Page 60 of Deadly Maiden

“Then we must keep watch for him. I want to head to Langordin next, get some of my things from my rooms, hide there while we decide our absolutely best course. It’s a city where you can hide anything, if you try.” He places the pages in my hand, holds my forearm. “Wyntre, above all else, I want you safe.”

Those words throw my emotions into chaos. A churning, messy, goopy happiness surges inside me. I choke up. Tears well as I fumble to reply. “And I, you. I love you too.”

Carefully, I set the box on the floor. From beneath the letters, the gheist gun peeks out, metal-shiny and deadly. It can wait.

Rorsyd places his hand on the side of my face, gentle, but with dark intent in his gaze.

My heart skips, delight flaring into desire. So soon. So quickly after he stirred me to tears with his declaration of love and caring. I’m swinging about like a weathercock in a storm.

Rorsydisthe storm.

“It’s funny how crazily fast this seems to be happening, if I stop to think,” he says. “But this, this is what being soulmates means. We are one.”

With the kiss that follows he takes me, soft at first. We breathe each other’s air while small sounds escape me. When he trails his lips from my chin to my ear, I angle my neck, chasing his touch. Skin rasps against skin. I turn to him, and he meets my mouth again. His kiss grows harder, crushing onto me. My heart thuds in my chest and throat, my head swims.

I am unsure where I begin and end, for he seems determined to fuse us together.

I’ve wrapped my arms beneath his, holding him, desperately, as if he might run.

His tongue delves in my mouth, as mine does in his, before he moves downward to bite my neck, making a path with his teeth to my shoulder. His unyielding grip on my hair drives me to more heated moaning.

After stripping off his shirt then mine, Rorsyd drags me until I’m lengthwise on the small couch. He half straddles me, one knee between my legs, one foot on the floor, and leans in to continue our kiss.

Then he pins my throat to the couch as he kisses downward, between my breasts, further, straying back to suck and lick at my nipple, where he’s bared me by rolling up my bandeau top. I writhe heatedly, blindly ruffling his hair, opening my legs wider when he reaches my belly button. Now he pulls my leggings off me, flings them somewhere. Mouth wide, I watch him explore my navel, licking, moisture cooling my skin, while his tongue circles. His hand toys with my pussy, my clit, then holds my leg.

Fascinated, and possibly on fire, I prop one foot on the floor.

Already I’m imagining that tongue elsewhere, knowing what he can do with it.

He reaches the join of my legs, and I tense, arching a little toward him, groaning as his mouth roves. I’ve a wet trail on my inner thighs and a pulsing ache in my pussy. My own wetness slicks my lower lips.

I clutch at his hair, his broad back, let my hands glide over his bare skin. Until he bites my leg. I shriek and claw at his shoulders, probably scratching him with my fingernails. He only laughs and takes more skin in his teeth before releasing it to kiss the bite. In awe, I watch, my neck craned forward. Then…he pushes a finger into me.

I hear the sounds of copious moisture slicking over his finger then unsticking as he fucks me with it, twice.

“I should show youmyclaw, here,” he drawls and shoves that finger higher. I gasp at the threat, this sexy weird threat that undoes my brain. I close my legs, trapping his hand in place.

He wouldn’t do that. Would he?

Then he shoves apart my legs and slowly licks up my slit, starts to finger me vigorously.

“Fuck!” I drop head backward onto the seat. I’m babbling small noises, trying to make him do what I need, trying to wrap one leg over his head. Somehow, I fall off the couch, caught by him but sliding off the leather, until my ass hits the floor.

He’s followed my lower body down, pauses in his ravishment of me, his finger stilled, not thrusting, just there, still inside. And I’m panting hard, trying not to snort-laugh, turned on but stupidly amused. I lean against the loveseat, naked, with my butt on the floor, with red marks running down my belly and leg from his bites.

“You’re laughing?” But he, too, is smiling.

He pulls on both my feet and drags me fully onto the floor. A little breathless, I’m giggling as he climbs up me on all fours to sit on my middle. Then he unbuttons and frees his cock from his pants. I stare at the thing, so huge it might be used to bludgeon unwary monsters to death. It’s a monster all by itself, and he’s stroking one hand up and down the shaft.

“The times I’ve stared at your ass when you rode ahead of me or slept before me and wanted to plough into you, asleep or not.” He grabs my nipple and crushes it until I yelp. “And that little squeaky sound you make when I bite you… My dick is so hard right now.”

“I know.” I smirk at him.

“Tsk. Bad girl. Should I make you get on your knees and suck my cock down, all the way to your tonsils?”

Where has this nasty Rorsyd been hiding? My pussy squeezes in as if asking for his monster cock. I’m probably dripping below.

“Yes?” I say this timidly, wanting it but wondering if he will,wantinghim to try.

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