Page 14 of Revenant

She sits up slowly until only a few inches separate us, but I can’t seem to make myself release her.

I’m not even sure I’m breathing.

Just being in the same room with her after so long has me wanting to bundle her up in my arms and kill anyone who comes near. I should tell the others I found her, but I don’t want to miss even a second with her.

Rue’s hand comes to rest on my chest almost hesitantly, like she isn’t sure if I am real…or maybe she wants to slap me again. Not that I would blame her after the way we failed her. When her palm rests over my heart, I shudder in pleasure, clenchingmy hands into fists to keep from dragging her back into my lap where she fucking belongs.

She peers up at me with her bright teal eyes—eyes that I haven’t seen in too fucking long—and my own burn. I refuse to blink, unable to look away, not wanting to miss a second.

“You’re real.” Her husky words are both a question and a statement, almost like she’s confused, and my heart breaks that she didn’t think we would come for her.

“Oh, princess.” Unable to keep my distance from her when she is in such pain, I press my forehead against hers and shudder when I inhale her delicious smoky scent. Her smell is like a drug, and the tightness in my chest relaxes for the first time since we saw her taken.

Unable to take my eyes off her, my voice is gruff when I speak, willing her to believe every word. “We will always come for you. Always. You’re ours.”

It’s only when her hand tightens in my shirt that I see something click in her mind. When her little nails dig into my skin, a groan rumbles in my chest and my dick hardens painfully, loving every bit of her punishment.

My control snaps, and I’m barely aware of grabbing her hips and dropping her in my lap, right where she belongs. My dick jumps at the contact, and I can’t stop myself from guiding her hips up and down along my shaft.

When her head falls back and her mouth parts, I don’t stop. Damn if my cock doesn’t leak when she moves her hips faster, her breath catching as she chases her pleasure. Needing to make her come, I lean forward and bite her nipple right through her shirt.

Her breath hitches, then she groans, and her fingers sink into my hair as she pulls me closer. “More…”

It’s both a plea and a demand, and I’m helpless to do anything but give my princess what she wants. Yanking her shirtover her head, I take a second to admire her full breasts, her ample cleavage begging for my attention.

Then I spot the nasty bruises decorating her pale skin, and I blink the lust from my eyes. The injuries trail up and down her torso in a way that has a growl rumbling in my chest.

Is that a fucking boot print?

Rage threatens to consume me, and my grip tightens on her hips. It’s only when she whimpers that I become aware of my surroundings again, the scent of her need filling the air, and my mouth fucking waters with the irresistible craving to taste her.

Pushing away my desire for answers—for now—I give her what she needs. I made the mistake of not paying her enough attention once. It won’t happen again.

Yanking down the straps of her bra, I worship her beautiful breasts, biting and nipping until I can tell her orgasm is near. My cock leaks with the demand to take her hard and fast, and I grit my teeth against the nearly overwhelming impulse.

No, I won’t fuck her, not until I earn her forgiveness.

It’s my punishment.

I don’t deserve absolution for just doing the bare minimum by finding her.

No, I have a lot of fucking work to do before I’m worthy of her again.

Until then, I’ll do everything in my power to be whatever she needs.

Right now, she needs me to make her feel alive.

With her knees on either side of my hips, I let her set the pace. I lift my head from her breasts, her cry of protest making my dick throb harder, and cover her mouth with my own to muffle her whimpers before pinching her nipples hard. She stiffens in my arms for a moment, then she shudders as her orgasm takes over.

I keep her pace with my hips for a few seconds more before gradually slowing, dragging out her pleasure for as long as possible. It’s not until she slumps against me that I still and look down at her cuddled against my chest.

It’s a sight that I will take with me to my grave.

My eyes burn with the realization that we fucking found her.

That she’s safe and here in my arms.

It’s all I can do to swallow past the lump in my throat as I cuddle her closer. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. I run my hand up and down the skin of her back…then slow when the tips of my fingers trace over scars. Dozens and dozens of scars. When she stiffens in my arms, I involuntarily tighten my hold, not ready to release her yet.

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