84. Clash of Stone and Steel
Clash of Stone and Steel
Talyn
Talyn’s eyes flared wide at the realization of what he wanted to do. It was on the tip of her tongue to refuse, but she couldn’t force the words past her lips.
Ever so slowly, Samhail lowered his mouth back down to her breast, his eyes never leaving hers. Talyn’s chest heaved in anticipation, and she tried once more to voice the words to stop him, but they again failed her.
Samhail’s mouth hovered just above her breast for a moment as her breathing became more and more ragged. She flinched and gave a small scream as his tongue circled her nipple, and he chuckled. She relaxed when she realized it wasn’t his teeth, and that’s when he struck.
Samhail’s bite wasn’t hard or violent as it had been the first time, but she cried out at the sharp stab of pain as his fangs pierced the flesh of her breast just above and below her nipple.
Talyn’s hands flew to his shoulders as every instinct told her to push him away. Instead, her nails bit into his skin, and she pulled him closer.
He began to suck, and starbursts flared in her vision.
The feeling danced somewhere between pleasure and pain as his mouth pulled at her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple as he tasted the blood that seeped from the wounds his teeth had made.
His body was between her legs, and her thighs clamped around him as she couldn’t stop herself from writhing beneath him.
Talyn’s eyes rolled back in her head as he drank deeply from her. His tongue continued to tease her nipple as each hard pull of his mouth on her breast sent need pulsing straight to her clit, where it was wedged against his body.
Samhail withdrew his teeth finally, and Talyn’s breathing eased. His tongue laved the wounds he’d made, and Talyn let a deep moan ripple up from inside her.
Samhail lifted his head, and she watched as his tongue licked over his lips, cleaning the last of her blood from them. She wasn’t sure if the jolt that shot through her was terror or rapture.
“You taste so gods damned good,” he breathed. “I can’t decide what’s sweeter, your blood or that nectar between your legs.”
Talyn’s mouth worked on a response, but nothing came out.
He pulled back enough to yank her boots, pants, and undergarment off before he pushed her knees open.
“I’ll have to compare,” he said as his mouth descended on her sex.
“No teeth!” she managed to gasp out as his tongue delved in and began its exploration of her.
His chuckle vibrated against her center, and she moaned again.
Samhail circled her clit before his mouth closed over it, and he sucked greedily at her.
Talyn cried out and grasped his forearms where they held her hips down.
His tongue plunged inside her, and she threw back her head as her fingers threaded through his hair.
His name came out in a sound that was half scream, half mewl, and she spared a thought to realize he’d been right in predicting that as well.
She didn’t care. Gods above, she fought him every time on this, and every time they got to this point – which they inevitably did – she wondered why in the three hells she’d been fighting him in the first place.
No one had ever made her feel like this.
No one had ever brought her to the brink of insanity so she thought she might go mad from pleasure.
The man had a gods damned magical tongue.
Talyn felt her release build, and she moved her hands to fist in the covers so she didn’t end up pulling on Samhail’s hair. She’d shred the bedding to ribbons if that tautness between her legs twisted any further.
Samhail licked all the way up her center before his tongue did the-gods-only-knew what to her aching clit, and Talyn screamed as the dam of pleasure broke, sending sweet fulfillment sweeping away everything in its path.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her hands trembled as they continued to fist in the covers.
When her vision cleared again, Talyn was vaguely aware Samhail hadn’t yet moved, and she lifted her head just enough to see him gaze up at her from between her legs with heavy-lidded eyes. He looked every bit like a predator ready to pounce.
Gods, that look.
Samhail lifted himself and prowled over her.
She bit her lip as she watched him, never taking her eyes from his.
When he was above her again, he reached down and began to work at the fastenings of his pants.
Talyn’s breath caught as he pulled the pants off to free his cock.
It seemed more swollen than she’d ever seen it.
“My turn,” he said as he notched himself at her entrance.
Samhail drove himself into her to the hilt with one deep, hard thrust as his mouth closed over hers to smother her scream.
Her sounds turned quickly to muffled moans and whimpers as he plunged into her again and again and again, and she held onto his shoulders for dear life.
The marks from the scratches she’d given him their first time had healed, and there was no longer any trace of them on his skin, but with the way he was fucking her now, she was likely to make them again.
Indeed, there was something different this time about the way he moved.
Samhail’s kisses were rough and deep and usually left her lips swollen, but he was more careful when he fucked her.
She always felt him hold back at least a little, but not so now.
The way he drove into her now was just short of painful, but she knew he needed this, needed to let go of the anger and pain and frustration of Morland… and also of her betrayal.
“Give me everything,” Talyn managed to whisper brokenly into his ear as he pounded into her.
He slowed and raised himself to look down at her. “What?” he asked.
“Give me everything,” she repeated. “Let yourself go, and give me all of you. I can take it.”
Realization seemed to dawn on him, and he shook his head slowly. “Talyn, no, I…”
She grab the dagger he’d used to cut her breast wrap off and slashed a thin cut across his bicep before she pressed the blade to his throat.
“Fuck me as hard as you can right now,” she ordered. “No holding back. I want you to fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like you don’t care if you hurt me, or so help me gods, I’ll finish what I started when I had you on your knees with your swords to your throat.”
He grunted as she slashed him again across his chest and then returned the blade to his throat.
His eyes flashed as he glared down at her, and Talyn saw his restraint break. He ripped the blade from her hand and tossed it across the room. Then he pinned her hands over her head with one of his own.
“I hope you don’t regret this,” he said, his voice strained, “because you just opened a door I can’t re-shut right now.”
And then he let loose.
Talyn’s eyes went wide as his first thrust made her teeth clack together, and she didn’t have time to catch her breath before his next plunge made her cry out. Then he was fucking her harder and faster than he ever had before, and all she could do was try to absorb his pounding drives.
Despite his words, she knew instinctively he’d find a way to stop himself if he truly hurt her, but she didn’t plan on making him stop or even slow down. For this, their last time, she wanted all of him.
Talyn gasped as a flash of blue lit Samhail’s eyes, and then his wings flared out from his back.
They stretched out wide, and she saw the veins in them where the light shone through the membrane.
The wings seemed to almost beat lightly as he fucked her, and she got a good look at the lethal-looking talons that topped the wing joint.
Samhail’s eyes began to glow blue steadily, and for the first time, Talyn felt a pang of fear.
Could he shift into a gargoyle while he was fucking her? She didn’t think so. He didn’t have a cock in that form. At least she hoped he didn’t, and the thought of suddenly having a giant stone cock inside her sent panic racing down her spine.
“Don’t shift!” she cried out.
He actually smiled. “I won’t,” he assured her without slowing.
Tears formed at the corners of Talyn’s eyes as Samhail pounded into her, but she couldn’t say they were from pain.
Or perhaps they weren’t only from pain. In truth, she was right on the border, and in a way, the pain was pleasure.
She needed this release as much as he did.
She needed to feel this to let her forgive herself for everything she’d done to him, and for what she was going to do to him tonight when she left.
Talyn cried out in protest as Samhail pulled out of her suddenly, but he only turned her over onto her stomach. He pulled her onto her knees and quickly sheathed himself back into her.
“Oh, gods! Samhail!” she screamed as he drove into her again.
He clamped one large hand onto her shoulder while the other wrapped around her waist to hold her in place. The new position pushed him even deeper, and his grunts filled the room as Talyn curled her hands tightly into the covers.
Samhail dragged her body back against his chest as he continued to thrust into her. Her knees were splayed wide on the bed as he pumped harder. One of his arms anchored across her chest as his hand teased the nipple of her breast while his other hand dipped between her legs to massage her clit.
“Fuck! Samhail!” she swore as her body jerked against his, but he held her fast so she couldn’t move.
“Come for me,” he growled against her ear. “I want you dripping down my cock while your tight little sheath squeezes every last drop of my seed out of it.”
Talyn moaned loudly as he punctuated the order with several hard thrusts and a twist to her nipple.
She screamed again, and her inner walls clamped around his cock in release.
He grunted as she convulsed around him, but he didn’t slow, and Talyn wasn’t sure her body could take much more if he didn’t come soon.
She was so sensitive it was almost unbearable, and she dug her fingernails into his thighs hard enough to draw blood.