Page 59 of The Dark Rises
A muscular arm wraps around my middle, and he holds me closer. Two fingers dip inside while his thumb presses firmly on the most sensitive part, swirling around and around. I arch into his hands, then retreat.
He stops, and I gasp. Flipping my body around to face him, he pushes against my shoulder. “Lie back. I’ve got you. That’s it.”
When I’m floating on my back, he places my legs over his shoulders and pulls me closer, his hands under me for support.
He bends his head and makes love to me with his mouth. Incredibly intense, I’m truly lost at sea, awash in sensations, with only him to anchor me. The water laps over my breasts, reinforcing the feeling, and when my release hits, it’s continuous, rolling over me in short bursts like the waves breaking on the shore.
He eases my legs off his shoulders and guides my body down to his. “Still with me?” His chuckle is low and sensuous, but I hear the underlying need in his voice.
I rise and wrap my arms around him while I let gravity pull me down until his body is at my entrance. “All the way. I’m yours.” I sink onto him slowly, watching his face the entire time.
Little flames appear in his amber eyes, and I move up and down until he’s fully inside me. His fingers grip my hips, and he lays his forehead against mine. “It’s better than I dreamed.” Biceps bulge as he pulls me down and thrusts up at the same time.
Steam rises around us, but the heat building between us is like an inferno. It rages and flares, making our cheeks red and our breaths short. Pleasure tightens my body, but I don’t want to let go yet.
His mouth firms, and I feel him swell inside me. He reaches down and swirls his thumb against me, bringing me with him as he falls. Strong arms wrap around my body, and he hugs me tightly.
“I don’t want to ever let you go.”
“You don’t have to,” I reassure him, content to stay in his arms. “Although Cormal and Madoc may come to find us if we don’t surface.”
He draws back and mockingly frowns. “I guess I have to share you with them, don’t I?” His eyes twinkle with mischief, and it makes me happy to see him so lighthearted.
I lick my lips. “How do you feel about foursomes?”
He hardens inside me.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I groan.
With a wave of my hand, a bar of soap appears. “It’s my turn to wash you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MERI
Madoc strides in and pecks me on the lips, then turns me toward Cormal. “Go to him. He needs you.” There’s a disturbing glint in his eye that tells me their visit with Oryn didn’t go well.
Worried, I swivel to the door and see conflicting joy and devastation in Cormal’s eyes. The second I get close, he jerks me in his arms and eases down to the floor. Silent tears roll down his face until he buries it in my shoulder. I wrap my arms and legs around him the best I can and hold him tightly.
“My sister’s alive,” he begins, his voice haggard with conflicting emotions. “She’s queen of the dark Fae and has been for the last nine hundred years. Almost the entire time she’s been gone. That’s why the trail went dark and cold.”
His tone changes to something bitter and unrecognizable. “That’s the good news. She’s trapped. Denir is controlling her with a torque, and he’s the only one who can remove it. In the meantime, he taps into her power as if it’s a well.”
Dropping his head back against the wall, he takes a deep breath. “Oryn says most of the time her eyes are blank, displaying little emotion. But he noticed that there are days when he sees a flicker of light in her eyes. A glimpse of anger or a spark of humor. It’s why he’s tried to check into her background without Denir finding out.”
He sighs. “He’s an ally and will do anything to help us get her away from Denir. I didn’t tell him our plans, but he’ll be ready, regardless.”
“Oh, Cormal. I’m sorry.” My voice breaks, and I pause to gather my thoughts. “She’s alive, right?” When he nods, I brush his silky dark hair from his face. “Which means you can save her, and lucky for her, you’re damn good at saving people.”
The torment in his expression eases.
“We have to kill Denir, anyway,” I reflect with a casualness I don’t feel. It hurts me to see him so broken when he’s done everything he can to find her. “But maybe we can find some way to torture him first. Crush him until he begs for mercy.”
The smallest smile appears.
“We all want a piece. Me, you, Madoc, Leandra, and your sister, of course,” I drawl. “But I say, whoever gets to him first wins. A competition. We both know how competitive you are, and Madoc… the man is a machine. Doesn’t know when to stop.”
A loud snort sounds from across the room.
