Page 76 of Glass and Bone
“What?” I say in disbelief. That fast? He’s just dead?
“He wasn’t giving us any information, so we dealt with him” My hands shake, and I don’t know if it is relief or fear I am feeling. “Does that not bring you comfort?”
“No. What if there are more and he was the only chance we had of finding them? What if I could have spoken to him and gotten more out of him?” I counter.
“It doesn’t matter. If there are more, they won’t get to you. Aslongas you keep Laris and Tano with you.” He takes a long sip of his bourbon and sighs. “Will you tell me what’s wrong with you tonight?” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from yelling about the journal and asking what drug he is researching.
“It was just a shock seeing my father.” I lie. He walks up to the bed, placing the glass on the nightstand before sitting on the edge.
“My love, he can’t hurt you either.” I nod and he grabs my arms, pulling me onto his lap. “I promise that I am here to protect you. I love you.” I nod against his chest as he wraps his arms around me. I don’t know what I feel anymore or if what he feels is real. Theo says he’s incapable of loving anyone other than himself, and I agreed with him.
“Do you?” I murmur against his chest. He rests his chin on the top of my head.
“I love you so much, Ela. I promise.” I pull back and look into the little bit of blue visible in the dim light. I lean forward and gently press my lips to his. He relaxes as soon as our lips touch, his hands finding my face.
“Don’t lie to me. Don’t keep things from me. I deserve to know when it affects me.” I whisper against his parted mouth. He nods.
“I promise. I won’t keep things from you anymore.” He whispers back before wrapping his arms around my waist. I kiss him again, letting my lips part, inviting his tongue. He twists until I am laying under him on the bed. My fingers tangle in his hair as he situates himself between my hips.
He is still clothed, but he pushes himself against me. He groans against my lips as I lift my hips to meet his. His hand slides down across my stomach, slipping under my underwear. His fingers don’t hesitate before he shoves two inside me. I flinch, my legs twitching under him.
The delicious pleasure radiates through me as his fingers swirl around inside me, his thumb pressing firmly against the little bundle of nerves at the center of my core. Even if I am angry, confused, lost, this is always easy. Feeling this way, letting him touch me this way. I don’t have to think about it, I just have to relax into it.
His fingers slip out of me as he pulls my underwear down. I lift my hips, helping him slide them over my backside. His lips tear from mine, trailing down my chest before softly biting onto one of my nipples through the thin silk. I yelp, my back arching. My fingers stay tangled in his hair as he moves farther down. His lips brushing the inside of my thigh before moving to the other side. He slides off the bed, taking my underwear with him. He kneels down and his tongue continues what his fingers started. I moan, my fingers gripping into his hair, tighter as I move my hips in tune with his tongue.
The pressure builds and builds, burning through every vein in my body. My legs begin to shake, and my breath quickens. His fingers slam into me while he sucks and licks my clit. I shake harder as I feel the pressure rising. He groans against my skin, a third finger slipping in. I scream out as I find release, shuddering against his lips.
He stands, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck on them while he maintains eye contact with me. He quickly rips his shirt off and steps out of his pants. The evidence of his arousal is clear as he climbs over me, settling between my legs. I put my hand on his chest to stop him and he freezes, his brows pinching together in confusion.
I push on his chest until he is sitting up. I sit up on my knees and gently guide him down onto his back. My heart is still racing as I pull my nightdress over my head, my long hair falling in waves against my bare back. I don’t know what I am doing, but I fake as much confidence as I can. I climb over him, straddling his thighs. His eyes don’t leave mine as I lift my hips and gently lower myself onto him. His head falls back, his lips parting. My breath catches as I slide all the way down, reeling at the fullness of him. It’s deeper this way, and I moan as I settle myself on top of him.
I move slowly and he groans. I pick up the pace slightly and his fingers dig into my hips. My hands rest against his chest as I ride him, letting my body move of its own accord. He sits up quickly, one of his arms snaking around my waist, the other holding himself up on the mattress. I press my lips to his and move faster. I can feel myself rubbing against his skin, friction causing the pressure to return.
His breathing quickens as does mine as we move as one. His eyes don’t leave mine as we both shake. His fingers tighten on my back, his pulse racing. A ragged sound escapes his lips, his breath fanning across my face.
“Don’t stop.” He whispers as I move against him. A small whimper comes out of me as I feel my release coming.
I watch his face, his perfectly sculpted eyes and mouth, both open lazily with satisfaction. This man, this crazy unnerving man whom I can’t help but love.
He’s confusing. He’s terrifying. But he can be gentle, and sweet and make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. But he can also ruin me. He can break me and mold me into whomever he wants, and I would let him. I would let him change me, make me into the wife of his dreams, because I love him.
He grits his teeth as I explode around him, lights sparking behind my eyelids. I yell out as he finds his release at the same time. Our breath mixes as he falls back, taking me with him. I lay my head on his sweaty chest, his arms wrapped around me. We don’t move for a few seconds, but when I can tell he thinks enough time has passed for conception, he rolls over on top of me. He slowly slides out and a breathy moan comes out at the feeling. He kisses the tip of my nose before sliding off the bed.
He disappears for a second before returning with a cold, wet cloth and wiping between my legs. I roll onto my side and force myself into a sitting position. He’s still wiping himself down when it just comes out.
“Did you kill Erik?” I clamp my lips shut as he looks up at me. I have no idea why that question just escaped my lips, but I can’t take it back now.
“What?” He asks, bewildered.
“Did you kill Ser Danieas?” He drops the cloth onto the floor and bites his lower lip. He sighs before walking over and leaning over me. His nose stops about an inch in front of mine.
“Why would you think I killed your guard?” He asks. I expect an attitude, but he’s quiet, questioning.
“He’s been gone for two weeks, and I haven’t heard anything about his return. I would have heard something if he was forced to stay in Chatis.” I mutter, rolling my lips.
“I did not kill Erik, but,” He pauses and rests his forehead against mine. I don’t move. “He is dead.” I gasp and lean back, my eyes wide. He’s dead. Erik is dead. Aftereverything.
“Tobias.” My voice cracks as I try to push past him to get to the floor. He puts his arm out, holding me to the bed.
