Chapter 26 #2
He clasped the nape of my neck. “You are the only one I want. The only one I’ve ever wanted,” he vowed, his voice deep, rich.
“There hasn’t been a moment since I left when I haven’t thought of you, waiting for me, wanting me…
When I haven’t thought of taking you, of pleasuring you until you scream my name, until your mind and your body are full of nothing else but me. ”
Tears pricked my eyes at the conviction in his words. The intensity of his want was making me dizzy. At the same time, my chest filled with triumph, reassurance, daring. The look of hunger on his face made me ache in anticipation. I reached for his arm to tug him down. “Rabb, please…”
“Yes, my queen.” Bracing against one elbow, he sank beside me. He swept his hand down to slip between my thighs, easily finding my need. His fingers caressed my core before sliding inside.
“Aah…” I clutched at his arm.
His chest heaving, his eyes darkened with pleasure. His gaze pinned on me, he watched me feel him, tracking whenever I gasped, whenever I moaned. His fingers sliding inside, one smooth plunge after another, he stroked my inner walls with precision and expertise—driving me to the absolute brink.
Almost instantly, my hips bucked. I shattered with a ragged moan, blinking spots from my eyes at the intensity of the sensations radiating throughout my entire body—rolling and rolling, god—already the endless pleasure just from his fingers.
Withdrawing from me, he rolled his powerful body to hover over mine, caging me between his arms.
It was a struggle to get myself together amidst the ebbing sensations. Still reeling from my release, I put my hand to my forehead, unable to help a chuckle at how good it felt. But I was eager to reciprocate.
I ran my hand down his torso, catching on his trousers. My heart swelling with hunger, I worked to unfasten his belt, pulling it off even as I tried not to heave as his growing need visibly pressed against my touch.
He swiped my hands away with a growl, tugging my body upward on the bed. “I need you now.”
“But—” My protest died on my lips as he parted my legs with his knee.
Tugging his pants down, he groaned as he slid fully inside in one smooth stroke.
“Rabb—” I gasped at his size.
He really couldn’t have waited.
I squeezed my eyes shut in absolute bliss.
He filled me so well. His weight pressing down on me was heaven. It had been months since I had felt him like this, since I had felt anything like this.
When I opened my eyes again, those stunning deep blues were gazing down at me with concern. “Did I hurt you? Should I stop?” His tentative fingers brushed my cheek.
I smiled up at him. “Definitely don’t stop.”
He hissed, pressing his forehead against mine. He stilled inside me for a moment, as if to savor the feel of me around him. “This. You. You are my everything. Never insult me again by implying I could possibly want anything else other than this perfection.”
I couldn’t help my quip. “I’ll try.”
He cracked a small grin at my impertinence, then he began to move. Not gently. Hard. Like a dam breaking from months of yearning. Every buried longing rushing through him in a flood he could no longer contain.
My own aching want unraveling, relief and joy crashed together inside of me. I welcomed all of it. I clutched at his shoulders, pressing my lips together so I wouldn’t cry out as he thrust into me, driving me crazy with a desperate need for more. To have him. All of him.
“God, you feel so good.”
When I couldn’t help a loud moan, it only spurred him on—and he grew inside me.
I gasped again at the sudden sting of pleasure. “Oh my god, Your Majesty—”
Calling out his title triggered another growl in his throat, and he pushed even harder.
He kissed my neck, his husky voice rumbling in his throat, sending shivers up and down my entire body.
“Is this okay?” He went deeper. “Tell me where it feels good.” He palmed my breast, thumb stroking across one aching nipple.
“Aahh—” I breathed, closing my eyes in pure ecstasy. “Everywhere, god—” I rasped. “I can feel you everywhere. It’s so… it’s all so—” My next moan of pleasure came out half a scream.
“Yes,” he growled. “That’s good, Allie.” He pressed kisses against my throat as he kept thrusting. “Tell me you want me,” he demanded, his voice rough, almost feral.
I whimpered as I writhed against his hard body, my pleasure intensifying.
“Tell me,” he urged, licking a hot line up my neck.
“I-I want…” I stuttered a whisper.
“What? Tell me clearly.” His strokes ran feverishly, faster and faster as he drew out my pleasure.
I closed my eyes. “I want you.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
Another groan rumbled deep in his chest. “Now tell me…I am yours.”
My eyes flew wide open.
He was mine?
Suffice it to say, I had always been his, right from the start. That had been plain, simple, and true. It had never changed. But somehow, it was a different sort of thrill to be able to claim that he was mine.
This beautiful, complicated man.
The most powerful man on Wünder.
He was mine.
Mine.
I met his glittering gaze with my own.
His vow was solemn, almost a plea in his eyes, still with a hint of worry that I wouldn’t believe him, that perhaps I would still think he was lying.
“I’ve always been yours. I’ll be an idiot and say something else, but you’re all I want, Allie.
I told you. You’re all I will ever want. Only you. Always. Forever.”
I was so full of elation. I thought my chest would burst. I nodded in earnest. “You are mine, Rabb. Always. Forever.”
Another wave of unbridled joy bursting from him, he bent down to capture my lips with his once again.
I could only moan into his mouth.
The kiss wasn’t gentle this time. It was deeper, urgent in a way that spoke of everything almost lost.
“Can you feel me, Allie?” he breathed between thrusts.
Completely exhilarated, I broke a soft smile. “I can feel you.”
Everything after that blurred into a closeness that went beyond anything we could name. Every touch carried weight, every breath shared, every moment a quiet vow spoken without words.
I cried out as the breathtaking intensity finally broke.
He loosed a long groan, reaching his own release.
It was overwhelming, consuming, something that left us both clinging to each other. He buried his face in my neck, holding me close, as though the world might try to take me if he loosened his grip.
Our breathing slowed together, tangled in the quiet aftermath, hearts still racing but steadying in time with one another. His left hand found mine, fingers threading together like something instinctive.
Lifting up ever so slightly to look at my face, his fingers traced my cheek and my neck, as if to check I was really here. “Am I dreaming you? Or are you dreaming me?”
Breaking a sated smile, I reached up to cup his cheek. “No. This is real.” I tilted my chin up to kiss him again.
He obliged with a moan, eager fingers curled around the nape of my neck, digging into my hair. He kissed me so deeply I felt it everywhere. When he broke off to meet my gaze again, those deep blue eyes glittered. “Allie…”
My breath caught at the solemnity of his tone, the weight of everything we’d been through pressing in around us. Gazing up into the raw expression on his face, I said it first, “I love you.”
His forehead creased. I could feel his heart wrenching, just as mine was. “I love you more. So much more.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, but before he could take my lips again, a sudden glow overtook our forms.
I gasped as the glowing magic gathered between our chests. I looked up at his light-filled gaze, my eyes as wide as his.
All at once, a sharp sting flared through my chest as the hearts flashed bright for a moment before settling back into place, fitting with a profound certainty, the warmth blossoming outward in radiating waves.
The hearts… they had swapped back.
I sucked in a deep breath as my heart beat inside my chest once more.
“Fresh tides.” Rabb clutched at his own chest before lifting his wide, bewildered, and mystified gaze to mine. “Are you okay?”
I couldn’t help a laugh. “How—how do you feel?”
He cracked the first genuine smile I had seen on his face in months. “I feel…” Elated, he wrapped his arm around me, moving to press a kiss against my temple. “What do you know? We figured out the spell to undo it ourselves.”
I snuggled closer to him. “The Duchess did say a mere few words hold great power.”
My stolen heart was finally returned.
Even though I knew it no longer belonged to me.
My heart belonged to him.
Always. Forever.
I pressed my face in his neck, against his soothing warmth, and with sated pleasure ebbing throughout my entire body, I fell asleep…to the steady ticking of the tower’s massive clock all around us.