Page 75 of The Lost Guard's Healer

“I disagree. But we can talk about that later,” I whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss just beneath the lobe. I’m still rolling my hips as I tilt my mouth upward and say, voice sultry, “Please, Rourk. I want you to peel my clothes off layer by layer. I want you to lay me back and spread my legs and—”

“Fuck,” he groans, and then his mouth is on mine.

Rourk doesn’t waste a moment before slipping his tongue between my lips, tasting me, gliding his tongue against mine.

He pulls back just long enough to growl, “If I hurt you, you fucking say so.” Then his lips are pressed against mine once more, and one of his hands slides under my clothes and up against my core. I gasp when he pushes my underwear aside and slides his fingers through my folds, groaning against my lips at the wetness he finds there. “How long has your pussy been begging for me like this?”

Our mouths tear apart when my head falls back as his index finger finds my clit. “Since you first walked in,” I confide. I’d give him any truth he asked for if it meant he’d keep touching me like this.

He laughs roughly against my skin as he kisses and nips at the base of my neck. “Never say you hate me again, Galene. We’ll both know you’re lying.”

He rotates his hand so that he can slowly stretch at my entrance, and my hips are helping him with it, unable to keep from grinding down against his fingers. The hand that isn’t pressed against my most sensitive part slides under my shirt and lifts it off my body with little help from me. A noise leaves the back of Rourk’s throat when he sees that my bare breasts were the only thing beneath it.

Slowly, his mouth trails sucking, biting kisses down to my breasts. While that free hand takes my right breast and kneads it, flicks and pinches the nipple, his mouth descends on the other, leaving wet kisses on it. He blows cool air from between his lips that instantly hardens it even further, almost painfully so, before he goes back to his gentle licks and kisses.

Rourk thumbs my clit once before finally sinking a finger inside of me. I let out a high-pitched sigh, unable to keep the noise from escaping. He rolls his own hips to pitch us at a different angle and create friction between our bodies. I gasp, then, as the hot electricity that spears through me gets my hips moving again. I balance my arms on his shoulders, wrapping his hair in my hands again as I move my hips, gasping breaths falling from my lips.

“That’s it,” Rourk murmurs against my breast. “Take what you need, Galene. Use me to make yourself come.”

“Rourk,” I whimper, my movements becoming faster, shakier.

“What do you need, love?” he asks, and I look down to see him peering up at me from beneath his lashes, a look of pure desire in his eyes. He gives my breast a tender, open-mouthed kiss. “Tell me.”

“A second finger.” My breath hitches as I keep rolling my hips. “Please.”

Rourk bucks his hips once more, and I slide off his finger for just a moment before sinking back down. I instantly feel that he’s indeed added a second finger. “Yes,” I gasp.

I start pulling his shirt off through the haze of my pleasure and Rourk helps me, pulling away from my breasts just long enough to get it off and toss it on the floor before he’s descended again. And this time, when he bucks his hips, I sink back down just in time to feel him curl and angle his fingers deeper. Right against that spot that, as my walls clench and he flicks my clit, has my orgasm barreling through me, so heavy and full and deep that it feels never-ending, feels like I’ll never stop crying his name and writhing on his fingers as his teeth scrape my nipple and he lays me back against the bed.

Rourk slides his hand out from my underwear and licks his fingers while I watch, then slowly lays me back on the bed while I shake with the aftershocks of my climax. He tenderly peels the rest of my clothes off before removing his own.

Rourk lowers his mouth to mine as he hovers over me. I taste myself on his tongue when he slips it into my mouth once more. Then, against my lips, he whispers, “You can’t possibly understand how much you mean to me, Galene.” Then he’s kissing me again as he slowly guides himself inside of me.

I think I understand, as he slowly rolls his hips, arms flexing with his restraint as he does everything he can to not do something that will hurt me and my wound. As he groans with pleasure at even that slight movement.

I arch my hips and angle him inside of me deeper. My hands latch around the back of his neck and I watch as he pulls out and slides back in, listening to the delicate sighs that fall from me, waiting to hear an ounce of pain but slowly beginning to thrust harder and faster when he doesn’t hear it.

I meet his hips with mine, rolling and pushing and pulling as we find a rhythm between the two of us. Rourk slips his hand between our bodies and finds my clit, giving it lazy, teasing flicks each time he presses himself into the hilt. I gasp each time we meet and fight the urge to beg when we pull apart, feeling the release building within me once more.

And when he suddenly changes the angle and I clench on him, I find it, just as he does, too. We come together, limbs shaking, groans coming from him and whimpers from me.

When we’re both still, when Rourk pulls out of me and drops onto the bed beside me, immediately wrapping me in his arms and pressing a kiss to my sweat-slicked shoulder, he whispers, “I can’t leave you again, Galene.”

“You hardly left before,” I whisper.

“I know,” he says. “That was difficult enough.”

The words are almost a plea. “Then don’t leave me.”

Another gentle kiss. “I can’t. I won’t.”

Chapter thirty-four

Rourk

Ilead Galene back to her tent, where she can rest. Strained thoughts wrack my mind, as I know these will be my last moments in the village. ”Will you tell me about your daughter?” she asks.

I blink away my surprise. “You really want to know?”

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