Page 69 of Enchantment of Silver and Sea
“Yes, please,” I said sweetly and raised up. He let me roll him over, and then I was astride him. The angle allowed me to feel him even more deeply than before. I moved harder, faster, and he met me at each crest with a force that took my breath away. I wanted more of him. All of him. And I knew he was willing to give it to me.
The skin of my palms tingled against the muscles of his neck, and a strange sensation snaked through my veins. I felt…invigorated.
I felt powerful.
His hands disappeared from my hips, reaching instead to unlace my fingers and cradle them gently between us. “Easy,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to my clasped hands.
“What was –” I couldn’t get the words out. They were erased. Obliterated. Along with all other semblance of thought as my body launched without preamble into another shattering release. The cry that tore out of my body was his name, and all I could do was hold onto him as sharp waves of pleasure ripped through me.
His answering groan was something I wanted to capture and replay over and over again, the sound thick with need, with pleasure, and with the sound of my name.
Then he was bucking wildly, frantically. Ravenously.
Seeing him like that pulled me out of the limp haze of my orgasm. I started matching him thrust for thrust, riding him with an urgency that had us both gasping for breath. My hands untangled from his, and they joined my mouth in exploring every part of him, every surface of his skin within reach. I let my teeth graze the rounded muscle of his trap, and he cursed under his breath.
I barely recognized my own voice when I ordered, “Let go, Kieran. Let go for me.”
As if on command, I felt him thicken inside me. Then my name tore from his throat in a roar.
For a split second, as I felt him throbbing with release, it was like a hurricane was unleashed in my bedroom. Through the ecstasy of watching him, I was vaguely aware of my hair whipping against the both of us. The candles on my desk tipping. The glass of my window and balcony door rattling.
And then we were collapsed in a heap on the bed, me still straddling him. My head bouncing with the heaving rise and fall of his chest. My own breaths still coming just as fast.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered against my hair.
There was so much that I wanted to say to him.
But I didn’t have time to respond. Because in the next moment, there was a deafening crash. Kieran and I leapt from the bed at the same time, feet slamming the floor as we readied for fight or flight.
Then the fight left me just as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a familiar sense of terror as once again, there wereEnforcersin my home. Five of them, to be exact.
Leading the pack was Zander.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Zander’s expression, which had initially held that dutiful impassiveness of anEnforcer, contorted in shock and hurt as he took in the sight of us. I tried to cover my upper half with an arm and my lower half with my hand, but even I felt the uselessness of it.
All five Enforcers had guns drawn, and the bulky, white-barreled monstrosities looked exactly as I remembered. The whole situation was so familiar, I had never been more certain that everybody was right about me.
I was fucking cursed.
“Sorry to interrupt,” the Enforcer to Zander’s right said with a hearty laugh, grabbing Kieran’s bandolier off my desk and slinging it over an arm. He had a round face and mild blue eyes. Under normal circumstances, he would have given the impression of being friendly and agreeable.
“Don’t feel too bad,” the Enforcer to Zander’s left chimed in. He was tall and relatively thinner than the others. I recognized him as the man who had interrupted me and Zander when we were talking that rainy morning before work. “Looks like they’re already finished.”
The fact that they had seen evidence of that on the both of us went so far beyond humiliation, I wouldn’t have known what to call the emotion. I had watched my home burn to the ground, had seen my sister murdered right in front of my eyes, but this was a whole new way to feel utterly violated.
“Both of you shut the fuck up,” Zander commanded. “Right now.”
It was the most unkind thing I had ever heard come out of his mouth. And it was well-deserved. He shook his head as if clearing it, as if trying to make the scene before him disappear. Then he said, “You’ve both been summoned to meet with The Council. I suggest you put some clothes on.”
He must have seen Kieran’s eyes dart to the balcony because he added, “We have you surrounded. If you choose to leavefrom the balcony, then there will be another escort waiting for you where you land.”
Kieran’s laugh was full of mirth. “And if I don’t want to meet with your ‘Council?’” His tone was as casual as if we were discussing what to eat for breakfast.
“The meeting isn’t optional.”
Kieran laughed again, and I could sense his movement beside me. He thrust my nightgown and underwear into my hands, then moved with exaggeratedly slow steps, hands raised in mock surrender, over to my desk. He dragged on his jeans.
