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If I hear that one more time, I might slaughter every soul in this camp.Maybe that’s all I’ll ever be to her. Good enough to hold, good enough to bite, good enough to appease some strange fucking bond.
Could I accept that?
It doesn’t take long for me to figure out the answer to that question.
Yes.
I’m desperate enough to take whatever scraps she throws my way. Rhianelle has given me more than I thought possible. I should be grateful.
What am I doing touching her like this? There’s also the possibility she’s pretending to be asleep because she’s afraid of me.
Shit.
I’ve never thought of that.
This game she plays was adorable in the beginning, but dread brews deep in my gut. I start to pull away from her when I suddenly feel a tug.
Chapter 17 Rhianelle
Svenn is taking his sweet time to hold me. I fake a roll, moving slowly into his arms. It doesn’t take long for him to wrap his arm around me. His scent and his presence envelope me and the world feels right once again.
“You are divine, Nel.”
I feel a gentle brush on my lips and my heart leaps. I love it when he murmurs sweet things to my ear when he thinks I’m asleep. I need his comfort right now, more than ever.
“Are you awake?” Svenn asks me.
He fists my hair, wrenching me from him. The movement surprises me a little until I feel his lips tracing a path on my skin. I ignore the question and snuggle back into his warmth. His fingers trail from my neck to the valley of my breasts, leaving shivers skating in their wake. I nearly gasp when he shoves his calloused hand underneath my nightgown, cupping my breast. He rolls his thumb over the peak and heat ignites between my thighs, coursing through my body and hardening my nipples. I do my best to suppress a rising whimper. But it’s impossible.
Gods save me, please.
It feels so good… I am perfectly happy and content until I feel him pulling away.
Wait… he’s leaving? But he just got here.
No, no, no. Please stay.
I don’t mean to reach out and grab him. But before I know it, my hands wrap around him as tightly and as hard as they can, trying to will him to hug me back.
Don’t go.
Svenn fulfils my wish, hugging me so tightly until I can barely breathe. He turns my body around, spooning me so he can hold me better.
This is sweet.
His ravaging hand makes a swift return to my breast, the other trailing up my inner thigh. My lips part with a tiny moan at the sudden invasion. I take it back. This is not sweet at all. It’s beyond terrifying. A brush of his thumb against my core has my body shaking and my breathing turns ragged. I’m even more scared because I can’t see a single thing he’s doing to me. He draws me closer to his body and buries his face in my neck.
“You feel so good, Nel,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling against my skin sending goosebumps everywhere. He kisses the shell of my ear, before taking the tip into his mouth. The first stroke of his tongue against the sensitive part startles a cry out of me.
Heavens above. Not the ear, please.
There are no stifling the soft gasps that escape my throat when his expert hands and tongue are teasing me relentlessly. I’m trapped in this sweet torment. A prison of my own making. I can feel his aching hardness pressed against my tailbone. I must be insane because I can’t help but grind myself against him.
Svenn grunts, his body straining.
I almost smile and I do it again. I’m having my fun when he suddenly stops moving.
“How long are you going to pretend to sleep, Nel?” His hoarse voice pierces the air.
