Chapter 42
A knock at the door woke her up with a start. The stillness and quiet told her it was still night. The knock sounded again. Looking at the door, the dresser she’d moved to cover it was still in place. She didn’t trust anyone here except Fyn.
“Who is it?” she called through the darkness, the crystal lights just now humming to life.
“Fyn.”
Her heart leapt for joy as she jumped out of bed. She pushed the dresser aside and opened the door. His eyes lit up when he saw her, but then his jaw dropped. She’d forgotten she’d taken off her bra during the night, and she was standing topless in front of him.
He shut the door quickly behind him. “Are you mad, opening the door like that?”
She grabbed for the satin sheet to cover herself. “I’m sorry … I …”
I went to sleep thinking about you .
“Although I would love to be greeted like this by you every time, you have to be careful.”
“Well, the door was barred. I thought that would be enough.”
He looked at the dresser that was scooted beside the door. “Even still.” He turned his attention back to her. “You have to keep your wits about you here, always.”
She nodded. Here he was, lecturing her again.
He gave a fatigued sigh and then brought her into a hug. “Don’t be like that. I care about you, is all.”
His lips claimed hers, and she melted in response, having waited these long, stressful days in this house of assassins, not knowing if each would be her last, just for the solace of his embrace.
She instinctively backed up to the bed, breaking from his kiss and opening the satin sheet, revealing herself to him again.
“I’m dressed like this because I went to sleep thinking about you.”
His red eyes glimmered, and the side of his mouth tilted to a grin. His right eyebrow hitched. “Oh?”
He pressed his body on top of her; the leather felt cold on her bare skin, and he smelled of dusk. He’d just come from the surface. “What did you do while thinking about me?”
Her body flushed as if she were feverish. “This.” She was too shy to tell him, so she showed him and cupped her breast, holding it against his chest. “And this.” Her fingers then went further, brushing past his crotch pressed between her thighs, and fondled herself.
He moaned in her throat and hardened against her. Teeth scraped on her neck, and then there was sharp pain from her shoulder. He bit her!
“Ow!”
Something like a whimper escaped his mouth, and he kissed the pain away .
His fingers slipped inside her past the satin lace, and he laughed smoothly against her neck. “You’re ready for me already.”
She moaned as a response, moving her hips to match his motion.
He tore away her undergarments, and his mouth replaced his fingers. She cried out, thighs clinging to him, but his tongue was relentless, and he drove through her without mercy.
“Give it to me!”
She couldn’t take this toying and teasing—needed to feel all of him, to come undone as her walls surrounded him.
“Always give a lady what she wants,” he replied in a husky voice and stripped off his leather jacket. He was damp with sweat, glistening on his smooth gray skin. She was still breathing heavily as she ran a hand down his chest, feeling the slick perspiration on his hard body.
It looked like he’d been running for a while before this. Running to get back home … or to her?
It was late in the night. “Aren’t you tired?” she asked, staring hungrily at his broad shoulders down to the dip of his hips as he took off his pants and boots.
She hoped that would be a “no.”
“A little bit,” he breathed. Then, pressed his naked body against hers and whispered in her ear, “But for you, I could go all night.”
Without warning, his tongue was in her mouth. She spread herself open, inviting him in, and the pressure of his length entering her sent a sharp cry from her mouth.
Both his tongue and cock pumped and pulsed without mercy. He then broke from the fervent kiss and leaned back, taking her hands in his, and his rhythm got slower, deeper, more sensual.
He stared down at her, enraptured. “Still so tight. And wet. And all mine.” The last part came out almost as a growl.
His thrusting became faster, deeper, harder.
She clutched his back, nails scraping against it, and cried out, the sensation building.
He grabbed the back of the bed frame and started rolling hard against her.
Her cry broke with her orgasm, and he moaned with her, his hot stream entering her.
He breathed against her neck when they were done.
Breathing just as hard, she wrapped her arms around him in an embrace, never wanting to let go. But his weight bore down on her; he couldn’t stay like this forever. He got off her and lay beside her on the bed, which was too small for the two of them to fit comfortably.
Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other. They lay there without speaking, both catching their breath. “When did you get back?” she then asked.
“Just now.”
A warmth spread throughout her. “And you came to see me first?”
“Of course.” He kissed the top of her head. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you since I left.”
“Did you ... do what I did while thinking of you?”
He laughed a little. “Many, many times.”
She conjured an image in her mind of him pumping himself off to the thought of her with the taut muscles in his upper arms flexed. Was his head thrown back and eyes closed, or were his lips tight and knuckles clenched? How did he imagine her? How did he unravel inside of her?
He planted feathery kisses down her arm, and she giggled. They tickled her.
“I have some good news for you.”
“Good news?” She turned her head to him.
“Everyone is talking about House Darkmoon taking over House Mistmire.”
She turned all the way over to see his face. He smiled back at her. “Then, that means,” she said with a gasp. “Darranyae … she came back for her beloved.”
“More like got her powerfully rich, doting father to act is what I think. But does it make you happy?”
“Yes. Immensely.” She leaned back into his arms. A great weight was lifted from her. It was her sincerest hope that Darranyae and Briza got to be together again.
“Conflict between Houses isn’t uncommon, but since Zaya Mistmire was the last of her House, there is no one to avenge her death.
No one said anything about a band of mercenaries taking out the madam of a brothel either.
It’s all said and done, and House Darkmoon became even more powerful with House Mistmire’s absorption as a result. ”
“That’s wonderful news.”
Her body settled into Fyn’s arms, feeling secure that from now on, everything would be all right. In that moment of brief reprieve, she was able to forget the thoughts that had assaulted her while alone.