Chapter 22 #3
His thrusts got faster, his teeth sunk into her neck, and her back snapped into an arch. Her eyes opened wide, and her lips parted on a strangled gasp.
Finally a word came to her. Something hazily surfaced other than lewd sounds. Just as her pussy started clenching around his fingers and liquid heat gushed from her, she cried, “Kier!”
A growl vibrated against her as lust crashed harder into her from him. His thrusts grew uncontrolled as she came for him, his aggression ramped up, and Carwyn could do nothing but take it.
Oh gods, I’m coming. So hard she felt it all the way up in her abdomen. Then in her heart as it clenched with tender fondness. It ate her bit by bit until she feared she’d turn into a drooling mess.
Only when she ceased milking his fingers did he stop. He slipped them from her as he released her thigh, then pulled his head away to look down as he struggled with something beneath the layers of her skirt.
Skin contact was severed between them.
“I told you. Pointless,” he growled as he yanked on the ties of his breeches.
His cock was pressed against her still, clad in leather, hard as stone and large.
His emotions continued to swarm inside her, leaving traces before they’d fade over time, but they weren’t so overwhelming now.
Her own desire was hot and heavy, telling her to be ready to lift both her legs and wrap them around his waist for what he was about to release.
Dread, so cold and sharp, ripped into her.
Carwyn shoved him until he stumbled back and lowered her leg, stepping to the side. Her pussy was so wet it was slick as she moved, but she didn’t know if her panted breaths were from need or fear.
“D-don’t,” she pleaded when he lifted a heated, all-consuming gaze to her.
His pupils were so dilated they were wide ovals, and they shrunk only for a moment at her. Whatever he’d felt was too weak to override his own desirous needs. He leapt for her and brought her in for another kiss, but she managed to snap her head to the side at the last second.
The press of his lips against her cheek, her jaw, made her whimper when his emotions burrowed their way in again, and she almost gave in. She was almost delirious enough.
“Stop,” she pleaded weakly, even as her body arched when his lips found her pulse again and made her shiver. Even when her nails dug into his chest to keep him right where he was.
Kier pulled back just enough that the only thing that remained against her skin was his forehead against her throat. “I don’t understand.”
Her eyes crinkled at the ceiling because she already knew that. The doubt and uncertainty. The rejection and hurt that came with it.
She felt it down to the marrow of her bones.
“Please,” she stated with a sob.
She was so thankful when he severed the contact, lifting his head to peer down at her with a furrowed brow. His soft gaze raked over her, and she could guess what he saw, what he sensed.
In his arms was a woman trembling with obvious need, her nipples hard, her pussy wet, her skin flushed. Being what he was, he’d been able to scent how turned on she was for him. It was no doubt that he was confused.
And it made her feel all the more awful because it wasn’t his fault. How was he to know?
It’s not like she’d shared the truth. No, she’d purposefully kept it hidden because she hadn’t thought it’d matter. She couldn’t feel his emotions through his scales.
She’d thought she was safe here. That, perhaps, even her desire was, and she could share it.
She’d learnt last night she was wrong.
Now that he’d given her space, she was able to gulp in clean air that wasn’t filled with his dizzying scent. The space around her cooled, allowing it to calm her overheated skin.
It did nothing to tamp down the rest.
Desperate to escape, she averted her gaze and pushed him so she could flee. He stumbled back despite her weakness, freely letting her go, and Carwyn sprinted out of the room and down the tunnel. But she didn’t enter a place he’d easily find her and ran past her private room.
She wanted as much space as she could gain from him and went deeper into the mountain of his lair until she was in the musty room of books. She threw her back against the wall next to the entryway and slid down it while covering her face.
Her hands shook, as did her entire body, and she tried to make herself as small as possible. She hated how lust and fear rattled her all the way to her bones, leaving her quaking on such an ingrained level. Then she cried, unsure of what upset her the most.
His hurt, or her own. Her guilt or fears, or both their confusion. Why would he desire me? Affection, sure. She thought they were well on their way to creating a fond friendship, but she hadn’t thought it’d been this deep. I thought it was only me.
A harrowing sob cracked out of her as she heaved.
I wanted it. Her nails dug into her forehead, likely creating little indentations in the shape of crescent moons. Why did I have to be born with this ability?
More than ever, she felt so alone.
I want to be loved. I want to be desired.
But she wanted it without the tangle of another’s emotions leading – or even tainting – hers.
I want to be... free.