Page 68 of Stolen Threadwitch Bride
My breaths heaved too much for words, so I nodded hard and hoped he understood the depth of my need. Although he’d given me such pleasure already—more than I’d known in my life—I still ached to have him inside me.
“I think you are, too.” With a smile, he set my hips back on the blanket and unbuttoned his shirt.
Kneeling, I tried to help, but my hands shook and were of little help. Still, I revelled in the feel of his hard body and soft skin, the chance to finally touch his muscled stomach and broad chest as I pushed up the hem of his shirt. When I fumbled with the buttons of his breeches, he huffed a soft laugh and captured my fingers before kissing their tips.
“Let me.” He grinned and pressed a quick, impulsive kiss to my mouth.
Then he was free, the length of him, thewidth, making my eyes widen. Perhaps it was just as well he’d lavished me with so much attention.
Touch more sure, I ran a finger along the underside of his cock and a low hum rumbled in his chest. Utterly solid beneath soft skin. I smiled and wrapped my hand around him, not able to make fingertips and thumb touch. He twitched as I slid down his length.
“Good gods, Ari, I love your hands.” His chest heaved and when I looked up, I found his gaze transfixed by my grip on him. “Always have. But now…” He shook his head and cupped my cheek, pulling me in for a searing kiss as I worked him up and down.
By the time he pulled away, his breaths were as fast as mine and a bead of moisture had formed at his tip, coating my palm.
Hands on my shoulders, he pushed me back as though giving himself space, then shucked off his boots and breeches. His muscles worked and rippled, each movement revealing some new shadowy indent that I couldn’t help but touch.
“Ly, you’re…” I shook my head.
He threw his breeches to one side and slid his hands around my waist, heavy gaze meeting mine. His thumbs traced idle circles on my hips as though he could map my bones, my being. “Yoursis what I am.”
My heart skipped one beat, maybe two. Under the Tithe I was his, but this… this was him choosing to say he was mine, and he couldn’t lie. I had no words for that, didn’t even know what to make of it, so I threaded my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer.
With a kiss that I felt right down to the tips of my toes, he lay me back on the blanket and took his weight on his forearms. Then he was at my entrance, pausing as if to check I was still sure.
“Please,” I breathed against his lips.
He nodded and, tongue stroking mine, he eased into me.
One inch, two, three…
His neck, his shoulders, his back and arms, every part of him under my hands was solid, thrumming with tension as he entered so slowly, I thought I might die.
My centre throbbed around him, stretching as he pushed. A low groan rumbled from his mouth into mine and I couldn’t help but answer with my own.
At last he was done and paused there, filling me completely. I pulled from his lips and took a few deep breaths, easing into the sensation.
His gaze flicked over my face, a frown of concern between his brows. “Are you—?”
“Yes. Gods, yes.” I huffed a soft laugh that brought me tighter around him and dissolved into a moan.
“So keen.” He smirked and pushed a stay lock of hair from my face before pulling out of me entirely.
The emptiness made me gasp, then a moment later, it was gone as he filled me inch by inch, quicker this time. I choked on a cry, fingers digging into his back of their own accord.
“Stars above,” he breathed into my ear, “you feel so good, Ari.” He kissed and nipped at my neck as he took another slow draw out. “I could just do this for the rest of time.”
I tried to laugh at the ridiculousness of that idea—for one thing, we needed to eat and drink—but he drove back into me then, and I hovered on the edge of oblivion.
His chest heaved against mine, trapping my pendant between us, his hairs tickling my nipples adding more layers to the overwhelming sensations he wrought in me. He withdrew again and gripped my hip before driving in, a little harder, a little faster, somehow deeper.
I moaned, pushing up to take him, to take everything. My thundering pulse throbbed through my body, threatening to drown me in pure pleasure.
With the next thrust, he fastened his mouth over my nipple and I fell.
I cried out, louder than before, unable to help myself, unable to bring myself to care whether anyone could hear, because there was only us, only him inside me, only the drowning ecstasy.
He destroyed and remade every part of me.
