Page 85 of The Devil In Blue
I leaned forward, my mouth devouring any other words he wanted to say with a deep, aggressive kiss. It took only seconds before Rune’s mouth was moving against mine with the same vigor. I moaned, rubbing myself against his groin as I welcomed his tongue into my mouth. I felt him get hard beneath me until it was like grinding on stone. Over and over I rocked against his leather-covered length, wishing it was inside me but enjoying the suspense too much to stop.
When I felt him press up against me, I was panting, heat pooling between my thighs and making his leather trousers slick with my desire. Rune groaned and I answered that with a little bite to his lip, reminding him that I was not a gentle flower in need of coddling. At the moment, I needed intensity. Heat. Pain. Anything to keep me right where I was instead of in the pits of my hate.
“Move up, Briar,” he panted against my lips.
“What?”
“I want to taste you. Gods, I’ve been wanting to since I saw you at the masquerade.”
He raised his hips, forcing me to fall forward, and then he pulled the chains to their limits until his hands were under my knees. With one hoist, I was straddling his face. My hands slapped against the headboard for balance.
“Lift your skirts,” he said.
“Rune…”
He turned his face into my leg and bit down, causing a shock of pain to shoot through me. I yelped, sitting back against his throat to pull my nightgown up and over my head. My hair fell down my bare back and when I realized I was naked, that familiar, fiery passion that I felt in the library returned twice as hot.
I leaned forward, hands on the headboard again, and lowered to Rune’s mouth. The moment his tongue slid over me I gasped, my body shivering with pleasure. He began to suck, his face buried deep between my legs, and all I could do was grind against him, chasing the feeling.
I couldn’t remember ever letting him or any other man kiss me down there, but something familiar about it made my body sing with anticipation. I whimpered, my stomach fluttering with pleasure when his tongue slid into me. I heard him growl with the same desire as he continued to lap at my arousal. I rocked against him, desperate to feel that high that I felt in the library when his teeth grazed my clit. I jolted, my breath coming in clipped gasps. Without much warning, the tension in my core started to unravel, spilling through me like a soft, unexpected caress in all the right places. I moaned, a mixture of satisfaction and hunger coiling deep inside.
But I wanted more.
Pulling away, I heard Rune groan out his frustration like he wasn’t done either. I moved down his long, hard body until I was sitting on his thighs and worked my fingers against the laces of his pants. When I loosened them enough, I tugged at the waistband, shimmying them off his hips until his thick length sprung free, erect and eager. But I wanted all of him just like he was getting all of me.
“Gods, Briar,” he breathed, lifting his head to look at me with a hunger that could have made me come again without touching him. That glint in his eyes could eat me live. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m broken,” I corrected.
He shook his head, licking me off his lips. “You’re perfect. Every bit of you.”
I pulled his pants all the way off and ogled at the excellence of his form for a moment, swallowing. My body throbbed to feel him again. To let him fill me and occupy all the empty places inside me.
“Fuck,” Rune swore. “I need to touch you.”
I shrugged, biting my lip. “I don’t know where the key is.”
With that, he gave the chains a little tug and the links snapped with a metallic clink. In one swift motion, his arms were around my waist and he rolled me onto my back, his hips between my thighs. I gasped with surprise, arching against the hot length of him as he slid between my slick lower lips. I felt both exhilarated and betrayed to see that he could have broken free whenever he wanted. I should have known.
“I was never in control,” I said bitterly.
He shook his head, his teeth sliding across my jaw up to my ear. “You arealwaysin control,” he rasped. He rocked into me again, coating his cock in my arousal. “If you tell me to stop, I will. If you tell me to please you until you’re dizzy and breathless, I will. Just tell me, Briar.”
I would scream if he stopped. I knew that much.
I slid my hand down between us, gripping his thick length and nudging it down until the head of it was notched at my entrance.
“Please,” I sighed.
One word was all he needed. He slid his fingers through mine and lifted one hand above my head as he drove into me in one long, deep stroke. I gasped, my head snapping back at the intense pinch of pain and pleasure that burst through my core. I wondered if I’d get used to him.
I wondered if I wanted to.
Folding one leg under his arm, he began to rock, burying himself to the hilt every time. Every thrust made me gasp for air, hitting me so deep I could focus on nothing else.
“Replace what they took, Rune,” I whimpered. “Fill me.”
His lips crashed against mine, swallowing my moans as he plunged in and out of me. Our tongues danced together, laying claim to each other’s mouths.
