Page 112 of Whispers of the Water

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. My entire being clung to his words, latching on like a bee to nectar. It amazed me to hear how he saw me, to hear how much Rune believed in me. His words washed away the bleeding gashes from Dax’s hateful words, and in that moment, I felt myself fall in love with Rune all over again.

I sat up and cupped his cheeks. My mouth closed over his, and I kissed him deeply, trying to show him how much I cherished him. I rested my forehead against his and whispered, “I love you, Rune. So, so much.”

His palm smoothed back my hair and found its place on the back of my neck. “You’re my light, Bria. You’re my breath, my heartbeat, my dream. You’re my Queen. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”

He pushed me back to lie against the mattress, and my heart quickened its pace as he lowered his mouth to hover where my legs spread. His hot breath against my sensitive middle made me quiver, and goosebumps broke out along my arms. I held my breath, waiting for the first feel of his tongue, and I nearly screamed out in bliss when it finally licked across my budded nerves. His tongue was relentless in coaxing my climax, and I gripped Rune’s hair tightly as he flicked, circled, rubbed, and loved me without pause.

“Rune,” I cried, on the edge of something dangerously hot and overwhelming. “Ahh, Rune! Please. Don’t stop.”

The ache grew, and my hips moved to match the way his tongue swiped up and down against my clit. His finger pushed inside me, thrusting back and forth to the same beat as his wicked mouth. The delicious sensations sent me spiraling, and I let out a loud groan of ecstasy as I spilled myself into his mouth, staining his lips with the taste of me.

He sat up straight, licking the shine from his lips, before smiling down at me. “I could drink from you all day.”

Breathless and still hungry for more, I grabbed for the hem of his sweatpants and yanked them down. He tossed them aside until his long, thick length was freed. It was my turn to push him onto his back, and his hungry eyes watched my every move like a predator watching its prey. I hovered above him with my knees hugging his hips on either side, and I gripped his shaft, holding it to my entrance before I slowly sank down.

I welcomed the pressure as his cock filled me up, and Rune’s head tilted back as he let out a small gasp. The still-sensitive bud in between my legs throbbed at the sound, and I found myself rising up only to sink back down to hear it again. My own groan danced with his as I placed my hands on his firm chest, using his hard body to guide my hips up and down on his shaft.

It was good.

Too good.

“Am I doing it right?” I gasped as I rode him slowly.

“God, yes,” Rune said in a husky voice. His eyes were glazed over with lust as he reached up to pinch my nipples between his fingers, tweaking them as I continued to move my hips in a rhythm that seemed to let Rune touch me in delicious places. “Fuck! Oh, fuck. You’re so good, Bria.”

I moaned as my middle ached with need while Rune’s length pushed inside me. His fingers rubbed my peaked nipples, sending a shock of hunger straight between my legs. Needing to feel more, yearning for the ache to be soothed, I slipped my hand down his chest and in between my thighs. I bit my lip and flung my head back as I found the bundle of nerves and rubbed my finger over the heat to the same beat of my riding his cock.

“That’s it,” Rune gasped, watching my hand and my bucking hips. “Play with it. Ride me. Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels,” I gasped. “It feels … ah … good.”

“Cum for me. Cum with me, Bria.”

He met the movement of my hips with his own thrusts until, finally, we both groaned as our climax swept over our bodies. His hot release spilled into me, and I trembled through the shock waves of my own orgasm. Absolutely spent, I fell forward, lying on top of him as I tried to get my breathing back under control. Rune wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him, and I felt him place a small kiss on the top of my head.

I was tired. I was warm. I was at peace.

I fell asleep, lying atop my love, smiling, with all my worries momentarily forgotten.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

SOMETHING WARM BRUSHED through my hair, tucking it behind my ear.

“Bria,” came a whisper.

I knew that voice as well as my own. Forcing myself to wake up, I fluttered my eyelids open. Rune smiled down at me from where he sat on the edge of the bed. He’d covered me with warm blankets at some point, and despite myself, I snuggled deeper into the comforter.

Chuckling, Rune said, “You may want to get up. We have company.”

Groaning, I waved my hand at him. “Five more minutes.”

“That’s what I told them. Twenty minutes ago.” He flashed me a cheeky grin.

With a sigh, I sat up. Rune handed me my clothes, and after I tied, dressed, and smoothed my hair, I left Rune’s room to see who the heck these “visitors” were and why they’d interrupted my nap.

As soon as I made my way into the living room, two voices squealed, followed by pounding footsteps as Newt and Greshim rushed toward me. Instantly perking up, I held my arms open for the twins to fall into.

“Oh, my goodness,” I said as I looked at each of them. “What are you two doing here?”

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