Page 93 of A Lady of Means
His face fell.“God, that’s….”he shook his head.“Devastating.”
“It’s a visual depiction of my heart at the moment.”
“I know I don’t understand women’s fashion; but your heart is tragically unchic, I’m sorry to say.”
She laughed again.She’d always laughed easily with him.It was everything else that was difficult.
“I missed you,” she said, the words just ushered themselves out like visitors who’d stayed too long.
“We’re always missing each other,” he said in a solemn voice.
“We don’t have to.”
“You still want me?”he said, looking into her eyes with intense focus, her answer critical to their survival.
A choking sob came out of her.She gave him back his words.“The hollowed out parts of me that can feel nothing can still feel you too.”
He kissed her.More accurately, his mouth crashed into hers like something had been unleashed in him.He lifted her so that she was up against the wall, and then it was quick work from there.Hands grasping, mouths licking and teeth nipping.Her leg slung over his, his legs pushed between hers.His mouth at the pulse point of her neck.
“Fuck this thing,” he said, removing her veil unceremoniously for good.And then he pushed up her skirts.
“Does that mean I’m next?”she questioned, and he chuckled against her exposed breasts before taking them in his mouth.His fingers found her entrance amidst all the black and white fabric, he swallowed her moans into his mouth to silence her as he undid her at last.
And then she stilled his hand.“I want you.I need…I need you.”her voice was strangled with need.
“Say it,” he said.“Tell me what you need.”
“I need your cock shoved deep inside of me so I know you’re real.”
He blinked a couple times like her response was more than he expected.“Whatever you want, use me.”
And it was her hand that unfastened his breeches, guided him to her entrance, both of them gasping at the fit of it as he made his way inside.And they were moving with urgency again, fast and needy and desperate.
“Take what you need,” he said, eyes locked onto hers.
He was notched inside, then pulling back, in, out, rhythmed like breaths that were coming faster and faster.The fabric covering of the bookcase she was perched on created friction against the bare skin of her back, but she didn’t care.She wanted to be close to him forever, to feel all of him and not feel everything that was waiting behind the curtain.
Her fingers dug into him for purchase, he moved one of her hands to his hair.Moria pulled at his dark strands, missing the long locks he’d had before; but his shorter hair was devastating with that scar.
He tilted his head back, ramming deeper into her.Moria let out a low moan.
“That’s it, I want to hear all your sounds.”
He held her backside in both hands.One finger slid from behind to stroke her center as he slammed into her.She looked from his fingers, meeting his eyes, the wicked satisfaction had her taking his mouth in her possession again.He thrust deeper this time, finding a place inside of her that made her back arch off the bookcase.
Then she was clutching him, screaming his name into his mouth, spasming around him.She felt like she was floating somewhere above this scene for a moment, lost in another time where they weren’t lost to one another, until he convulsed and groaned against her.He quickly pulled out and came into a handkerchief with one hand, holding her with the other.
His lips kissed her neck, and then he was kneeling in front of her.His lips disappeared for a moment, between her legs.She closed her eyes at the exquisite lathe of his tongue, at the memory of how he’d care for her like this before, afterward.And then he placed a kiss at her inner thigh.His hand adjusted her stockings and replaced the layers of her skirt, retied her slippers, and shook her skirts out around her.He took her hand and kissed it, still breathless.
How was she meant to walk away from that?
“That was…” she breathed.
“I know,” but she barely heard him.
His voice was low and far away as he stared at her.She now wished they had done this somewhere else, somewhere they had privacy and time and space.She’d had Devyn back if only for a moment, and her relief had taken hold of her before she’d thought about the aftermath.
“I can’t lose you again.”His voice sounded even farther away, like she was already losing him.
