Page 23 of Fractured
The words slipped out of me in one second. Rune clamped his mouth shut right away. Looked at me like he was in shock, too, like he was seeing me for the first time.
It hurt. My fucking heart hurt right now as I took his face in my hands. “If you’d taken me back, we wouldn’t be here right now. Do you really wish we weren’t?”
He didn’t hesitate for a second. “Never,”he breathed and crashed his lips to mine.
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My arms were wrapped tightlyaround his neck and I didn’t plan to let go. I didn’t care where we were or where we’d come from, Rune’s lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth and the world could wait for a moment.
A very long, very hot moment.
The bird made of light had found the edge of a rock at our side to sit on and rest, and he was far away, but we didn’t really need much light. We had our bodies, our hands and our mouths, and we already knew each other’s body in detail by memory.
I was already moving on his lap, climbing higher, pressing my chest to his as he devoured my mouth with his tongue like he was starved. Rune closed his hands around my hips and pulled me all the way until I felt his hard erection rubbing between my legs. A moan came out of me and he swallowed it in his mouth, growling in return, moving me faster and without stop, until my panties were soaking wet.
Then his hands slid under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he kissed down my neck furiously.My gasp echoed faintly against the rocks, as if I was still surprised at the way he felt when he touched me. When he grabbed me and kissed me and bit my skin with such passion it was almost violent.
“Rune,” I breathed, his name a prayer on my lips, because now all I could do was sit there on his lap and let him have his way with me, push and pull me, lick and bite to his heart’s desire.
“Fuck,” he growled as he bit that soft spot between my neck and shoulder, surely leaving a bruise. “Every time I try to keep my control, you wreck right through it.” Another bite on my shoulder that made me cry out, and the pain was so perfect that I held his head down for as long as he let me. “You’re my undoing, wilding.”
I liked that. Ilovedto be his undoing because he was mine.
Grabbing his face in my hands, I pulled his head up and kissed him again, sucking on his lips as I moved against his hard cock, every inch of me submitting to him already, to the pleasure he made me feel, to the connection we shared when we were like this.
It was different this time, too—the night sky was over us, and the waves of the dark sea crashed against the edge of the mountain below us, and we were sitting on the side of it as if to hide from everyone in the world except the moon and the stars.
My hands shook as I undid the buttons of his shirt, desperate to touch him.
“Get up,” Rune ordered, and a moan ripped right out of me at the sound of his thick voice. He sounded exactly like the shadows he commanded.
“Rune, no,” I said because the thought that he would stop me made me panic.
He grinned mischievously, and his whole face lightened up. Fuck, I wanted to lick and bite every little inch of him so badly it hurt.
“Oh, we’re not going anywhere yet,” he said. “Not until you scream my name for the stars and the sea to hear. Get on your knees, Wildling.”
Fuck,that was exactly what I needed to hear and didn’t even know it.“Yes, daddy,” I said with a grin of my own, just to hear the way he growled. Like a beast coming to devour his prey. His very willing prey.
The sound of him filled my head. He whispered under his breath about all the things he wanted to do to me, how he was sure that an eternity wasn’t going to be enough for him. With his hands on my waist, he pulled me up to my knees, his warm lips everywhere on my skin. He gripped my dress like he wanted to rip it off just like he’d done with my nightgown, but he thought better of it at the last second. He just pulled it up and off me in one motion, and then I was only in my underwear kneeling in front of him, his legs between mine.
Rune kissed me like he was in a hurry, like he only had a little time to taste every inch of me. His lips were on my chest as his hands squeezed my breasts over my bra, and he kissed over my heart a million times.
I felt each one of those kisses to my very bones, and my heart beat stronger because of them. Just hours ago, I’d been so sure that he’d stabbed me, and I knew he was thinking about the same thing while he kissed me. Like he was apologizing. Like he was trying to make up for that illusion that had saved my life.
Words escaped me, though. I was too deep into this feeling, this connection, that I wouldn’t know how to speak. My head fell back as he took my bra off together withthat small vial I’d hidden there and placed them both gently to the side. He didn’t bother taking my panties off as he touched me, gripped my breasts and bit my nipples, rubbed his fingers between my legs right over the soaking wet fabric.
My eyes remained open, and I could see the dark sky clearly, the small moon, almost full, the stars winking at me from where they sat and watched. I felt light as air, yet grounded, whole as Rune touched me, took everything he needed and gave me so much more in return.
He continued to whisper praise under his breath as he kissed up my neck and to my chin, my head still tilted up to the sky as I held onto his hair with my fists.
“Keep your eyes up, Wildcat,” he told me and then moved me, pulled me up and spun me around. I did as he said, kept my head up and my eyes on the sky, but I felt everything he was doing, too. I heard it when he took his shirt off, then pulled his pants down, sat on the ground behind me, and grabbed me again.
His fingers around my waist about broke my ribcage. His legs were between my knees, and as he pulled me back, he said, “Bend over for me just a little.”
Electricity shot up and down my skin like lightning. I arched my back and bent over while he guided me with his hands on my hips until I felt the tip of his hard cock press against my center, over the fabric of my panties.
My mouth opened but no sound came out. My eyes closed for a moment and I held onto his wrists, bent over, waiting…
