes flared as she realized he’d only been halfway in. Gods above, she already felt like he was rearranging her organs.
With a final small thrust, Samhail buried himself as deep as he could go, and Talyn gasped at the feeling. There was a slight sting of pain, but overall her body throbbed in welcome to have him finally inside her.
Samhail stopped again to let her get used to him, but he was breathing heavily, and Talyn knew it was from the effort of holding back.
She swallowed at the feeling of him filling her, stretching her, and she grasped his forearms. “You need to fuck me now.”
“Thank the Nemesis,” he breathed as he began to move.
He still went slowly at first, but he drove faster as her slickness coated his erection, smoothing his strokes. She cried out at his first hard thrust, and he stopped, but Talyn wrapped a leg around him and pulled him toward her, urging him to keep going.
“Both,” Samhail ground out. “Wrap both of your legs around me.”
She did as he asked, and he groaned deeply as he began to move in earnest. He took long, fierce strokes that Talyn swore she could feel all the way in the back of her throat, but her body sang to finally be joined with his.
She silently chastised herself for denying this pleasure for so long, but she still needed more of him.
She wanted to wrap herself around him, but the table was hard, and it made positioning herself awkward.
She looked to see if there was grass on the ground in the tent, but she saw something even better off to the side.
“Samhail,” she gasped, and he slowed enough to look down at her. “The bedroll.”
He looked where she pointed. Indeed, the captain of this regiment must use the tent as both a bedroom and a war room because there were blankets and a pillow laid out on the ground off to the side.
“Hold onto me,” Samhail said as he wrapped his arms around her and swept her off the table, his cock still buried within her.
Talyn tightened her legs around his waist as her arms encircled his neck, and he swore softly.
She pressed her mouth to his, and her tongue delved in to battle his own as he walked them to the bedding.
He lowered her down carefully on top of the blankets as his body covered hers, and Talyn moaned as the new position pushed him into her deeper.
“Nemesis take me,” she breathed at the feel of his solid weight on top of her. He began to thrust again, and Talyn’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head at how good it felt.
“I have occasionally been mistaken for a god in bed,” Samhail drawled, “but I promise, I’m the one taking you, not the Nemesis.”
Talyn started to retort, but his mouth silenced her, and then she was screaming into him as he thrust powerfully inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the release that had been building slowly for the last week.
She wasn’t sure how she hadn’t shattered already.
It wasn’t possible for that sweet tension between her legs to coil any tighter, but just when she was sure she’d break, Samhail brought her even higher.
She writhed beneath him, unable to keep still as her need for release became more urgent. If she didn’t come soon, she’d go mad.
“You feel so fucking good,” Samhail rasped as he sunk into her again.
She bucked underneath him, meeting his thrust and driving him inside her to the hilt.
He grunted and rocked his hips on his next stroke to hit a spot she never knew existed.
Her head kicked back against the bedding as he pushed her right to the brink, then his second rocking thrust sent her diving over it.
A crackle of energy shot through her core and skittered across her skin as Talyn’s head snapped back again.
She screamed, and her fingernails raked violently across the back of Samhail’s shoulder as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her.
Her inner muscles clenched around him, and a roar ripped from his own throat, not wholly unlike the one she’d heard him make in his gargoyle form.
His hot seed spilled into her as he continued to thrust, and Talyn gripped his hair as she pulled his mouth down to hers to drink in his rapture.
It was the most intense feeling of pleasure she’d ever experienced in her life.
Her limbs became liquid as any sense of time and place momentarily left her.
She was no longer in a tent on a killing field in the middle of Derridan.
She was somewhere between worlds where there was only her and Samhail and the ecstasy of their own bodies finally joined together.
It was as if she was whole now, having never realized she might once have been in pieces.
Samhail drove into her twice more before his body shuddered, and he eased down on top of her, his face buried in her hair.
This time, Talyn welcomed his weight. She knew he was still holding himself up because she remembered him crushing her into the floor back in the jail cell, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to breathe if she was taking his full weight.
She couldn’t breathe anyway, but that was for an entirely different reason.
They lay there panting for several long minutes before Samhail propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her.
He hadn’t withdrawn yet, not that he could have if he’d wanted to.
Talyn’s legs were still wrapped firmly around his waist, and she had no intention of freeing him just yet.
It didn’t seem like he had any thoughts of making her either.
“You’re so gods damned beautiful,” he said to her, and a knot lodged in Talyn’s throat.
Men had told her she was beautiful before, but always when she’d been wearing another face. No one ever saw her as she really was. She hadn’t worn her true form for this long in more than a decade.
Samhail saw her – the real her – and the thought almost made her eyes tear up, but she blinked back the moisture.
“I’ve been imagining what it would be like to be inside you for days,” Samhail said. “To have your legs wrapped around me just like this. I was afraid I’d built it up too much in my mind and the reality could never live up to my imagination.”
“And now?” she asked. The words were almost a croak.
“It was better than I could’ve dreamed,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life. I want to live inside you like this.”
She laughed softly, and he brushed a strand of her sweat-matted hair back from her forehead.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“How was it for you?” he asked, and she almost laughed at the genuine concern in his voice.
“I can’t tell you,” she said.
He frowned. “Why not?”
“You already think you’re a god in bed. If I have to admit it’s true, you’ll be impossible to deal with.”