Page 104 of The Devil In Blue
“I…” I paused, uncertain and hardly able to focus on words.
He pulled me from the wall and, still buried deep, laid me down on the table where I’d cleared the books away with my wings. Whatever was left, he swiped away with his hand, leaving the room a mess. Hands braced on either side of me, he slowed his thrusts to long, gentle strokes that had me squirming with need.
“Rune,” I said. “Please. I need…”
“I’m yours, Briar,” he smirked, his eyes devilish. “What do you need? Command me.”
I let out a strained breath, grasping for something I could not find. I needed friction. Intensity.Everything.
I lifted my head, pressed my hands to his chest where slight traces of blood had marked his skin, and finally found my voice the way I needed to.
“Make me come,” I moaned.
That smirk returned, even more devilish than before. He stood up, wings spread wide, and took my hips in his hands, pulling me down his shaft. I gasped at the harshness of the thrust, but I ate up the pain. The way it took my breath away. The way he devoured my nightmares with his presence and gave me something to replace them.Him. I basked in all of it because it was all mine now.
He will look for you.
He will find you.
He will destroy you.
Those words rang in my head as I climbed that rope to the very top of ecstasy. He did search for me. He found me. He was destroying me in all the ways that I needed to be destroyed. He ripped at the chains that had shackled me and gave me wings. He set me free. He gnawed at the invisible prison and melted the bars of my cell.
The rope snapped and I began to fall, tangling in the delicious pleasure of my climax. It was a euphoric descent. One that Rune did not intend to end fast. He bent forward, his tongue tracing up between my breasts to my throat as a breathless cry forced its way out of me.
Nothing remained at that moment. Lucien’s clammy touch was gone. All that was left of him was a charm on a necklace. Southminster was ashes. Father Eli was charred bones.
Rune’s hand slid around the back of my neck and he lifted me against his body, devouring my voice with his lips. I was a trembling mess, my thoughts in wonderful shambles. He kept moving inside of me, chasing his pleasure only when I’d experienced mine. I braced myself on my palm, leaning back to watch his cock piston in and out of me. Then our eyes locked and a whole new world opened up. One where I was loved. Cherished. Free.
Those tears I’d desperately tried to keep at bay began to sting again and the moment one slid down my cheek, Rune went rigid with his climax. He groaned loudly, thrusting deep and staying there, locked inside me as his heat flooded my core. I was ridden raw and so wonderfully spent, my skin glistening with sweat.
Panting, Rune leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine, his thumb sweeping across my cheek to dry a tear.
“I weep too much,” I whispered shakily. “I’m sorry.”
He cupped my face between his hands and shook his head. “I adore your tears. They make you so unbelievably beautiful to me, Briar.”
Slowly, his wings and antlers faded out of existence, and as soon as I imagined my wings doing the same, they did. Rune slid his fingers through my hair once more and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, moving his cock just enough to remind me he was still buried deep inside me. He was still thick and hard and it almost renewed my arousal before I’d even caught my breath.
“Were you always this way?” I asked. “This unrelenting?”
He let out a low, handsome chuckle and pressed deeper. “Actually, it was you that was more voracious.”
I smiled at that. “The way you make me feel, I am not surprised.”
“And now? The woman you are now, will she be as insistent?”
“Maybe. Or perhaps I’d enjoy a good chase.” I traced my fingers over his lips. “That day in the woods with the kelpher, violent as it was, made me feel…”
I stopped myself, wondering if it was wrong to admit the things I felt that day amongst all the blood and brutality.
“Tell me,” Rune whispered.
I stared into his gaze, savoring the way his eyes made me feel so defenseless and invincible at the same time.
“I burned for you then,” I confessed. “I worried for you when you left. But more than that, I wanted you. More when you bled for me. When you cut down that beast in front of me. And when you brought me this,” I touched my necklace. “I would have done anything you asked. Not because I felt obligated. Because for the first time in my life, I wanted to fold for someone. To be at someone’s mercy. Because in my gut and my soul, I trust you would never abuse that power.”
“You did not feel that way when you saw the chains.”
