Page 172 of A Curse On Black Lake
Her eyes spring open, and I’m done for. “I want words.”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?” I ask, deliberately drawing myself out. I want to hear her claim me as I have her.
She growls and grabs the back of my neck. “Yes! You know what I need! Now give it to me,” she grits as her body seeks mine out.
“And?” I ask her, squeezing her thighs.
“Please,Killian,” she pleads, lifting her hips, reaching for what only I can give her.
I grin, ignoring the little stab of disappointment from her missing words, and lean into her ear, pushing her leg back further. “I love it when you beg, such a good girl for me,” I whisper, and bite the curve of her ear. She keens, and I press ourforeheads together, somehow managing to get her there as I lose myself.
We pant into each other, sharing breath, as her nails dig into my back through our release.
I finally drop her leg, and she hooks it around my hips. We’re still holding on like we’re about to be ripped apart. I gaze down at her, still wanting, and entirely powerless to her.
“I need you,” she whispers.
Eliana tips up and kisses me. I lean into it, grabbing her neck, consuming her with the reckless abandon that grows in my heart and takes root around my bones, deepening my love for this woman.
We finally pull away and rub my thumb over the arch of her cheekbone. “Okay?” I ask her.
She nods with a sated smile on her face. I stare at her a little longer, silently begging her to say the words I so desperately need from her, but she keeps them to herself. Even though I can see it in her eyes. I can feel it in the way she holds me; I can hear it in the way she calls my name.
I kiss her one more time and throw myself onto the bed. She shimmies into my side, resting her cheek on my chest.
“We need to get a move on,” I grumble.
Her body starts shaking against mine, and I lift my head to check on her. She’s grinning, laughing silently, and I chuckle.
“That was so romantic it makes me want to puke, even if it’s true,” she says.
I smile, tucking my face in her messy hair, opting to stay in bed for a few more minutes. I wish we could spend all day in bed. It’s one of the downsides of being a rancher. There’s always work to do. It doesn’t matter if you’re tired, sick, sore, want to sleep in, or want to make love to your woman.
“Hey, Eliana?”
She hums.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask her.
She sits up on her elbow, tilting her head. Her fingers push back my hair. “Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, I think I’m going to hate my life when we go out to the pastures, but I’ll live.”
I chuckle and push her wild hair back. “No, I meant … before us. The Spirits, the trance, vision thing. We didn’t really talk about it, and it’s been bothering me.”
Her gaze drops, and I don’t like it. She’s hiding something.
“You can tell me,” I say, hoping she comes out with it.
“I’ve learned that these things can take a toll on you if you let them. I’m choosing not to let it, and you help me with that whether you’re aware or not. I need you, Killian, okay?”
I drag my hand up and down her spine.
“I need you too.”
She smiles softly, but I swear there’s an edge of sadness in it, and she drops her mouth on mine before rolling off of me. “Come on, cowboy, we’ve got work to do, daylight’s a burnin’,” she hollers over her shoulder as she leaves my room.
I smile to myself and rub my chest. She’ll come to me when she’s ready, and whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. We have to.
