Page 72 of Beyond Those Gilded Walls

Tallon fell back into the pillows, running his hands up from my thighs to rest at the curve of my waist as he stared up at me. “What do you want from me, my wolf?”

His voice was hoarse and the knowledge that I had done that, our kisses had done that, sent a thrill down my spine. I rocked in his lap, gasping when the seam of his pants, stretched across his hardness, caught just so between my legs. He grinned and his hands were back at my hips again, tugging me forward and backward on him.

My head fell back as I fought through the haze. “What will you give me?”

Quick as a snake, Tallon sat up, twisting us so I lay beneath him now. The muscles in his arm bunched as he kept himself aloft, and I didn’t stop myself from reaching out to touch him, to trace over the warm skin and follow the thick lines of black that covered his body. He wedged one of his thighs between mine, pressing forward as he lowered his mouth to my ear. Slight as they were, the kisses he peppered along my ear and down my jaw and neck were far from gentle. He nipped at my collarbone where my own marks spilled over onto the skin there. Pulling back, his eyes were no less heated, but held a tenderness that made me want to hide. I felt far more naked under that gaze than I had before.

“Everything,” he murmured. I was powerless to look away, no matter how his stare made me want to squirm. He kissed down my chest, stopping to lave at the bud at the peak of my breast. “Everything you want, everything I have, is yours.”

“Quite an offer,” I gasped out as he continued leaving fiery kisses down my stomach, sliding down my body as he went. His hands roamed my waist, dipping down over my hip and thigh. My legs fell open in silent invitation as his fingers grazed closer inside my thigh. “What do you want in return?”

“Your honesty,” he said, sliding down even further to settle his broad shoulders between my thighs, pressing them apart even further and gifting an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my thigh that made my heart jump in my chest.

“I’ve always been honest with you.” My hands went to rest in his hair, gripping the silky strands as his mouth grew closer to my center. I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my chest, my head spinning.

“Good,” he replied. “Then tell me how you like this.”

His head disappeared between my thighs and the wet, slippery feel of himlicking meerased all other thoughts from my mind. There was no reprieve from the wave of sensation that crashed down around me, pulling me teetering to the edge of a cliff of pleasure. A groan vibrated through me from Tallon’s mouth straight through my center and up my spine, leaving me panting and clutching at his hair. He pulled back long enough to press another series of wet kisses to my thigh.

Looking up at me, his hands curled around my thighs, his eyes bright with his own arousal and his lips shiny from my desire…he was breathtaking. His lips curled up into a smirk. “Do you know what you taste like?”

Words escaped me as I fought to keep from plunging into the endless well of pleasure he threatened to drown me in. I managed to shake my head, running my fingers through his hair and tugging slightly to pull his face back towards that aching spot between my legs.

He followed my guidance, ducking his head to lick another stripe across my heated skin. “You taste like mine.”

Lips pressed firmly to my body, and he sucked, sending me writhing on the bed and unable to reply. A finger pressed inside me, slowly, deliciously. Another joined, and they curled inside me, stroking that spot that sent echoes of lightning up my spine. I squeezed my eyes closed against the onslaught.

And then everything stopped.

My eyes flew open, panic the first thing bubbling in my chest as I searched out Tallon, afraid that something had happened. But he was still there, his wound still oozing blood slightly on the bedding, and the smirk still firmly on his face from his place between my thighs. “Eyes on me, my wolf. Watch how I take you apart.”

He continued, his lips sucking at the pleasure point between my thighs as his fingers curled inside me just as they had before. And also just as before, he brought me to the brink, poised to tumble off the cliff into a sea of pleasure created solely by him. I watched every move, relished every groan he made against my skin. Bit by bit, he drove me to madness, and then he slowed, his fingers stopping but never leaving, even as his mouth did. A quick kiss rasped against my inner thigh and he pulled back entirely.

He sat back on his heels, looming over me as silver churned in his eyes and his marks pulled away from the skin of his hands, reaching for me. He did not wipe my glistening arousal from his face as he looked down at me. The warm tingling sensation did nothing to temper my arousal as they roamed up my stomach, pausing at my breasts long enough to leave my chest heaving before pressing firmly against my collarbone. Tallon’s own fingers returned to seeking out every inch inside me, relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure.

Gasping, I reached for him, wanting to touch him as well, to feel him beneath my hands and explore his body as he explored mine. He came willingly enough, our lips crashing together as I chased the taste of myself on his tongue. I wanted every inch of him pressed against every inch of me to seal us away from the horrors waiting for us outside that bedroom door and escape for just a moment. To feel for just a moment. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of his pants, tugging at them. “Take these off,” I whispered, the words pushing against the pressure of his magic around my throat.

“As you wish.” His smooth departure from my body left me feeling empty, aching, but more of his magic peeled away from his skin and took his place. It never entered me, but it caressed my body, mirroring his touch just enough to leave me writhing as I watched him remove the last of his clothing. He returned to the bed, his magic not sinking back into his skin, but hovering around us.

Wrapping my hands around the back his neck, I pulled him down to kiss me again. I wasn’t sure what I would do next—too many options were flitting through my mind—but now, emboldened by desire, I would take what I wanted. He pressed himself back between my legs, settling his weight atop me and his erection catching the wetness pooling between my thighs. We both gasped and he pushed forward again, my own hips rising to meet his.

“Once I have you, Odyssa,” he said, pulling back from our kiss just enough to speak, “I will never let you go. Eadric and his castle be damned, you are mine now.”

“Then take me, Tallon.” My desire was making my head swim, and in that moment, I had truly never wanted something as much as I wanted him. Heat flushed my face, and his touch ignited my blood. I wanted more. I wouldn’t be satisfied until every inch of me was claimed by him, and every inch of him was mine in return. I would accept nothing less.

He’d let me in, taken off his mask and shown me who he truly was. And I’d let him see my true self in return, whether I’d intended to or not. Tallon was under my skin, in my blood, and I had a feeling not even the plague could rid me of him. I reached up to cup his cheek, letting him see all the things I could not put into words.

“You are perfect,” he breathed. His lips met mine again, and his length slid against my core once, twice, three times. “I will try to be gentle. If I lose myself…” He looked down where the wound was still healing on his side, smirking yet again. “I’m sure you will think of something.”

“You said before that I could not be broken,” I said, pushing back against him and delighting in the way the grin fell from his face. We both moaned as the tip of his length slid inside me, stretching me just slightly. I wanted more, and he did too. My neck arched against his hand and I relished in the way his fingers tightened. “Do not take back your words now.”

His smile was filthy as he surged forward, entering me with one long, smooth thrust that had us both groaning as we were finally, finally connected. Ragged breaths came from both of us, and Tallon squeezed his eyes shut. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Slowly, he rocked into me, stealing my breath entirely at the delicious twinge that meant he was mine now. My body bowed off the bed, seeking every inch of his. I barely managed to keep my hands from grabbing his waist, exactly where his injury was. At the last second, my mind cleared enough to direct one to his hip and the other to his shoulder as I clung to him. Each movement spurred something inside of me, building and building. Tallon watched, his mouth open and panting as his eyes darted between my face, my breasts, and where he plunged into me. Sweat beaded on both of us, his palm sliding against the skin of my throat.

It was everything.

“You feel so damned good, Odyssa,” he breathed. His next thrust was more forceful and I couldn’t stop my gasp, even louder than before. He’d been watching himself enter me, but at the sound of my pleasure, his eyes went to mine, that confident smirk falling upon his lips. “Did you like that, my wolf?”

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