Page 110 of Between Wrath and Mercy

“Divinehell, Rain.”

“If this is hell, dear heart, I must be truly wicked because I’m never leaving.”

I smiled as he kissed back up my stomach before he stood, and I whined as the heat of him left me. I wasn’t done with him yet. He looked down at me and gave me a devastating grin when he pulled his undershorts off. His hard length was the dirtiest silhouette in the light of the fire. My breath shuddered, and I caught his eyes as his gaze traced over me.

“Tonic?” I asked him, breathless, hoping he was taking it because I knew I’d let him do this either way. Knew I wanted him inside me. Knew I wanted to feel everything he had to give me and more. He climbed atop me, and I cradled him between my thighs, his hard cock resting against my naked, wet skin.

“For the last fortnight.” I should have been surprised, maybe even annoyed at his presumption, that he’d been taking it since the moment I re-entered his life, but I wasn’t. I was grateful for it now, just for the fact he’d handled one of my worries, and I didn’t have to think about it at all. I just had to live in this moment. He knew at the beginning where this would end, and deep down I knew too, no matter how hard I fought it.

I locked eyes with him as I reached down between us, positioning his broad tip at my entrance. He used one hand to guide himself, rubbing through my wetness, making him slick for me, so it would feel good. So I wouldn’t hurt. He moved back and notched himself at my opening and froze. His gaze met mine, full of love and lust and fire and life, and I knew what he was waiting for.

“I’m yours, Rain. Every part of me.” He closed his eyes as he exhaled, leaning down to kiss me deeply, as he pushed his hips into me the slightest bit. I inhaled sharply against his lips, and he stilled, not moving. He was so thick, and I felt myself stretch around him, the sweet pain I’d been somehow craving and afraid of. Eyes closed, I focused on my breathing, hoping the faint smile on my lips told him everything he needed to know. He stayed hovering over me as he slid in a little bit more, filling and stretching me, little by little, so he wouldn’t hurt me. He took his time, allowing me to adjust, making sure I could take him. I was glad that I’d told him my history, so he knew to be gentle with me. He was my history. He was my present and future. He was every moment, every breath. I opened my eyes and peered up at him, the love and concern on his face so intense I couldn’t help it when I let out a choked sob. He froze.

“Have I hurt you?”

“No, no. I just—I feel like I’m finally . . . home.” I lifted my hand to cup his cheek as his face softened, flooding me with more emotion as I felt a tear slip down my cheek. He turned his face into my hand and kissed my palm before he whispered into it.

“I can’t believe you came back to me.” He eased in a bit more before pulling back out, only to repeat the process, going deeper each time, letting me rest and adjust between each thrust. I truly felt like I’d finally found my place. Ravemont hadn’t been home to me in years, and Brambleton never was. Everything just felt like a resting point until this moment. Everything that brought me here was temporary, but this, where we were, was forever. My home had never been a place. My home had always been Rain.

Finally, he pushed all the way in, his body flush against mine, and stayed there while I rubbed my hands down his back, letting myself feel the fullness, the tightness—the sensation on just this side of pain. Then he pulled almost all the way out, and I groaned before he slid back in firmly, the gentle thrusts from before giving way to this. Something more visceral, something primal. Something possessive and complete. And then he started truly fucking me, keeping a pace that set me panting as I pulled him closer, my fingernails slicing into his skin, marking him. I raked my nails down his back, a claiming of my own design as he slammed into me over and over, murmuring my name into my neck.

“Emma, Em—fuck, you feel—you’re perfect.” I reached down, grabbing his ass as he pushed into me, guiding his movements as I pulled him deeper inside me, and I matched him, lifting to meet every thrust. He pulled out almost all the way, one more time, before slamming back into me, hard. I threw my head back, moaning his name, wanting more. Wanting everything. We were fire and cinder and ash, a flame once lit that could light the world. A glimmer of ember on a breeze, a spark of passion ignited.

“The sounds you make, divine hell. Those sounds are mine.” He groaned as he slammed back into me again, and I nearly screamed. The smack of his body against mine, the pressure, the push as we slowly moved up the bed with each thrust. Gods, I wanted to stay here forever, with him buried inside me and his tongue on mine. I pushed up, grabbing his lip between my teeth, and pulled him down to me, kissing him like I was never going to get the chance to again.

He broke from my kiss and reached down, grabbing one of my legs, pushing it up and back, hooking it over his shoulder. I cried out as he kept pushing into me, hitting me deeper and harder than before, and I felt my release start to build, a tingle at the base of my spine spreading warmth throughout me. He leaned his body down, pushing my leg back with him, as he kissed me fiercely, and opened me up even further to his cock. The angle provided friction that sent me wild, grabbing onto my breasts and panting.

“Look at how pretty you are with me inside you.” He had pulled back from me so his eyes could move to where we were joined, attention rapt on where he slid in and out of me. He slowed his pace, rolling his hips as he thrust into me. Using one hand to grab the back of my neck, he pulled me up so I could watch where he moved, where our bodies met. So I could watch where his thick length disappeared inside me and slid back out, glistening in the light. It was hypnotic, feeling every movement as I watched.

“You feel so good, Rain.” I struggled to even speak, panting in between each word, drawing out his name.

He slammed into me hard as he reached down with one hand, rubbing tight circles on my clit, and I felt myself on the edge, ready to fall, and I gave in for a moment to his touch, the slick feeling of him sliding through me before I smacked his hand away and put a hand to his chest. He slowed, panting, and I felt him twitch inside me as he lowered my leg back down, unsure if I’d stopped him because it hurt. It hadn’t, but there was a reason I stopped him.

“I am yours, but I want to know if you are mine.” I undulated beneath him. Pushing up into him, rolling my hips as I moved on him, and he groaned, his eyes flickering closed before a small lazy smile spread across his face.

“Of course I am. In every way.”

“Then letmerideyou.”

I’d barely spoken the words when he flipped over, pulling out of me as he laid back on the bed, pulling me over him so I straddled his hips.

I reached between us and pulled his cock upward, and I rubbed him back and forth, the thick head of him sliding up and down the wet length of me. He watched and let out a soft groan while I teased him. I braced one hand on his stomach as my other guided him into me, and I slowly sank down on the length of him, our groans meshing together, a delicious song of fulfillment between us. I looked down on him under me, the broad expanse of golden-brown skin, scarred from a battle-hardened life, taut muscles that flexed as he tensed, the light smattering of hair on his chest, and the face of the man I’d dreamed about for so many years, soft with emotion as he gazed at me, though his eyes were filled with fire. I would never get sick of him. Somehow, with me on top like this, he felt even thicker than he did before. I sat there for a moment on top of him, gently circling my hips, until Rainier reached up, lifting me and slamming me down on top of him, thrusting up into me as he did it. Something between a moan and a scream escaped my lips as he set me free. I put my hands on his chest and rolled my hips forward and began to ride him, my breasts bouncing with the movement. He kept his hands on my waist as he met each thrust, and I felt his eyes on me as I tilted my head backward, moaning. His hands slid up to cup my breasts, teasing my nipples as he did it. Finally, I leaned down over him, kissing him fiercely, biting his lip, and exploring his mouth with my tongue. His hands were on my ass then, and I slid up his length until he was barely still inside me before I pivoted, slamming myself back down on him. I did it again, and he groaned as he thrusted up into me, meeting my movement.

“You’re mine, Rain.” I smiled on his mouth as he panted.

“I am. Until my last breath, I am yours.”

“And even then, we’ll find each other. I’ll always find you.” I breathed it against his lips before I unleashed myself, riding him with reckless abandon, a frenzy of motion, of lips on lips and skin against skin. I clenched around him, pulling him to the edge with me as I felt the warmth licking up my spine. I sat back up, using my hands to balance on his taut stomach as I moved, feeling filled and stretched. He moved one hand to my clit and started rubbing me with his thumb. My movements were a call to motion, a call for Rainier to meet every one, and he responded in kind. It felt so natural and right. There was nothing left between us. There was no protection for my heart, no stepping back across the line. There was no line, not anymore. There was only this, only him. There was only us. I groaned with each thrust, louder and louder, as I barreled toward oblivion.

“There it is, that’s it. Come on my cock, Em.” His voice was rough and desperate. He sat up, pulling my legs around him, as he pushed his forehead to mine.

Our lips met, and I kissed him deeply, spearing my tongue into his mouth like he was speared into me. I opened my eyes and his met mine. We didn’t say a word, just shared breath, shared the moment, shared our fire and our passion, our love and our strength, before I threw my head back and cried his name. He held me roughly, one hand around me and the other in my hair, while I crested the wave. The orgasm flowed through me, and I felt my body squeeze him, pulsing him to release. He called out my name and bucked wildly into me for a few strokes before I felt his hot warmth inside me. I heard the glass lamp next to the bed shudder, the ground below us rumbling along with Rain.

Panting, I collapsed into him, my head against his shoulder, as I felt him continue to spend inside me. He held me tightly in his arms as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“I love you doesn’t feel like enough.” He murmured against my hair, squeezing me tightly.

“It doesn’t,” I agreed. “But I love you too. Until we are just whispers on the wind.”

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