Page 57 of Reign of Light
“You mean this dagger?” The blade glints in the scarce moonlight before me as his arm extends, and he flips it deftly between his fingers.
“How did you—” I reach out to grab it, but he pulls it away, holding it out of my reach. I hadn’t even felt him take it off me, and now I’m questioning whether he even did it here, in the cave, or back on the beach. How did he disarm me without my noticing? Then, the thought pops into my head. He knew he was going to catch me.
“This is why I’m in charge, both here and in Blackwood.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and I know he will not let me live it down. He’ll probably force me to practice defending against it in the next training session. His lips brush the curve of my ear and cause goosebumps to erupt on my neck. “You don’t need it right now, anyway.”
I feel his arms move as he slides it away in his belt, and the memory of being disarmed here before is too familiar. This time though, I’m not itching to get it back. I know he won’t keep it from me.
“Are you finally going to tell me how this door works?” I ask, stepping away from him and turning toward the complete darknessat the back of the cave. I’m barely a pace away before he reaches out, grasping my hand and spinning me around until I fall into him with a thud.
“Where do you think you are going?”
I can barely make out any of his features in the shadows, but the lilt in his voice is enough to give me an idea of the challenging look on his face.
“Home?” I say warily.
He steps forward, walking me backward until I’m pressed against the wall of the cave, and yet another memory of him in this cave surfaces, only this time, I’m not fighting him with every ounce of hatred I have. The dim glow silhouettes his shape before me, but his features remain dark. I feel before I can see his movement, as the pads of his fingers lift my chin and tilt my head up toward his.
“I believe I won the bet.”
“You did,” I say playfully. “What do you want?”
“I want a lot of things.” His voice is dangerously low, bordering on the growl he usually reserves for when he’s angry. But he’s not, and I can tell his voice is laced with something besides anger.
“But I won, and I want you pressed up against this wall with my cock buried inside of you.”
Heat blooms between my thighs in anticipation of Weston’s prize, but more than being overcome with my own desire, I’m caught off guard.
“Here? Right now?” My eyes strain to see his face in the darkness, to see if he is serious or playing more games.
“Yes, sweetheart, right fucking now.”
My pulse rises as his hips press into me, his desire already apparent as his hard length fits against me.
I suck in a quick breath as a pulse of pleasure surges. “I can’t see you,” I say, the words coming out breathy as I search for him in the darkness. My skin prickles as he leans closer, and his breath caresses my skin.
“You don’t need to see me. Just feel me.”
My lips part as his brush tenderly along my jaw. The fabric of my shirt tickles my stomach as he slowly bunches it into his fists, pulling the ends from where it is tucked into my waistband. His hands are on me then, hot and firm as they lie beneath my shirt, trailing up my skin. A low hum fills my throat as the backs of his knuckles brush the underside of my breasts. I swallow hard, the anticipation of his touch without the lace between us getting stronger with every second. The tip of his nose glides down the length of my neck, and his lips press into my collarbone.
“You smell fucking amazing,” he grumbles, breathing deeply, and I turn my face away, giving him more access. “I never knew what I was missing until my sheets smelled like you. You’re lucky I let you leave my bed.”
He frees my breasts, tugging the lace over them and causing my nipples to peak. His fingers find them in the next instant, rolling the firm buds between his thumb and forefinger, at the same time as he sinks his hips further into me. My head falls back, and my eyes shutter closed as a low moan escapes me.
Hot breath against my skin and a low chuckle are his only responses. Need is already growing steadily, as the darkness makes it so I can only focus on everywhere he touches me. His lips meet my skin again, never kissing, just brushing along, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. They graze my throat, settling in the divot at the base of my neck, and I turn my head back to the center. I lower my chin and lean forward trying to capture his lips with mine, but he pulls back just out of reach as his palms cover my breasts, kneading and squeezing and pressing so I’m trapped against the wall.
I let out a frustrated groan.
“So impatient,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I know what I want.”
“So do I.”
His hands slide out from under my shirt, releasing my breasts sothe aching fullness is now even more apparent. My shirt lifts over my head, followed by my undergarments, and the sound of the damp fabric hitting the cave floor along with the cool air on my now exposed skin makes me shiver. There’s a rustle of more fabric, followed by the clink of his belt buckle before more items fall to the floor.
The hot, bare skin of his chest presses into mine a moment later, followed by the grip of firm hands under my ass as he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist. He lines his hips up with mine, fitting them against me and pressing me into the wall so his length rubs against my core.
“Oh, gods,” I whimper. My breaths become shallow as I grind my hips into his, begging for more friction, but his grip tightens, holding me firmly and eliciting another frustrated groan.
