Page 71 of A Baron of Bonds
He slammed the door shut with his foot, and I kissed him again, the pleasure snapping me back to the moments I needed to bathe myself in.
We fell to the floor, the one bed forgotten and ignored, both of us preferring whatever surface was closest over cool sheets and soft bedding.
He gripped both of my hands in his, clasping my wrists together above my head, taking control of our bond, his hips digging into mine as we rocked on the floor to our borrowed room.
I turned away from his mouth, the moment too great. The burning in my soul of hatred and anger found another outlet that I let fill me completely. I watched as my magic escaped, lifting from my skin as he pulled at my dress, the copper fabric ripping at my sleeves, freeing my chest and giving me the room I needed to breathe.
We still said nothing as my magic found its way to his face in a caress, touching him as he wouldn’t allow my hands to do.His eyes turned bright watching me on the cusp of something beautiful and great, a power in itself that we created together. Something I’d share with him again and again and again, never knowing when to stop, never caring either.
I found my climax almost screaming in a carnal bellow—my slip into a release just as great as all the others we’d shared here in this room. He followed it close behind, the waves of pleasure from my peak continuing to ride swiftly through me as he pounded hard to find his own.
We gasped together, the room suddenly cold and dark, our passion releasing us and giving way to moments in time moving forward again.
He let go of my wrists, and I found his neck as he fell on his back beside me. I wove my hands through his hair, kissing him again, words too much of an effort to say while our bodies heaved together.
We held each other in those few minutes that passed, our line pulled taught once again.
“You know,” he breathed, “I’m becoming quite fond of floors.”
I laughed into his chest as he continued.
“No, really. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many up close and appreciated their artistry and use. The tiles of the throne room are magnificent, the mosaic in our washroom is a beautiful display of art. Even here,”—he knocked his knuckles against the hardwood underneath us—“this wood is beautiful. See the grains of red that wind through these chestnut pieces?”
I rose slightly and turned my head to look, tracing my finger on the pattern of knotted wood. I nodded, “Yes, and the ceilings.”
“Ceilings?”
“The ceilings of these places are impressive.” I pointed upward. “This one is so intricately designed to support theweight of the roof above. Each of these wood beams has a purpose. And the throne room? Have you noticed the dome above that curves so gracefully to allow the light to stream through? Though I didn’t see much of it while I was there.”
His laugh rumbled into my hair, and I chuckled into his neck.
I inhaled heavily and murmured, “We forgot the tea.”
“I know.”
“It probably wore off.”
“I know.” He sighed and brushed my cheek. “We won’t do it again until we’re ready.”
“Yes, no more.” I paused, thinking of a solution. “You know what we need, my love? We need a flask. You keep one in your breast pocket full of styris tea—that way we can’t ever find ourselves needing it again.”
“Ah, brilliant, Karus.” He kissed my forehead. “Beautiful, brilliant Karus.”
I fell into his chest, slipping my bare leg over his hip possessively.
“What are we going to do, Rev? How do we let these people know what really happened with Heimlen?”
He sighed heavily. “The truth is, Karus, I don’t know when the right time will be to inform them. The Queen knows and there must be a reason she has not put a stop to this. There must be a reason she lets her people admire the man who killed their loved ones.” He stroked my hair, pausing. “I would have defended you, you know. I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you…if you had destroyed it.”
“I know.” I rose my head to tuck his hair back from his face. “But I chose us. We’ll find a way to reveal the truth together. You and me.” I took his hand and kissed his fingers. “You breathe, I breathe, Rev. You live, I live.”
Chapter 37
Rev
Her dress had seen betterdays.
She bit her lower lip as I mended it, the second dress I had ripped open since our reunion.
