Page 86 of The Devil In Blue
“There will be no space for nightmares when I’m through with you, Briar,” he said, releasing my hand to grip a thick handful of my hair.
He tugged my head back, exposing my throat like a predator looking for a place to bite, and then he assaulted my neck with his mouth. I gripped his thick biceps, fingers squeezing until my nails were scoring his flesh again. He hissed at the burn and began to drive himself into me faster. His movements became desperate. merciless. I was crying out my pleasure with every thrust, my mouth agape and still barely able to catch a breath. I dragged my hooked nails down his arms, feeling his flesh give under my grip. The scent of blood filled my nose once more and I smiled, closing my eyes at the strange ecstasy I felt over it all. Whatever I’d done to him in the library had already healed and the idea that I could abuse his body like he was abusing mine just made me want more.
“Tell me what you want,” he panted, his tongue preceding his teeth when he bit my neck.
I sucked in a sharp breath at the jolt of pain and plunged my nails against him harder in retaliation.
“I want you deeper,” I confessed.
“Do you know what you’re asking me?”
“Yes.”No.
I didn’t care.
“Then deeper I will go. I know there are places they haven’t touched and so do you. Places onlyIcan touch you.”
Before I could process what he said, he lifted his wrist to his mouth and tore into the flesh with his teeth. I was almost snatched out of my pleasure-filled daze until he pressed his open wrist over my mouth and continued to drive into me, one hard thrust after another.
Bittersweet heat trickled over my tongue and down my throat and I suddenly felt weightless. I was woozy in a way that made my mind overflow with excitement. My skin vibrated with awareness, every nerve inside me dancing to a tune I couldn’t even hear. My heart pounded, uncontrolled and wild. Something about his blood made me wild and I felt everything more potently than ever.
My eyes snapped open just as two giant black wings spread behind Rune, arching around us. His cock stretched me to my limits, leaving no room for me to think of anything else. Sitting up astride my legs, he gripped my hips with claw-tipped fingers and pulled me back and forth on his length. I slapped my hands to the sheets, balling the fabric in my fists as I lost myself in whatever heavenly paradise I was in.
“I know you want to come,” he huffed, his thumb circling my clit. I arched up, crying out when the first trickle of my release teased my core. He pulled his thumb away, toying with my pleasure. “Command me, Briar. Tell me you want to come.”
“I want it. Please,” I panted.
“No,” he grunted, thrusting hard. “Commandit.”
I lifted my head to look at him and the glorious wings splayed behind his back. His gaze ripped me open and seemed to see everything I had always wanted to hide. His skin was so white it nearly glowed.
“Make me come,” I forced between moans.
“As you wish,” he said, his lips spreading into a crooked, sinister smile.
He swiped his thumb over my clit again, massaging it as if he knew exactly where and how to touch me. As if he knew my body better than I did. I couldn’t deny at that point that he did.
Within seconds, I was falling apart. I cried out, bursting with pent-up tension until no part of my body went unnoticed by the sensation. I shuddered, wave after wave of release pitilessly suffocating any pain or doubt from my thoughts. Just as it began to lessen, I reached up to touch Rune and like he was pulled toward me by invisible ropes, he leaned into my hand, bracing himself over the top of my body.
“Kiss me,” I said, taking his face between my hands and claiming his mouth. He was still hard. Still grinding into me. “Come inside me,” I panted, hooking my legs around his waist.
“Fuck,” he breathed, riding me harder, his wings spreading again just before I felt his muscles go taut.
He groaned, his hands fisting the blankets on either side of my head. Streams of his burning seed filled my core, almost too hot to stand and yet so unbelievably wonderful. When his climax had finally subsided we were both panting, our skin slick with exertion. Trembling, I kept his face close, my fingers twisted in his hair as we shared breath.
Finally, I felt his cock go lax inside me, but he didn’t move. He remained there, joined with me as the intensity slowly faded, and reminded me that the room was actually a bit cold. Rune’s heat combined with my anger and passion had been keeping me warm, but now I was shivering. He slowly moved off of me and onto his side, pulling the blankets over both of us. With his arms wrapped around my naked body, he caged me close.
But this cage was different. This cage was soothing and locked all the demons out. This cage was perfect.
I eased out of one of the best nights of sleep I’d had in ages, reaching an arm out across a soft mattress in an unconscious search for the warm body that had been wrapped around me. I felt the heat on the blankets where Rune had been lying, but he was gone.
That immediately encouraged my eyes open and I turned over to see him perched on the side of his giant bed. He sat still as a statue, elbows on his knees, staring at the big windows across from him. His wings were tucked away into whatever magical place he kept them, out of sight, so I had a clear view of his bare, moonlit back and all the iridescent markings that decorated it.
Naked and tangled in sheets, I sat up, clutching the blanket to my breasts. I wasn’t well versed in consoling others, but I wanted to console Rune. For some reason, his uneasiness was radiating off of him like a stone that had just come out of a fire.
“What is it?” I muttered.
He finally moved, proving to me that he hadn’t spontaneously turned to stone in the night. His head turned slightly to acknowledge me, but he said nothing.
