Page 38 of Vicar
“What are you going to do, Vicar?” young Trinity breathed. Her eyelids went half-mast. “Are you going to romance me now that I’ve returned to normal?” She pulled against the rings holding her wrists on chains. “Or are you going to take me like I’m a slave at your mercy.”
He felt Trinity’s heart skip a few beats. Like him, she was beginning to remember exactly how this went. How, for all the innocence in her voice when she asked, she wasn’t really curious at all.
They both knew what she wanted.
Not hesitating a moment longer, as eager to have her then as he was now, young Vicar chanted away his clothes, hiked her against the wall, and took her. While neither saw it because the memory faded, they felt what their younger selves felt when he didn’t thrust deep in one fell swoop like Múspellsheimr Vicar of today would, but slow and easy.
“You were,” she whispered hoarsely, “he was...”
Trinity didn’t try to move away when he pulled her more firmly back against him. So close, there was no mistaking his need. His desire to experience what his younger self just had. Because he remembered every moment of it now. How hot and tight she had felt. How receptive she’d been to the feel of him filling her. The throaty groans and moans she’d made.
“I had no idea I could feel that way.” Her head fell back against his chest. Her breathing grew harsher as her gaze roamed over the various contraptions on the wall. “No idea how much I enjoyed...other aspects of being with a man.”
He pushed down jealousy at her being with any other man, period, and focused on the moment. Her. Where this might be heading.
“I think you know where it’s heading,” Trinity said softly, inside his mind more by the moment. She was giving herself to him. More importantly, it was her kinder side, not the other.
Now he just needed to figure out how to proceed. What side of things she truly craved.
Thankfully, she made it clear moments later.
