Page 84 of Far From Sherwood Forest
He raises his head enough to arch a brow and give me a grin. “Is that so, little thief? You want me to hurt you, bite you, mark you, while I make you come undone for me?”
I groan as I thrust in his hand, my cock rutting against his. “Fuck yes.”
His strokes turn faster, harsher, until I’m panting desperately. When his teeth sink into the side of my neck, I let out a hoarse cry.
I never thought I would crave the pain he gives me, butthispain is different. This pain feels good. This pain is fucking euphoric. He could even hurt me a little more, and I’d probably thank him for it.
He bites down harder and sucks, and I know he’s leaving his mark on me.
He sucks more than just blood to the surface, his name leaving my lips on a low moan and cum pouring from my cock. It feels as though my whole fucking soul is being sucked from mybody from every spot he touches.
With his teeth still attached to my throat, Henry lets out a grunt as his body shudders and then stills. His release joins mine, hot ropes of it shooting out onto my stomach.
Our chests heave as we come down from our orgasms, slick with more sweat than water now. Henry lifts his head again, his dark gaze zeroed in on my neck.
“Fuck, I like the look of that.”
I can only imagine what John and the others are going to say about it, but fuck if I care. I don’t want to hide it.
When his eyes find mine, they soften. “Stay with me tonight?”
I’m pretty sure I’d give him anything, especially when the last thing I want to do right now is leave him.
So the answer is easy.
“Yes.”
A few weeks ago, taking Robin home with me just for the simple fact that I wanted to would have fucked with my head. But now?
I want him in my space.
I don’t want to be alone.
I want to be withhim.
And I have no problem admitting any of that. Maybe only to myself for now, but still…
Progress is progress.
When we get to my cabin, we go straight to the shower. About halfway through, we get a little distracted when I push him up against the shower door and shove my tongue down his throat, our slick, soapy bodies pressed together. I just couldn’t help myself after staring at the dark hickey I left on his neck.
But a couple minutes into kissing, Robin’s stomach growls, and we break apart laughing.
It feels strange to laugh, like the sensation is foreign to my body, but I’m starting to enjoy the sound ofhislaughter more and more.
After rinsing off, I leave him to finish up while I slip on a pair of clean underwear and go into the kitchen. I take some steaks out of the fridge that I had left in there to defrost and put a pan on the stove to heat.
The aroma of steak and asparagus fills the small cabin as I start cutting up potatoes.
“Well, this is sexy.”
I peer over my shoulder to see Robin hopping up onto the counter behind me, his gaze fixed firmly on my ass. He’s in a pair of my boxer briefs and one of my t-shirts that are both entirely too big on him, but, fuck, he looks good in my clothes.
Like he’smine.
“I’m talking about the fact that you’re cooking, of course,” he adds as his eyes snap up to mine, and he gives me a not-so-innocent smile.
Rolling my eyes, I turn back to the potatoes. “Yeah, well…I kind of had to learn when I was on my own.”
