Page 111 of Steel Heart Iron Claws

He moves fast and confidently in the darkness. Before I know it, I feel the press of the cold stone floor at my back. He pushes my skirt up around my waist with a fevered touch, then traces his fingers worshipfully down my exposed hips until he hooks his thumbs in my panties.

Slowly—torturously—he pulls them down over my thighs.

His ragged sigh falls heavy over the darkness as he kisses my skin. “You. You. You.”

I’ve barely pushed up to my elbows when he buries his face between my legs. The surprise of it makes my hips buck, and his hands come down to grip the curves of my hip bones, holding my lower half steady as he attacks me with his mouth.

“I want to devour you,” he murmurs while his tongue does punishing things to my wet heat. “I want to lick you from the inside out like a cream-filled tart.”

Dear gods.

He takes my swollen clit between his teeth, gently biting down.

“I…missed…you,” I murmur between heaving breaths. “I feared I’d…I’d never see you again. I need to feel you in me. Claim me, Basten…Take me…I want to hear you moan my name so loud that you’ll never forget.”

My muscles are so tightly wound. Every inch of my body demands release. I’m so damn famished, so primed to be taken. I squirm on the floor, knees splayed open like a whore.

“I’ll never forget you now that I have you.” He grips my hips, flipping me over so that I’m draped over a flour sack, my skirt around my waist, my bare ass in the air. Like this, I can’t see him, but everything is only blackness to me anyway.

Still, my bare skin tingles with anticipation.

He delivers a sharp slap to my ass that has me crying out.

“Quiet now.” He positions himself over me, wrapping his big hand around my mouth. With his free hand, he lines up his impatient cock—rock hard again—with my pussy from behind. The tip nudges against my wetness with a slick sound, and I whimper into his palm, wriggling my hips insistently.

There’s a clatter of crockery, and then he thrusts his big middle finger into my mouth. It’s dipped in honey, the sticky-sweetness coating my throat as I suck on his finger.

At the same time, he slides into me from behind.

I’m hit with a burst of pleasure that prickles all the way down to my toes. I’m filled from both ends with him.He thrusts his honeyed finger in and out of my lips in rhythm with the pumping of his hips.

And, gods, I love this. Feeling so full. Having him nearly everywhere he can be.

“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he growls in my ear as a drip of sweat from his brow falls on my bare shoulder. “That you forget there was anything before this moment. The past doesn’t fucking matter, because I’m going to make you come every day from today on. Every night, too.”

He rides me hard, fingers coiled almost painfully against my scalp, thrusting into me from behind with a possessiveness even more wild than ever before. He has more to lose now. He’s lost me once, and he’s determined not to do so again.

“Come, princess,” he coaxes. “You’re ready. You’re nearly there. Your pussy is begging for me to break it apart…but you have to let go.”

He reaches one hand to the place where our bodies connect, wetting his fingers in my juices, then tormenting my swollen clit with his deft fingers. A moan tears out of my throat, barely muffled by his palm against my lips.

Death—that’s what would happen if we’re caught. But for him? I’d risk Woudix’s wrath and more.

I let my eyes sink closed. “Gods, Basten. Yes. That’s it.”

He speeds his thrusts, the friction making me feral as I slam my hips back to meet his. He slaps my ass again—so hard and unexpected—that I break apart.

Gasping, I collapse over the flour sack as waves of pure electricity snap through my body. My muscles tense and pulse beforefinally going slack.

I suck in deep breaths, dizzy with the aftermath of an orgasm that’s still leaving my knees shaking.

Basten cleans me up with a kitchen towel from one of the shelves, then gathers me back into his arms, gently stroking my hair.

It’s an echo of when we made love in the waterfall cave. My heart tightens at the memory, knowing he doesn’t recall it. Still, I know that we could lose one another in a thousand lifetimes, but we would always find our way back, for another—new—first love.

Chapter 29

Basten

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