Page 210 of Rain of Shadows and Endings

“Shh, Tessa. Unless you are going to tell me to stop, not a word.” She swallowed, and he felt it beneath his fingertip. The motion had his hand back around her throat. “Do that again.”

“What?”

“Do that again. Swallow.”

“Why?”

He leaned into her, feeling the gasp as his bare chest pressed to hers. “Because I want to imagine what it’s going to feel like when my cock is in your mouth, little storm.” Whether or not on purpose, he felt her swallow, and he groaned, pulling back. She was squirming against the wall, tugging at the shadows keeping her arms suspended, and a knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Releasing her throat, he let his fingertips drag down her chest between the valley of her breasts. Let his thumb scrape along the underside of smooth flesh. Her thighs were clenching, and he kicked her feet apart, not allowing her any relief as he slid his fingertips to her other breast, circling around the peaked nipple.

She whimpered when his touch left her breast, moving back to her torso and continuing their path down her stomach, the curve of her hip, around her thigh where he began brushing them back and forth lightly along her soft skin.

“Tell me again about my lack of control, Tessa,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on his fingers as they slid up her inner thigh. Watched as she bucked her hips forward, chasing his touch when he dragged them back down.

“This isn’t control,” she rasped. “It’s nothing but another way to make me miserable.”

“You don’t appear too miserable right now,” he replied, letting his little finger skate along her center just enough to make her whimper again. He leaned in, his lips feathering along her cheek when he whispered, “You’re soaked, little storm.”

“It’s the bond,” she gritted out. “Nothing else.”

His fingers stilled, his teeth nipping at her jaw when he said, “Then there is no reason to continue this, is there?”

“W-what?” she stammered.

It took everything in him, but he took a step back from her. His gaze slid from her bound wrists to her heaving chest to her writhing hips as his darkness kept her feet where he wanted them.

“Nothing else happens until you admit this is more than a fucking bond.”

“It’s not.”

Another sharp inhale when he shot forward, an arm braced above her head and his finger drawing light circles on her stomach. “So godsdamn stubborn,” he mused.

“What happened to not lying to you? I’ll be lying if I tell you this is something more than a physical need,” she retorted. This time when her hips thrust forward, he pressed his own to hers. The resulting moan from her lips mixed with his own groan as his cock pressed against her.

“Then lie to me, Tessa. Lie to me, and tell me it’s more,” he rasped.

“You’re asking me to lie to you now?”

“Yes,” he said, the word desperate and heady as he ground against her again.

“It’s more than a bond,” she gasped.

“Tell me you’re going to let me touch you.”

“As if you’d let me stop you,” she bit back, still fighting him, and why did that only make him harder?

“Maybe you’re right, Tessa,” he murmured, his lips working their way to her neck, his tongue tasting her as he moved. “Maybe I don’t have any control, but in this? This is the one place I won’t cross a line if you tell me to stop. So tell me. Tell me to stop if it’s nothing more than the bond.” But nothing but the sound of her ragged breaths reached him. “I’m waiting, little storm.”

After what felt like an entire minute, she whispered, “Please don’t, Theon. Please don’t stop.”

His lips at her throat went from a light caress to sucking kisses, and he released her wrists, needing to feel her hands on him. She didn’t disappoint. Her nails dragged along his back before she was shoving at the pants still clinging to his hips.

“Don’t do this if you’re going to ask me to stop,” he snarled, helping her remove the rest of his clothing.

“I already sacrificed my dignity and said please, Theon. May as well make it worth it,” she sneered, her head tipping back when his lips returned to her throat.

“Will it always be like this, little storm? A constant battle with you?” he asked, pushing her undergarments down her legs.

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