Page 38 of Blackwarden
He hovered above me, the muscles of his shoulders flexing beneath his skin as his eyes made the arduous journey over my body to my eyes. “Just you.”
“Then have me,” I gasped between erratic breaths. I wrapped my legs around him, driven nearly to the brink again by the hard length of him teasing against me. “Please,” I begged, fearing if he waited much longer I’d die of wanting.
Keres restrained my arms above my head, and I was lost within the dark pools of his eyes as he eased himself maddeningly slowly into me, inch by inch, stretching and leaving me with an exquisite ache that melted into absolute carnal bliss. I arched my body against him as he ran his teeth down my neck. An unrestrained moan escaped him as I rolled my hips, forcing him deeper.
I struggled to free my arms, but he held them in place.
“Patience, Ms. Greene,” he whispered as he nibbled my ear, his breath on my neck agony and heat and vicious torture.
I wanted to touch him, I wanted to run my hands down his flawless body, to feel his muscles flex beneath my fingertips, but he held me firmly restrained.
“Keres...”
“Yes, Rosalin?”
I wanted to protest, but every languorous movement of his body, every kiss, trapped my words fast in my throat. He released my wrists only to drag those elegant hands of his over the curves of my body, finding every sensitive place—the hollow of my hips, my breasts, the curve of my jaw.
“Keres,” I begged, losing myself in the shape of his name on my tongue, in the weight of him, the taste of his lips. His breathagainst my face was the only thing grounding me in reality as I traced over every inch of his back, his shoulders, down his sides to that delectable line of muscle at his waist. Fuck, he was perfect. Too perfect. Inhumanly perfect.
We found the rhythm of our bodies—even and slow—as we chased ecstasy together. A steady pace that seemed to build with every beat of my heart, every breath. He looped an arm behind one of my legs to take me deeper, his hungry eyes never leaving mine as he held himself above me.
“Fuck. Rosalin.” The words slipped from him in a growl as he squeezed his eyes shut and slowed to an agonizing pace. “This is so...” he moaned—a desperate sound—as he struggled for control. “You feel so good. So fucking good,” he managed between broken panting.
His voice was tight, resonating and heating my blood until it boiled over, melting into the cracks of my broken soul, forging me whole again. And still, I wanted more. More of him. More of this. I wanted to be spread out and laid bare. I wanted him to break me and remake me over and over again until I was nothing but his and only his. Made for him, forged for him, just...his.
“Keres,” I cried out, no longer able to control my voice.
He slowed again, plunging himself even deeper, and I plummeted over the edge. I felt all of him and everything at once. Every whisper of his breath across my skin, every inch of him, every touch of his exquisite fingers. My very existence ripped apart in waves. So slow, again and again, he lengthened my pleasure until I was breathless, and every scrap of my soul had been reshaped.
His own breaths changed to the most delicious whimpers as he followed me in ecstasy, every muscle in his body growing taut as his rhythm shattered. He collapsed beside me and for several minutes we faced each other in silence, slick with sweat, the heat of our bodies wicking into the air. I couldn’t look away. His cheeks flushed, his lips parted as his breathing returned to normal.
He was achingly beautiful and for this moment, he was mine.
He gathered me against him, holding so tight I almost couldn’t breathe, and yet I wanted him to squeeze me tighter. I knew tomorrow I’d go to the Unseelie Court. I might never see him again, and even if I did see him, I would likely never havethisagain.
I don’t know how long he held me, but I was content to stay in his arms. We might have dozed, it was hard to tell. Eventually, he rolled to his back, giving me a perfect view of his flawless body stretched out beside me. I drew the line of his navel to his throat and back, over and over again, mesmerized by the way his chest rose and fell.
How had I fallen so far from where I’d started? I’d been terrified of him, a Dark Fae with magic and shadows. I’d hated him for his secrecy. Now, I struggled to imagine myself not sitting across from him at every meal, his black eyes watching me with some strange mixture of curiosity and annoyance that I couldn’t get enough of.
He was quiet for a long while, staring up at the canopy over his bed, eyes wide with thought.
“What troubles you?” I finally asked. He glanced over at me, a timid smile turning up his lips.
He didn’t answer right away, and I wondered if maybe I’d managed to ask yet another question he wasn’t able to answer. But then, he took a deep breath, turning to curl around me, the warmth of his skin all consuming.
“I have too many wants that I can’t have.” He played with a lock of my hair that had fallen over my breast, drawing circles on my skin with his index finger. “I want you to stay here with me. I want to hold you like this every night. I want to keep you, Rosalin.”
I pulled myself up and took his face in my hands. “Then keep me.”
A sinister smile snaked across his lips before he kissed me, then trailed his tongue across my chin, down my neck, and to my breasts, his hands following. I gasped at the touch, my nervesstill stretched taut with wanting. I wondered if he could feel how desperately I longed for all of him again.
The weight, the heat of him as he moved inside me, was almost more than I could bear. I was already on the edge of ecstasy as he set a decadent pace.
“The way you squirm, Ms. Greene,” he whispered, restraining my wrists beneath his hands.
My only response was with ragged breaths, as I gave a halfhearted attempt to wriggle free.
Chapter 20 ~ Waking from a Dream
