Page 81 of Between Smoke and Shadow

“You could have sex with me,” she says. Her voice hitches when she says it, but she doesn’t shy away from my gaze. “If you want, I mean.”

The entire world stops as she looks up at me. Her blue eyes are open and affectionate, and I’ve never been so determined to deserve someone’s love. I trail my hand down her face, over her throat and breast, stopping only when I reach her hip bone. I can imagine it all too easily, slipping into her wet heat and fucking her until we’re drunk off each other.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” she says. Though she blushes, she still doesn’t look away.

“I absolutely want to,” I say. As if to prove my point, I lower my hips to hers, rocking my erection against her stomach. Only my pants separate our skin, and I’ve never hated a piece of clothing more.

I lower until our bare chests touch, my eyes falling shut without permission. Her skin is unbelievably soft and smooth, and every time I thrust, she writhes impatiently beneath me. She keeps gasping, mouth parted in a way that begs me to kiss her. So I do, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, savoring the way she tastes.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I ask her. “Don’t feel like we need to rush, okay? We’ve got time.”

“I want to,” she says. She runs her hands over the planes of my chest, drawing a shudder from deep within my bones. “But you need to tell me how to make it good for you. I’ve never—I haven’t done this before.”

I groan, leaning more of my weight against her. Her nipples brush mine every time she breathes, and her hips keep jerking toward me, seeking me.

“I was made to fuck you,” I whisper. I palm between her thighs, spreading her wetness before pushing a finger inside. She gasps, and I lean back to watch her. When I curl my finger,her hips jerk toward me. “See that? You know what to do, sweetheart. You were made to fuck me, too.”

I remove my hand, smiling as she arcs at the emptiness. She’s fallen silent, but she watches me, her eyes wide with love and lust. And when I lick her from my finger, her mouth falls open.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her. Then, “Tell me if it’s too much, and we’ll stop.”

She nods, her attention already drifting from my face to my pelvis. She pulls her lip between her teeth, and with a darting glance toward me, she reaches for the button. My self-control is hanging by a single, frayed thread, and it snaps the moment my cock springs free.

I kick out of my pants and settle between her thighs. They’re warm and smooth, and when I pull her ankles over my hips, she instantly latches around me. I lean onto my elbows, rocking my cock against the front of her pussy as I kiss her neck. She slowly relaxes, hips jolting every time I brush against her clit.

I move my hand between her thighs, running my thumb over her slit. Once I’ve spread her wetness, I slip a finger into her tight cunt and groan against her neck. She continues rocking against me, moaning when I add a second finger.

“Harrick,” she says. I’ve never heard someone say my name like she is now, and I’m certain no one could.

I line my cock with her entrance, watching her as she watches where we connect. I press forward, slowly, groaning as she surrounds me. She’s warm and wet and so unbearably tight I have to clench to keep from bursting immediately. I’ve thought of this too many times, dreamt of it when I was sure it would never actually happen.

Rune’s mouth parts as I rock into her, inch by agonizing inch. Once I’m halfway, her face tightens and she grabs my hips to slow me.

“That’s it,” I tell her. I slow my movements, keeping my thrusts shallow and letting her adjust. “Look how well you’re taking me, Rune. You’re fucking perfect.”

She follows my gaze, and I pinch her nipple between my fingers, twisting gently. My attention flickers between her face and the place we’re joined.The sight is almost too erotic, and it’s only the fact she looks uncomfortable that keeps me from exploding inside her.

“It feels…big,” she moans. She’s saying it like it’s a nuisance, but my male ego swells with pride anyway. So does my cock.

“Breathe for me,” I tell her. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”

She does as I say and I continue moving, until finally—fucking finally—my cock is fully buried inside her.

Mine, my body demands.She is mine.

“Fuck,” I say. The word shakes, and so does my entire body. “I’m not going to last. You’re too tight. Too fucking beautiful.”

She cries out at my praise, mouth gaping in pleasure. She’s louder than she’s been before, and her legs clamp around me, like she’s determined to keep me close. I lean against her, until we’re fitted together too perfectly. We were always made to find each other, I realize. We were destined to collide again and again, until inevitably we’d find ourselves like this.

I thrust, deep and slow, circling her clit with my thumb as I kiss her neck and shoulder. When her ankles slip away and her back arcs, I realize she’s close. Only then do I pump faster and harder, filling the room with the sound of our bodies connecting. Rune’s head falls back, and her mouth opens in a silent gasp. Just as her eyes start to roll back, I slow my movements.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I say. Because there’s no way I’m missing the first time she comes around my cock. “Look at me when you come. Let me see your eyes.”

She obeys immediately, giving me those blue irises. Her brown hair flows around her face, draping over her pale skin and across her breasts. I press my thumb more firmly against her clit until finally, she’s coming. Breaking apart beneath me with a breathy moan, until I’m sure I’ll never feel whole without her.

I’m less than a second behind her, coming so hard my vision goes black at the edges. I slow my thrusts until her cunt is so full of my cum, it’s leaking out of her. I keep most of my weight on my elbows, but our chests rest together, and our heartbeats align.

“Rune,” I whisper. I kiss her collarbone. Her neck. Her jaw. The side of her mouth.

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