Page 32 of Between Fear and Favor

She moaned my name before sliding my pants from my hips. Freeing my length, she leaned back as it bobbed above her. With her hands supporting her body, she looked at me through lowered lashes, biting her lip as I thrust a second finger into her along with the first. Slow and steady, I massaged her inner walls, using my thumb to gently rub her clit.

Hot and heavy, my erection only got in the way as I tried to bring her to the brink. Her breathing grew harsher as her legs began to shake, and I knew she was nearly there. But suddenly, she reached for me, wrapping one hand around my neck and hauling me closer as the other wrapped around my shaft.

“I want you inside me,” she said, taking my cock and gently smacking it against her soft mound.

I groaned as her fingers squeezed around me, teasing me with each motion. The bond rumbled in anticipation, and I almost gave in to its demands.

Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her chest, to her neck, to just below her ear, I couldn’t help the sounds I made as she pulled on my length. Flicking her wrist enough to twist on the head of my cock, just the way I liked, she moved with purpose.

“We can’t,” I grunted, pressing into her grip with fervor. Spreading my fingers, I stretched her wide, letting her imagine my cock instead.

“I know.” She grabbed my chin, pulling my mouth to hers. She bit and nipped and sucked at my lips, not stopping to breathe.

The bond flared brightly at the edge of my vision as we hurtled toward orgasm, and I wasn’t convinced we’d last much longer.

Em let go of my cock, sliding her hand toward mine where I moved inside her. She moaned, fingertips dancing over my hand, feeling the motion as I thrust into her. Em touched my thumb, applying a bit more pressure where I rubbed her clit, and for a moment I was ashamed that I wasn’t doing what she needed, but I dismissed it quickly. She trusted me enough to show me exactly what she wanted.

With my increased force, Em’s motions grew more shaky as she writhed on my hand. She traced her opening, gathering that wetness on her fingertips before grabbing my cock once more. Coating me with her pleasure, her motions became smoother. I panted with each thrust of her fist around me, the sensation unreal.

“Close enough?” she asked, laughing as she pressed a kiss to my lips.

“I suppose it will have to do,” I teased, nipping at her mouth. “In fact, I don’t know how much longer?—”

“I want you to spill yourself on me,” she said. “Right here.” Pulling my free hand toward her body, she indicated the spot where she’d slapped my cock against her.

“Fuck. Is that what you want, Em? You want me dripping off you?”

“Please,” she begged, voice breaking off into a whine as she continued fisting my cock. My thumb rubbed rough circles over her clit, and her voice gave her away.

The pitch of her sounds went higher, climbing along with her pleasure. My own body tightened, and I kissed her deeply. I’d do as she’d asked, leaving the evidence of what we’d done to soak into that tender flesh.

“I love you,” she whispered, and despite our connection being less than what the bond usually demanded, it purred in satisfaction as she tipped over the edge. Crying out, her muscles fluttered around me as she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my lips.

I followed after, groaning in ecstasy, hot rippling waves of pleasure rolling through my body and making a mess of her.

“I love you too,” I whispered, repeating myself as I continued to thrust into her hand, drawing it out as her own body quaked beneath my touch.

We stayed embraced in that way, my cock growing soft where it rested upon her, her legs spread around my hips. She leaned toward me, pressing her forehead against mine.

“I think the bond is pleased,” she said, tracing her fingertips over my hip. “I feel more...stable.”

“Good,” I answered, stepping back and pulling up my trousers. “Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed, dear heart.”

At this, her smile turned dark. “I think I’ll need your help with the washing. Perhaps you’ll fill the basin for us?”

“Only if you let me rub the tension from your muscles when we’re done,” I countered.

“That seems more than fair, my love.”

Chapter 17

LAVENIA

Bride?

I jumped to my feet. Whatever strange magick the Seaborn Queen had used to keep me tethered to the ground was put to the test by my haste.

“I am no one’s bride,” I said. My diaphanous gown swirled up and around me, and I shoved my hands down my sides to keep it from revealing my body.

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