52. Clash of Stone and Steel #2
He set her down on her feet and made quick work of her clothing as he pulled it off and threw it across the room.
When he was done, he pushed her down onto the mattress and climbed on after her.
Talyn began to reach for him, but he put his hands on her knees and pressed them open before lowering his head between her legs.
“Samhail!” she cried out, but he only wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her in place.
“I have a debt to pay,” he said, and then his mouth was on her.
Talyn arched off the bed as Samhail began to lick and suck and tease between her legs.
His tongue flicked over her core before his lips closed firmly over her clit to suck on it, and Talyn couldn’t stop the scream of pleasure that tore from her.
She reached down to thread both her hands through the silky, white strands of his hair and tried to remember how to breathe.
Gods above, the man’s hair had no business being that soft, and his tongue definitely had no business being that skilled.
She wasn’t sure what he was doing down there, but it was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
She struggled to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head as he drove her to heights she didn’t know were possible.
Talyn’s release built quickly, and she cried out again as her climax tore through her.
Her entire body shuddered with pleasure before she eased back down into the bed.
She tried to catch her breath, but Samhail gave her only a few seconds of reprieve before his tongue began to work again, swirling around her clit, then spearing inside her.
To her shock, she felt her release build again quickly. Too quickly. She’d shatter if she let him keep going, and as much as she craved the second release he was pulling her toward, she wasn’t ready for it.
“Samhail! Please!” she cried out, trying to pull at his shoulders.
Samhail lifted his head, and the sight of him looking up at her from between her legs almost sent her over the edge.
“You have no idea what hearing my name on your lips does to me,” he growled, his expression almost feral. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want…,” she managed between gasps. “I want you inside me.”
“I’m not done feasting on you yet.”
She shook her head. “Please. I need you inside me.”
Samhail eased himself up off the bed, never taking his eyes from her. She forgot he still had pants on, and she bit her lip as she watched him unfasten them the rest of the way and pull them off. His cock was already erect, and her eyes widened to remember how big he was.
Samhail knelt back on the bed, and Talyn sat up to pull him toward her, but she yelped in surprise as he pushed her back down and flipped her on her stomach.
He came down on top of her, covering her body with his, and one of his knees nudged her thigh open so he could press his cock between her legs from behind.
“This is how I want you,” he whispered against her ear.
He paused, and she understood he was giving her a chance to object.
Talyn’s heart hammered in her chest. She’d never let anyone take her from behind. It was the first rule of being an assassin: never let anyone get behind you where you couldn’t reach them. Never be vulnerable.
The thought of denying Samhail was there and gone in an instant, though. Inexplicably, she trusted him to let him take her this way.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He groaned as he pushed inside her slowly, sheathing himself into her as far as he could go. She gasped and tipped her head back against his shoulder.
“Are you alright?” he asked, not moving.
“Stop asking me that and just fuck me,” she growled as she arched her ass up against him.
Samhail chuckled softly and began to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing insistence.
Talyn fisted her hands in the sheets as she felt every inch of him slide in and out of her, felt herself stretch around him again as he filled her more than she’d ever been filled.
His hands came down on top of hers, and his fingers threaded into her own as the rocking of his hips sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.
He began to drive harder, and Talyn arched up to meet him so their bodies crashed into each other. She couldn’t tell if the pulsing between her legs was him, her, or both of them, but she needed more.
“Samhail,” she gasped, and his name was a plea of need on her lips.
“Gods damn you, Talyn,” he gritted out. “You have no business feeling this fucking good. I’ll never get enough of this.”
She pushed back against him again, and he growled before suddenly pulling out of her.
Talyn cried out at the feeling of emptiness. “What are you-,” she started to ask, but she yelped in surprise as he pulled her up onto her elbows and knees before he plunged back into her.
Talyn cried out and fisted her hands into the covers so tightly she thought she might shred them as he drove into her hard and fast, each thrust bringing her closer to splintering into a million tiny pieces.
She pressed her face down into the bedding, letting it smother her cries, but Samhail turned her shoulder to pull her away from it.
“Let me hear you,” he rasped. “I want to hear every noise you make when I’m fucking you.”
His hands clamped tightly around her hips as he pulled her back to meet his thrusts, and the erotic slap of body against body only seemed to increase the frenzy for both of them.
He pounded into her relentlessly, and Talyn obliged him with every moan and gasp and scream he elicited until she shattered with pleasure seconds later.
She cried out as her climax coursed through her, and her inner walls clenched around him.
That seemed to send him over the edge as well, and he roared as he released inside her with a few final thrusts, each bringing aftershocks of languid bliss that spread out from her limbs before she collapsed onto the bed.
Samhail eased himself down with her, and they lay there panting against each other, his thick length still inside her. Neither of them seemed inclined to move, and it was several minutes before he broke the silence.
“I have a confession,” he said, his voice graveled with spent arousal.
“Now?” Talyn asked drowsily. Her body refused to move.
“Yes.”
“And what is this urgent confession?”
Samhail brushed Talyn’s long hair away from her shoulder to bare her neck and back. He traced a finger over the place near her neck where she knew his half-healed bite marks dotted her skin.
“I want to taste you again,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
Talyn blinked as her pleasure-addled mind struggled to wrap itself around his words. “You just tasted me.”
“Not that way. Well, not just that way,” he said softly against her ear before brushing another kiss against her shoulder and pressing his mouth into the crook of her neck. “I want to bite you again.”
Talyn’s eyes went wide, and she jerked against him as fear shot through her. Samhail wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her against him and keep her from bolting off the bed.
“I won’t,” he assured her quickly. “Don’t port. I promise I won’t bite you unless you let me.”
Talyn’s heart hammered again, although for a different reason than before, but she stayed still. Samhail didn’t loosen his grip on her waist, not that it would’ve helped if she decided to port. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t done so already.
“And why would I let you do that?” she asked.
“Because I can bite you without using the toxin, and because I’m told some people actually enjoy the feel of being bitten during sex.”
To emphasize his point, he ran his unfanged teeth gently across her neck as he moved his hips. His cock was still inside her, and although it was no longer rigid, something nevertheless stirred between her legs.
She inhaled deeply as arousal threatened to grip her again. Her fear ebbed with his promise that he wouldn’t bite her unless she said he could, and she had to admit to herself – and only to herself – that there was something oddly stimulating in the feel of his teeth grazing along her skin.
“Not today,” Samhail said. “When you trust me more.”
“Not today,” she agreed, ignoring his comment about trust. She already trusted him far more than she should, and that terrified her.
Samhail’s grip around her waist loosened.
“We should get some sleep,” he said. “Do you still want me to go back to my room?”
Talyn hesitated, then shook her head. “You can stay as long as you behave yourself.”
“Define ‘behaving myself.’”
“No biting.”
“Is that all?”
She hesitated again. “For now.”
She sensed his smile.
“Then I accept your terms.”
He finally pulled out of her, and Talyn got up to turn out the lamps.
When she returned, he was already under the covers, and he held the blankets up for her to slip under as well.
He pulled her against him, and Talyn was surprised she didn’t feel the urge to tell him she needed some space.
She was getting too used to having his body pressed up against hers, of having him between her legs. This wouldn’t end well.
But that was a problem for another day.
First Talyn needed to worry about tomorrow and their meeting with Sandrian before she could figure out what to do about Samhail.
She let her head sink deeper into the pillow, and Samhail buried his face against her neck as he tightened his hold on her.
His thumb stroked back and forth slowly just under her breast, and for several seconds, that thumb was all she could feel.
With anyone else, the possessiveness in the touch would’ve annoyed her, but it didn’t with Samhail. Rather, it made her feel…cherished.
It was a stupid thing to feel. It made it seem like there was more than lust between them, and there wasn’t. There was a physical attraction that was oddly fueled by the frequency with which they fought, but to read more into it was asking for trouble.
Talyn didn’t need to be with anyone. Being with someone was too messy given her line of work. It was too messy in general.