Page 87 of Anchor

Taland cursed under his breath when he pressed his body against my back. His hands were everywhere, pushing down my panties, grabbing my ass, my boobs, pressing his hard cock between my buttocks as he moved up on his tiptoes, then back down again.

My cheek was pressed to the cold wall. Taland’s warm lips kissed the other. I grabbed his arms as well as this position allowed and I thought I begged—please, Taland, please.He moved away just a little, both hands gripping my hips tightly, and he pulled them back until I was almost completely bent over for him. I held onto the wall with both hands and screamed when he slapped my ass. It stung and the feeling was fucking delicious and the sound even better.

Taland whispered about how much he loved the view, how perfect I was, how deep inside me he wanted to get as he played with me. He brought his cock down my wet folds, and to my clit, then back up to my entrance, and he slapped me again, caressed my skin.

I raised on my tiptoes when he moved his cock up, desperate to take him in, so desperate. Thank goddess he couldn’t resist. He pushed his hips forward all the way, coming inside me at once.

Finally, we were one for real.

He never once took his cock out of me when he pushed me to stand straight and pressed me against the wall again. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and pushed deeper inside me, so deep I felt him everywhere. My screams could awaken the fucking dead, but I couldn’t care less if someone heard. My head fell back on his shoulder and my eyes rolled in my skull and I was thankful he was holding me up because my legs had already gotten too weak.

“Fuck, your voice,” he whispered in my ear. “Fuck, sweetness, your pussy is my paradise.”

His teeth sank on the side of my neck and he moved back just a little so he could thrust inside me again with twice the force.

“Don’t stop screaming, baby. Let me hear what I’m doing to you,” he said, mouth against my ear, his heavy breathing matching my own.

And I thought,I couldn’t stop if I tried.

When he brought his hand in my front and pressed his fingertips to my clit, I screamed even louder. When he gripped my boob with his other hand, then started to fuck me faster, the sound of his pelvis slamming against my ass could have been louder than me. He raised on his tiptoes and gave me every delicious inch he owned, and my eyes rolled in my skull again, and the orgasmexplodedeverywhere inside me, taking me away from the safe house and the city and the world.

Goddess, he felt so good it should have been impossible, but here he was, pressing me against the wall still, fucking me like it was his life’s mission to hear me scream.

He came, too, not a whole minute later, because we were starved for one another and we didn’t hold back. He came with my name on his lips that might have been the best thing I would ever hear.

When the high let him go, he pressed against my back and rested his chin on my shoulder, and he whispered dirty things about my pussy and my body and my screams in my ear until both our legs threatened to give.

Just like that, nothing seemed all that bad anymore.

The world could really be a beautiful place.

Chapter 17

Rosabel La Rouge

I’d always found it fascinating the way he moved. With such ease, such confidence, like he knew he had this and nothing could possibly go wrong.Fluid,I’d once thought. His every movement was fluid, and he made everything look easy—when he carried me in his arms to the second floor, up the narrowest set of stairs I had ever seen in my life. I honestly have no idea how he even managed to fit us through. When he took us to the first of the only two doors in the small corridor, inside a bedroom that was about the same size as my room at Vuvu’s Inn in Night City. When he put me down on my feet and used his magic to clean the room—pulled the drapes apart and opened the window to let the air suck away the dust and the cobwebs and anything else that wasn’t the furniture. Not that there was much—barely any dust hung in the air, and it smelled clean in there, too, but he was very thorough anyway.

Then he took us to the bathroom next door, smaller than the one at the inn. He heated up the air and took my clothes off, cleaned me up. He let me watch while he cleaned himself up,too, and then we went back to the bedroom—all of this without saying a single word, just looking at one another, smiling. Connecting.

The room smelled even better now that the window had been open, and when Taland closed it, he heated up the air again with his magic.

At first, when he started doing those ordinary spells, I didn’t notice—I was too overwhelmed by so many emotions at once and I was still struggling to come to terms with the fact that everything had changed again so drastically for me. So suddenly. But when he leaned down to warm the bed for me, too, I noticed the flinch. It was just barely there, and maybe he got tired from using his magic so much in such a short amount of time, but it wasn’t anything that would drain his energy, to be honest. Minor first-degree spells that his raven feather, wherever he kept it, shouldn’t have even noticed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked because something inside, this voice I’d ignored all night was trying to get through just as the sun outside the window began to turn the sky grey with light.

“Nothing,” Taland said. “That’s nice and warm. Lie down, sweetness.”

“That’s not nothing. I saw you flinch. Are you hurt?” I looked down at his body when he took his shirt off and threw it over an armchair by the window. Right now, I wasn’t even turned on at the sight of him—I was looking for bruises.

“No, I’m perfectly fine,” he insisted, sitting on the small bed, then pulling me to sit on his lap.

“Were you hurt at Headquarters? Did the guards hit you?” I hadn’t noticed if they had, but Taland shook his head.

“They certainly tried.”

He was tired, though, now that I noticed. Nottootired, just…tired. More than usual. And he must have realized that I wasn’tgoing to just drop it because he sighed, kissing my chin, and said, “It’s my magic.”

My stomach turned.