Page 144 of Lifebound

I raised my head and kissed the side of his neck. “Mine, too,” I whispered against his skin and felt the goose bumps that erupted all over him instantly.

Rune growled. “It’s like you have some kind of power over me,” he said, and again, it felt like my stomach dropped all the way to my heels. I wondered if maybe now was the right time to tell him about the light in my hands and about the things that float on air in my room sometimes—which I was equally sure happened only in my imagination and also that it was a hundred percent real.

So hard to explain.

But before I could even think to start trying, Rune’s lips fell on mine gently, like snowflakes and feathers, cotton candy and marshmallows. He was sweet and he was salty, he was every taste on my tongue, slipping inside me, filling me with a kind of energy I never knew I could experience.

We kissed slowly for a while, until I couldn’t feel my body at all. Until I was numb all over because all of me belonged to that kiss.

Rune pulled me a little, and I dragged myself a little, and before I knew it, I was sitting on his lap. My arms were around his neck and his were around my waist, and it was perfect. The tunnel no longer existed. Our worlds no longer mattered. Just the two of us and where we connected.

We took our time to explore one another, to kiss gently and bite fiercely, to taste every inch of each other’s faces and necks, to run our hands over each other’s bodies until we were made of pure heat.

Then Rune said, “We should stop.” Whispered it right into my mouth before he kissed me again, showed me how much he really believed in those words. How much he hoped wewouldn’t.

“Probably,” I whispered back, sticking my hand down his neck and underneath his shirt to touch the smooth skin of his back, all those muscles underneath. Every curve of him.

“It’s almost over,” Rune said, pulling me to him tighter, biting my jaw, pushing my dress up as he touched my leg and gripped my thigh.

“Almost,” I breathed, and I moved back a little, just enough so I could put my legs on either side of his and straddle him.

Rune froze, eyes squeezed shut, breathing heavily. I put my arms around his neck again and pressed my chest to his.

“I thought you were moving away,” he confessed, which I guessed when he suddenly stopped moving like that.

“I’m not going anywhere.” And I kissed him.

We picked up the rhythm and we moved against each other. Being on his lap might be my favorite thing to do so far because of how much control I had and how free I was to move against him, set my pace. Because of how easy it was for him to reach every part of me as well.

The buttons of my dress were undone a minute in, my boobs in his hand. His other was under my dress, on my ass, on my hip, giving strength to my thrusts, moving me in a perfect rhythm. My pussy rubbed against his erection, and I was close to coming just like that without feeling him on my skin at all, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to be naked with him first.

So, while he gripped me by the hips and moved me on his cock, I undid the corset ties as well as I could and pulled the dress off me completely. Next went my bra, and then I was only wearing those boots and my panties that he had found in the pocket of that cloak and washed for me.

Rune slowed down his movements as he looked down at my body with his lips parted, analyzed me inch by inch.

When he met my eyes, the question in his was evident.

“One more time,” I whispered, and slowly stood up to take my panties off, but I left the boots. Too much of a hassle to untie those laces.

Rune moved, too, jumped to his feet instantly, gripped me by the waist to hold me in place. The birds flew closer to help him see better. I closed my eyes and let him analyze me as much as he wanted, knowing I was going to die of embarrassment when I thought about this part tomorrow, but right now I loved it. I loved his eyes on me. I loved the desire I ignited in them.

He touched me both gently and roughly at the same time, a soft touch before squeezing my boob, a soft trail of my collarbone before he reached behind to grip my ass. His hands were everywhere on me and he took his time until he’d memorized every shape and every curve he could.

He then moved around me and to my back, pushed my hair over my shoulder and touched my skin, trailed his fingertips down to the small of my back, to my ass. He took his own clothes off while he planted kisses on my shoulders from behind, then lowered on his knees. I tried to move, to turn toward him, but he grabbed me by the waist again and held me there. Proceeded to kiss me and lick me and bite my ass cheeks until I moaned out his name.

God, I was so turned on I was shaking.

And by the time Rune was done marking my skin with his teeth, he came in front of me, completely naked,madefor my eyes to feast on. Every part of him was perfect, every muscle and every hair on his skin exactly right. I watched him in awe as he reached for the bag and pulled out the cloak, spreading it on the ground.

“Come here,” he said, and I obeyed without needing to think. His lips were on mine, his hands on my body, but he didn’t let me lie down or sit—or even get to my knees. I was dying to taste him.

Before I could ask, he was behind me again, touching and biting me hard, but it never hurt. It all translated into pleasure.

“Bend over,” Rune ordered, his voice thick, hoarse. “Hands on the wall.”

Again, I obeyed, bent over and put my hands on the stone wall without question. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do to me exactly, until I felt his tongue on my pussy.

My eyes closed and my back arched all the way. Rune was on his knees behind me, and he licked me slowly, savoring every little taste. The way I screamed out his name could probably be heard on either side of this tunnel, but right now I didn’t care. All I wanted was for him to keep doing what he was doing, and never stop.

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