Page 68 of Guarded By the Nightmare

“Anything to win,” he said, lowering his lips again to kiss me again.

More and more of his arm was sinking into me—instead of holding my heart from above, he was grasping it from below, his whole forearm inside my chest—but I didn’t care. I twisted my head to give him my neck, as I felt kisses begin elsewhere—some newly created part of him was sucking on my breast, while additional arms and hands grabbed my ass and helped to hold my thighs open. There was no space left between us anymore, he’d conquered all my light.

“You taste,” he began, a low growl in my ear. “You feel,” he said, and started sucking on my earlobe. “You smell,” he went on, and I felt his breath on the back of my neck. “Like me.”

“I’m so close, Sylas,” I whined. “Make me come for you—and then come inside of me. Please?”

He made a sound that reverberated from all around me, and I felt his pace between my legs pick up, at the same time his tongues licked and mouths sucked. “Sy—las,” I panted, stuttering his name—he was still being careful, it was just that I needed to come so badly it hurt.

“My beautiful, wise queen,” he murmured, rocking me harder. I felt him stiffen inside me as I clenched and I knew we were going to come at the same time, which made an impossible amount of sense, being where we were. “Your heart—your fucking heart,” he gasped.

“Sylas,” I cried out, bowing my head down and curling my hips up, as he crashed his lips onto mine.

One stroke, one kiss, and it was like one orgasm flew between us, starting in me with my pussy that clamped him tight, and then him taking it and giving it back, shooting himself inside me as he shoved himself forward, and we did it all over again. I didn’t know if he was slowing time on purpose or on accident, all I knew was that I wanted to stay like this, with him, forever—I could feel his cum in me, in a way that I couldn’t feel his hand around my heart, it was hot, and made me feel full, until it splashed at the back of me and dripped back out.

“I would give you everything,” he whispered in my ear, still thrusting into me. “If I could.”

“I know, shh, I know,” I said before crying out again. “Sylas?—”

“Mina,” he growled, with one final, thudding shove, and then we were through.

I’d never come so hard in my life, and I didn’t want to fall apart. I knew whatever moment we’d just had we would never find again.

He stayed on top of me for a long while appearing to breathe and possibly thinking the same thing, while I stroked my hands down his back until he slowly released me, all of my limbs at first, before rising up to carefully pull his hand out of my chest.

I felt the lack of him at once, panging me just as bad as when he withdrew the rest of himself from between my legs, and I was just myself again.

“I have never known a woman as I have known you,” he said, looking down, his features as solid as they’d ever been before.

I kissed my fingertips and pressed them to his lips. “I should hope not.”

51

SYLAS

“We have to go back, Mina.”I meant to reality, but I was dreading the rest of it. I wanted to slow time down for us forever.

“I know,” she said, sinking back. I cradled her against myself and pulled us back into the weave of the normal world, and she made a small sad sound at once, because it hurt her.

“I am sorry, my queen,” I said, kissing the top of her head, as I laid her comfortably on a portion of myself, letting her use some of my smoke as though it were a bed, and I joined her there, stroking her side gently until her headache went away. Blood dripped from her nose again, only this time when I wiped it away from her I dipped my fingers in my mouth to lick them clean.

She squinted to see me. “That’s like really unsexy,” she said, then laughed and regretted it with a wince.

“I don’t want a drop of you to go to waste.”

“Okay, I take it back, when you put it like that. What blood type am I, by the way?” she asked, stretching out a little. “Could we have been flying everywhere this whole time?”

“It would depend on the atmospheric conditions,” I told her. Her flesh had goosebumps from a cold breeze, so I blocked the cave’s entrance for her. “How can you love me?”

Her eyebrows rose. “I don’t know, Sylas. I just do. And? You’ve never pretended to be anything you’re not.” She brought one hand up to trace the contours of my face, now that I had them, and I twisted my lips into her palm to kiss it...without moving the rest of me. “Even if you take some getting used to,” she said, laughing. “What time is it back home?”

“Still morning.”

“Even after I feel like I’ve been fucked for four days?” she pretended to complain, then her eyes drifted over to where she’d shed most of her clothing. “I was going to see the reaction to my post, but I doubt I have service—unless part of you can double as a cell tower?”

“No, my queen. But if they were sending people after you, they must be scared—as well they should be. You are quite formidable.”

“I don’t know about that,” she said, rocking back to nest against me. “I just have terrible taste in men,” she teased.

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