Page 62 of Human Reclaimed
“Look at me,” he demanded.
My eyes flew open—I hadn’t realized I’d closed them—and met his darkened gaze. The sight of him between my thighs, lips glistening, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
“That’s it,” he praised when my thighs began to shake in earnest. His fingers pumped faster as his tongue flicked over my clit in quick, relentless circles. “Come for me, Talia.”
The command shattered me. Pleasure crashed through my body, drawing a cry from my throat that echoed off the tiled walls. Rune didn’t let up, drawing out my climax until I was gasping, oversensitive and trembling.
Just as the waves began to ebb, he sucked my clit between his lips again, and a second, sharper orgasm tore through me. My vision whited out as my back arched violently.
When I finally came back to myself, Rune was pressing soft kisses along my inner thighs, his hands soothing where they’d been demanding moments before.
“Still with me?” he murmured, his lips curving when I could only manage a weak nod.
I slid bonelessly into the water, my legs too shaky to hold me up. Rune caught me easily, pulling me against his chest. His heartbeat thundered against my cheek, rapid and strong.
“Think you can handle more?” His teeth grazed my earlobe.
I tilted my head to meet his gaze, my lips curving in a slow, promising smile. “Try me.”
His answering growl sent shivers through me as he lifted me from the bathtub, water cascading off my body. His arms were strong and steady, and I felt safe in a way I hadn’t in years.
He carried me to his bed, his eyes never leaving mine, and set me down gently on the edge. The sheets were cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice low and rough as his hands rested on my hips. His blue eyes were dark with desire, but something else was there too—something tender, almost vulnerable.
I tilted my head, a slow smile spreading on my face. “Take me from behind,” I said, my voice steady despite the way my heart was racing. “I want to feel you in control.”
His lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “On your hands and knees, Captain.” His tone was commanding, but I heard the softness in it, a reassurance that this was about us and about trust.
I obeyed, crawling onto the bed and positioning myself as he’d instructed. The cool sheets brushed against my skin, and I felt exposed, vulnerable in the best way. Behind me, I heard the sound of him moving, and then his hands were on my hips, his touch firm but gentle.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder. He was still recovering from the virus, and I didn’t want to push him too far.
He met my gaze, his expression serious. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice steady. “Tonight is about you. About us.” His hand brushed my lower back, and I felt a warmth spread through me. “I want to give you everything.”
I nodded, turning my face back into the pillow as I felt him position himself behind me. He entered me slowly, his cock stretching me and filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and I let out a soft moan, my fingers gripping the sheets.
“Good?” he asked, his voice strained with restraint.
“So good,” I breathed, my hips pushing back against him. “Don’t hold back, Rune. I can handle it. I want all of you.”
He groaned, a deep, primal sound, and then he was thrusting into me, his pace steady but intense. Each movement was deliberate and calculated, and I could feel the power in him, the way he held himself back just enough to keep from overwhelming me. But I didn’t want restraint. I wanted him to lose control, to take what he needed from me.
“Faster,” I begged, my voice breaking as pleasure coiled tightly in my core. “Harder.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent and more forceful. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with my gasps and his low growls. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he drove into me, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside me.
“Rune,” I moaned, my body trembling with the intensity of it. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he growled, his voice rough with need. One hand slid around to my front, his fingers finding my clit and teasing it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much, and I felt myself teetering on the edge, my body tightening around him.
“I’m close,” I gasped, my voice barely audible over the sound of our breathing.
“Let go,” he commanded, his voice firm but gentle.
And I did. Pleasure exploded through me, wave after wave of it, and I cried out, my body convulsing around him. He followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own release, his groan of satisfaction echoing in the room.
When it was over, he collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. My body was still trembling as I pressed my face into his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
