Page 106 of Seer Prophet

When I let out a thick gasp, he stopped long enough to lean his face on my thigh, pain swimming through his light and his gut. Once he’d regained control, he started again. His hands tightened on my skin.

His light pushed aside my attempts to grasp structures in his.

I gripped his hair in my free hand, and he yanked me down the bed, resting more of his upper body on my legs.

His pain worsened as he sank his weight.

Some part of me must still have been holding back.

I felt it when I began to let go.

He did, too.

He paused a second time, leaning his face against my leg. Something about the intensity of his concentration made my pain abruptly worsen.

He coiled into me as I opened.

He went so deep that time I let out an involuntary groan.

That pain I’d been sitting on, that had been sending sparks through my light since I woke up, unwound around me in a kind of liquid pool. When I pulled on him, fighting to get into more of him, he stopped long enough to look at me.

His clear eyes were glassed.

I looked at his chest, at where he was breathing harder.

“Fucking talk to me,” he growled. “Ask. Out loud.”

Before I could speak, he moved up my body. He stared down at my face, right before he gripped my hair, holding me down by my free wrist with his other hand.

I gasped against the amount of light he flooded into mine. I gasped against the pain he threw at me. When I could see again, I could only look up at him, struggling to breathe.

“Ask me,” he growled. “Gods. Why are you so fucking quiet with me still? Am I doing this wrong? Do I need you to show me again? Or do you want me to hit you?”

More pain rippled my light, arching my back.

I closed my eyes, looking away from him.

“Alyson,gaos.What am I doing wrong––”

I shook my head. “No.”

“No?” he growled. “No what?”

I shook my head. “No, you’re not doing it wrong.”

His pain rippled through my light.“Gaos.Then ask me, goddamn it. Fucking say something, or I’m going to tie you up for real.”

My pain worsened.

Still, I didn’t speak.

Stubbornness, maybe. Or maybe I hadn’t been totally kidding when I said he’d left me in here too long, in pain and alone. Maybe I knew he didn’t only do it because it turned him on to see me in pain for him. He wanted me to open to him completely. He wanted me to surrender. But he wasn’t willing to do the same. He probably didn’t even intend to try.

For all I knew, he didn’t even want to anymore.

He still blamed me for Cass and Shadow trying to kill me.

He let out a disbelieving grunt. “You think so, huh?”

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