Page 114 of Heart of Iron
Fingers clenching in her hair, he dragged her head back, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her trapezius.Marking her.Claiming her.Driving her over the edge.
Lena cried out as it took her.Her body clenched around his and he groaned, his hips slowing, his thrusts becoming deeper.Crying out, he shuddered violently against her, one hand against the small of her back as he drove her against him.
Long minutes of breathless gasping as she came back to herself.She’d never felt safer, more at peace, than this moment in his arms.
Skin slick with sweat, his heart pounding against hers, she lifted her head slowly.Will shivered.His eyes were bright as copper pennies and fueled with uncertainty.“I didn’t hurt you?”
She smiled and nibbled at his ear.Her body ached with the possession of their joining.And she loved it.“No.”
“You’re so tight,mocridhe.”He stroked her face tenderly.
Lena cupped his hand against her face.Mocridhe.Incomprehensible words she could remember him whispering to her in the fever, amongst others.“What does that mean?”
“Little one.”He smiled, but the tension lingered in his bronze-warmed eyes.
“I don’t think it means that at all.”
“No?”
She kissed his palm, looked deep into his eyes.“No.”
Will chuckled against her skin and dragged her against his chest as he lay back.His body still nestled within hers.“Go to sleep,” he said, with a satisfied yawn.His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.“Before I’m tempted to have me wicked way with you again.”
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He roused sometime later, just long enough to roll her onto her stomach and bite the back of her neck.Lena blinked sleepily as he tugged her hips up and thrust inside her.This time there was no gentleness.Whatever thought spurred him out of sleep, he slaked it on her body, filling her, owning her.Claiming her with such desperation that she collapsed panting on the bed afterward, unable to breathe, her body still tingling with aftershocks.
And again.Barely hours later, with evening darkening the sky.Driving her into the mattress, his eyes gleamed with copper, lost to the feral side of his nature.
It ignited something within her.Urges she’d never felt before.They kissed and bit and thrust at each other, desperate to leave some mark, some shadow of themselves on the other’s skin.The darkness within her unfurled and she raked her nails down his back as she screamed her pleasure into the night.
She lost count of how many times he took her.The world faded.Became little more than skin and sweat and seed, the thrust of his body, the acceptance of her own.Sometime before dawn they both collapsed, exhaustion shivering through her body.
Will crept from the bed and fixed a plate of stew for her, warming it on the stove.Her hungers changed and she ate two plates ravenously before collapsing back onto the cot.There was barely room for two, but he curled around her, dragged the blankets over them, and nuzzled into her hair.A part of her liked the fact that the bed wasn’t bigger.
“Sleep,” he whispered, as if he wasn’t the cause of her sleepless night.
She snuggled against him, her eyelashes fluttering heavily against her cheeks.“Only…if you let me…”
She was asleep before she finished her sentence.
Twenty-five
A sharp rapping at the door woke her.Lena lifted her head off the warm pillow it rested on—Will’s chest—and blinked sleepily.Despite the two bowls of stew she’d consumed, her stomach rumbled as if she’d been starved for a week.
The muscles beneath her tensed.“Stay here.”
He rolled out of bed, dragging his trousers on.Lena lazily enjoyed the view, tempted to drag her fingernails over his bare buttocks.She’d once thought him too bulky and coarsely built, but she’d been wrong.He was perfect.All sculpted muscle and bronzed skin.Beside him, the blue bloods paled into insignificance with their padded shoulders and pale skin.
One of the buttons on his trousers was missing, no doubt in her enthusiasm last night.He shot her an exasperated look, then crossed to the door.Lena sat up, searching for her nightgown.Her gaze settled on a pile of abandoned white linen near the door.Dragging the sheet around her body, she tucked it between the crevice of her breasts and tried to comb out the snarls in her hair.
The door thundered beneath the weight of someone’s fury.
“I’m comin’,” Will muttered and snatched it open.
Honoria staggered into the room, her face pale and her eyes flashing dark with fury.“You let me in!”she cried.“I’ve had enough.I want to see her!She’s mine too, you kn—” Her gaze lit on Lena and she darted under Will’s outstretched arm with a soft cry.Sliding to her knees, she wrapped her arms around Lena and dragged her close.
“I sent you a message,” Will muttered.
