Page 78 of Whispers of the Water

His restraint snapped. He rolled until I was pinned beneath him, my legs still wrapped firmly around his waist. He leaned back on his heels and reached behind him to yank his shirt off, making the muscles of his abdomen tense and ripple with the motion. Rune’s undeniable strength and natural power were obvious from every angle.

Not only did his sheer beauty cause my heart to cease beating, but so did the little blue gem resting at the end of the silver chain around his neck. It was yet another reminder of Rune and how much he meant to me. My sweet Fox. The amount of absolute bliss I felt in his arms was indescribable.

I never wanted to lose this.

His hands found their way back to the waistband on my pants and panties, and as soon as I met those tender eyes, everything else disappeared. I was lost to the affection in his gaze and the euphoria in his smile. He slowly pulled the material down each leg before dropping the garments to the floor. His amber orbs remained fixated on mine as he grabbed my left calf, lifting my leg. He finally broke eye contact, and my heart quickened when I realized why.

Rune placed a small kiss on the inside of my ankle. “I think it was when I saw you painting at that class.”

I swallowed hard and focused on my words instead of the wet heat pooled in my middle. “What?”

His lips pressed softly to my calf. “When I fell in love with you.”

Chest unfurling with warmth, I smiled at him. “Really?”

Another kiss along the side of my knee. “Or maybe it was when I saw you in your Fox Fae disguise for the first time.”

Recalling his reaction back then, I gave a small laugh. “You definitely felt something then. Although, I assumed you felt it somewhere a bit lower than the heart.”

“I definitely felt it there, too,” he smirked before placing a kiss on the inside of my thigh.

I inhaled sharply as his touch there shot electricity all the way to my pussy.

“Or maybe it was when you called me out for lying about not missing my dad.” His lips branded the skin right by my throbbing need.

All I could do was take a deep breath.

His eyes flicked up to mine from where his lips hovered above my center. “Or maybe it was when you pulled me onto that dance floor.”

The tip of his tongue traced the crease of my folds. I moaned before I could stop myself, fisting the blankets beneath me. Electrifyingly sweet pressure built under his masterful tongue. I arched myself further into him as he flicked, circled, and sucked on my clit. Groaning, I tilted my head back against the pillow as I exploded in bursts of pleasure.

“You taste so good,” Rune said into my skin.

He sat up and hovered above me, eyes glossed over with lust. With the evidence of my climax still coating his lips, his mouth sought mine in a hungry search. I tasted myself as my lips parted for him, and I plunged my hands into his hair to bring him closer. His hand slipped between us, and I gasped into his mouth when one long finger slowly pushed into me.

“Fuck,” Rune groaned against my mouth. His head fell into the crook of my shoulder as he whispered into my ear, “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Then do it,” I said, pressing my lips to his earlobe. I barely nibbled and finished, “I want you, Rune.”

He lifted enough to find my eyes and shook his head. “Not until I get you ready.”

His finger slid in and out of me as our lips connected once more. Soon, another digit joined the first, then another. I felt so full but not nearly full enough, and my rush to have him inside me nearly drove me mad.

“Rune,” I panted, with sweat beading my brow. “I’m ready. Please.”

He sat back and slowly pulled out his fingers. I quivered under the loss of his touch. I watched as he finally freed himself from the confines of his pants, and my mouth watered at the drop of need gathered on the head of his hard length.

He settled in between my legs once more, and my heart fluttered when he pried my fingers loose from where they clung to the blankets. Our palms pressed together as our fingers slowly intertwined. He lowered them until they were pinned on either side of my head, and he took a deep breath as he pressed our foreheads together. His honey-sweet breath tickled at my cheeks as his body hovered slightly above me. Despite our chests being separated by mere inches, I could feel that the rhythmic beat of his heart matched the wild dancing of my own. We were in perfect sync, and in this moment, the world was ours alone.

“I’m not used to being gentle,” Rune said, his voice huskier than normal. “Tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?”

I nodded, which made our noses graze. His lips pressed softly to mine, and my toes curled at the slow caress of the kiss. It was sensual, a slow capture of my tongue on his. At the same time, I felt the tip of his length push against my entrance. My heart pounded madly as he gently pushed in. I squeezed his hands at the slight burning pressure, but within a few seconds, it stopped.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his deep voice strained.

“I’m great,” I said, and I bit my lip at how shaky my voice came out.

He took a deep breath. “I’m gonna move now.”

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