Page 24 of Saved By a Barbarian

“Gods, you feel so good,” he groaned, rocking his hips to take more of me. His head was thrown back, his eyes shut. The image only made the experience hotter, and I whimpered, fighting back the urge to come.

He paused after taking all of me, both of us panting. I was grateful for the reprieve, giving me time to pull myself together. I wanted it to be good for him, too. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his fingers drifting over my cheek.

I hummed, lifting my chin in a silent request for a kiss. He gave it without question, smothering me with kisses. Not full of passion but what felt like love instead. They were sweet and caring and made tears well in my eyes. If Verus loved me, I think I would die happy. It would be like a dream come true.

Verus shifted, and I could feel the mood change as he grew restless. Running my hands down his back, I gripped his thighs, encouraging him to move. His answering moan was like music to my ears. He started rocking his hips like he had before, only this time with me inside him. My fingers flexed and my toes curled as pleasure coiled in my belly with every move.

It wasn’t just the pleasure of being inside him that set me aflame. The noises he made, the ecstasy on his face, it all added to the moment. I couldn’t look away.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.

Patrick’s whisperedcomment made me melt. I didn't think the moment could get any better, but with each caress along my skin, each murmur of encouragement, I was proven wrong.

His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, drawing me back down for another passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled, a mimicry of what was happening below. With every grind of my hips, the heat in my belly expanded, ready to explode in an instant. I craved it, craved the release he offered me. Craved the feeling of being claimed by him.

Shifting movement caught my attention as Patrick’s good leg drew up, giving him a little more leverage. He snapped his hips, meeting mine on my next downward thrust, and I cried out in surprise from the force of it. I wanted to protest that he wouldhurt himself, but I couldn’t form words. Patrick’s thrusts only added to the pleasure, until I couldn’t see straight.

“Patrick! Patrick!” I chanted, slamming my hips down to take him again. Each time his hips met mine, it felt like lightning, heat and pleasure coursing through my body. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but I wanted it to last forever. I never wanted this moment to end.

My head flew back as Patrick fisted my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The pairing was too much, and I came with a shout, grinding down on Patrick’s cock to feel him deep inside me. It set him off, and he writhed beneath me, the heat of his release filling my channel. Claiming me.

I collapsed on top of him, my body throbbing with aftershocks of pleasure. I was careful to keep my weight off his leg, but I was too wiped out to move fully away. And the thought of losing the connection between us felt like torment.

Patrick’s arms slid around my shoulders, hugging me tightly against him. I let out a sigh of happiness as I hugged him back. This was the perfect place to be. I wished I could stay here forever, with us wrapped around each other.

The reminder that I couldn’t made me sigh, and I buried my face against his neck to hide from the truth.

Strong fingers cupped the back of my head, stroking my hair gently. “Verus? What’s wrong?”

He knew me so well already that he could feel the shift in my mood. Despite not wishing to, I pulled away to look at him, pouting when his softened cock slipped from inside me. Had it been possible, I would’ve wished him to stay that way all night.

Patrick’s hand cupped my face, his thumb stroking over my cheek as he studied me with a worried expression. “Did I hurt you?”

A smile tugged at my lips, and I turned to press a kiss to the middle of his palm. “No, ravsol. I felt no pain. I am wishing I didn’t have to leave you.”

His brow furrowed, and true fear swept over his face. I realized my mistake immediately and was quick to reassure him.

“Not forever, my Patrick. We must go on a long hunt. The coiwak move too frequently for us to return home each night. We must track them and that takes time. Time I must spend away from you. It hurts my heart to think about, but I must go for my clan.”

The fear settled, and sadness and understanding took its place. “Okay… How long will you be gone?”

With a heavy sigh, I rolled to my side to remove my weight from him. I stuck close, pressing myself against his side, and tucked my arm under my head to pillow it. “At least a week. Perhaps more. It depends on where the herd is and if they notice our approach. They are not dangerous creatures, but they are fast. It is hard to take more than one at a time, and they run after each is taken down, forcing us to chase them. It will not be an easy hunt.”

“When do you go?”

I didn’t want to answer. It would only hurt him. We had such little time before I had to leave.

He seemed to understand without me saying the words aloud. “So soon?”

Leaning to rest my forehead against his, I gave him a soft kiss. “I’m sorry. Morak needs hides tanned before we move on from this place. We must go quickly to have them finished in time.”

“What for?” he asked curiously.

I hummed, thinking about it. “Many things. Boots, straps to tie up the tents, bags, armor. His leathers are needed for repairs as we move. His work is very important for our clan so we try togive him what he needs when he needs it.” Pressing a kiss to his temple, I hugged him a little tighter. “Promise you’ll wait for me, ravsol. I cannot bring myself to go if you won’t be here when I get back.”

His fingers dug into my skin as he clung to me. “I promise. As long as you promise to come back.”

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