Page 78 of The Devil In Blue
I’d taken off the mask and broken the one rule he’d given me.
But I was past the point of no return. “Thank you… for wearing it. The mask, I mean. It’s been so easy to talk to a face with no judgment. No emotion. Nothing to rival my own. It’s been easy to confide in him. In Petris. But… you can take it off now. I’m not afraid anymore. Not of you. Only… of the things I want you to do to me.”
He turned toward me, staring with his eyeless gaze. I knew I was right. I knew it. I had to be.
But I wanted confirmation so badly. I wanted to see his face. The face that had been behind the metal veil since the beginning.
Turning directly toward me, I could see his chest heaving with deep breaths.
“What is it you want me to do to you, little bird?” he said gruffly, cocking his head to one side.
I shook my head, unable to settle on anything in particular. I just wantedhim.
“Whatever you want,” I whispered.
He wasted no time in answering that plea. He started toward me, pulling his mask up as he walked. In an instant too fast to track, the black ponytail became long, silky blue hair and I saw Rune’s strikingly beautiful face focused on me. His metal mask fell to the ground with a loud clank and bounced toward the wall, discarded. I sucked in a breath just as Rune’s hand came up to rake through my hair and tug my head back. His lips were on mine in an instant, hot and demanding. I fisted the sides of his shirt to stay upright as I lifted onto my toes to meet him. The kiss was harsh. Demanding. Deprived. He parted my lips with his tongue and delved inside, devouring me like he’d been starving for days. Years.
No one had ever kissed me like that before. It was so full of desire. Need. Passion.
Rune drove me back into the library, kicking the door closed with his heel. I moaned into his mouth and as I did, his hands slid down my body, his fingers biting into my hips.
I just wanted to be closer.
I reached up and grasped his face between my hands, pulling him into me. It wasn’t enough. He continued to back me into the room until my back hit a wall. His hips rolled forward and I felt the evidence of his desire press into my stomach. I sighed into our kiss and with a low, sensual groan, he took my lip between his teeth and bit down lightly.
Somehow, I was amused by that. A bit of revenge for the bite I’d given him in his room.
But I needed more. So much more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and at the very same moment, his arms coiled around my waist and he hoisted me off the floor. My legs wound around his hips and I kissed him again, claiming his mouth with my tongue.
Pressed between Rune and the wall, I did not feel fear regret, or sorrow. I felt elation and anticipation. Iwantedhim. Mask or no mask, I hungered for his touch. And he did not hesitate to give it now. His hand slid around to my front where my skirts were gathered at my hips and he delved between us. When his fingers slid between my folds, I whimpered, so desperate to feel him that I was getting impatient. And he could tell. He groaned again and pulled me from the wall, making his way to the sofa where he laid me down on my back.
We’d already crossed the line. There was nowhere else to go but forward and he knew it as well as I did. He tugged at the laces of his leather pants and slid them down, his lips never leaving mine. When I felt the heat of his bare flesh between my legs, the anticipation burned like fire in my core. I kissed him one last time and then pushed him away. He hesitated, opening his eyes to look down at me, that same fire burning in his gaze.
We were both fully clothed and he had his cock poised at my entrance. I didn’t care. We both needed each other and we couldn’t fathom sparing another minute. But I wanted toknowit was him.
“I want to look at you,” I panted, my palms on his cheeks.
He nodded, taking deep breaths to calm the hunger enough to linger for a while in the moment. Then, he slowly rocked forward. I was slick with need. I couldn’t remember ever being that way for Lucien. But it did not distract from Rune’s size. He stretched me more than he ever had.
Thinking his name made me sick. I stared deep into Rune’s eyes to remind myself where I was and who I was with. The tooth and ring slid down my shoulder and was buried in my hair as he slid deeper. My back arched at the pinch of pain and I hissed, loving every aching second of it.
“I will be the last face you ever see,” he breathed, pulling out only to push in again, plunging deeper. “If you let me.”
I nodded, my hands moving to his arms as he braced himself against the sofa, rocking inside me again and again.
“Yes,” I sighed. “No more masks. No more lies. Not ever.”
“Not ever.”
I took another breath, biting my lip when I felt myself wanting to cry out. The brief twinge of his thickness forcing its way into me had disappeared and I was consumed by pleasure. A kind of pleasure I had convinced myself did not exist. I dug my nails into his arms, certain I was going to tear through the fabric of his shirt.
“Harder,” I muttered, barely aware of my voice. I craved the pain. The sweet pain that made me realize I had conquered it all. I’d survived every bit of it and could now choose how I felt. What I enjoyed. How I took it. I looked up into Rune’s blazing eyes and steeled myself. “Rune,” I said. “Fuck me. Hard. I want to feel this.Onlythis.” I pressed a hand to his cheek again and lifted my head to press my forehead to his. “I want you to feel it, too.”
There was a brief hesitation in his movements like he was processing what I was saying. I feared I would have to explain it to him or let the moment pass us by unanswered.
But then he understood.
His hand darted up to my throat and he held firm, his teeth clenching with a growl. He pushed my head down with his own and rocked into me with a brutal thrust that stole my breath away. Then another. Another. I gasped each time and then my gasps turned to moans. My core burned from the abuse as he picked up pace and I reveled in it. I was panting, my fingers tugging at the fabric of his shirt until I could feel his bare chest against my fingers. I curled them in, my nails piercing into his skin and with a hiss, his movements became more aggressive.
