Page 126 of Wicked Tides
He drew back to look at me, slowing his rhythm as he took my throat again in his grip.
“What are you doing?” he said.
I placed my hand on his wrist but did not fight him. “My pleasure will be yours,” I breathed. “And yours will be mine.”
“What are you saying?”
“Words you need not fear. Please. Give us this.”
He narrowed his eyes, suspicious, but relented, continuing to rock into me with renewed force. And I continued to speak in hushed, strained tenors, words that opened a window through which we could both see the other.Feelthe other. Our pleasure and pain and desire married in that moment.
“Harder,” I breathed.
He seized both of my wrists, lifting them over my head as he thrust, the force of his body driving my back roughly against the ground. I could hardly breathe. My mouth was agape, but soundless. And then the wave came rushing forth until I felt myself descending over that sharp ledge into complete bliss. The knots unraveled inside me, letting all the pieces fall into place. I choked on my cries as I came and as if in unison, I felt Vidar’s muscles go taut and he too was riding our climax. My vision blurred and every bone and muscle and nerve in my body shivered with release.
Vidar continued to thrust into me, torturing us both as we came. Liquid heat spilled inside me, claiming my body. My soul. It seemed unending. There was nothing outside of us. I’d lost my breath in the chaos of it and when the perfect assault finally ebbed, I was a boneless, spent mass beneath the weight of Vidar’s body. He collapsedon top of me, his breathing labored. Our bodies were slick with blood and sweat and the air filled with our combined scents.
“Fuck,” Vidar breathed against my ear.
His cock was still inside me. Neither of us wanted to move and were content savoring the serenity that followed. Our hearts slammed against each other, flooding my ears with their frantic cadence. I turned my head toward Vidar’s ear where Collin’s pistol had torn the cartilage. I breathed against it, my lips whispering across his lobe.
Something was balancing on the tip of my tongue, wanting to be said, but I wondered again if it was true. If it was the right time. If it would ever be the right time. He was without his silentium and I could command so many things from him.
But all I wanted to command was that he be mine.
Because deep down I knew—I’d always known…
Vidar Woelfsonwasmine.
~ 42 ~
Dahlia
We are both whole and broken
When we find we love something we cannot have
~ Rich are the Broken
Morning was teasing the horizon when Vidar and I trekked back to the spring. Grazing on the plant life around the pool was the giant beast he rode in on. The horse. The animal was large with hooves that could crush a skull, but it was beautiful with a soft, gray coat that matched the season of storms. I paused as we approached, staring at it as Vidar grabbed the ropes that were draped over its thick neck.
“Come,” he urged, holding out his hand to me.
I cautiously approached, my heart beginning to race when the animal lifted its large head. It snorted, shaking out the coarse hair that grew down the ridge of its neck and I tensed.
“Have you never seen a horse before?” Vidar asked.
“From afar,” I said, watching the horse’s black eyes take me in.
He beckoned me forward again and hesitantly, I stepped toward the creature. Vidar reached out and took my hand, pulling me evencloser. The horse bobbed its head again with another snort, stomping one of its solid feet into the ground.
“Shh, girl,” Vidar hushed, his voice calm and soothing.
I pulled my hand from him, nervous. It wasn’t often that I shied from anything that could kill me, but I’d always wanted to see a horse up close. Ever since I was young. Watching my presence spook her made me wonder what she saw in me. A predator? A fiend?
Vidar stroked the horse’s long muzzle a few times, steadying its nervous movements until it stilled again. And then he looked at me, gesturing for me to approach.
“She’s afraid of me,” I muttered.
