Page 11 of Reign of Light
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he growls against my lips as he kicks his boots off and steps out of his pants, walking me backward. “I want you wrapped around me. I want to feel you gripping my cock when I’m buried inside you. Now.”
He kisses me again, lifting me by my thighs and crawling forward onto the bed. The kiss doesn’t break as he lowers me down, lining our hips and pressing his pelvis into mine. His broad shoulders and muscular arms envelop me, and his hot, bare skin sears me everywhere we touch. A palm finds my breast, kneading it hungrily as his tongue still invades my mouth, and my hips grind against his. His fingers move, wrapping over the lace and snapping it, the same as he did moments ago. My breasts barely fall from the garment before his mouth is on my nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard, making my entire body writhe.
Between my thighs is molten as his fingers slide through me, eliciting a grumble from his throat.
“So eager for me to be inside you, my queen,” he says, and sucks my breast into his mouth harder.
“Yes,” I cry, and grip the hair on the nape of his neck, mentally begging him to move faster. He releases my nipple and reaches between us, lining the tip of his length to my entrance, but he doesn’t move, only wraps me up in his arms, the bulging muscles tightening and crushing me to him as if he too can’t be close enough. Then with a flex of his hips, he slowly pushes inside.
“Gods,” I moan into his lips, my eyes squeezing shut as the agonizing stretch drives me wild. The muscles in my core flutter, already clenching him with the anticipation of him filling me finally realized. His lips move to my jaw and down my neck as he rocks into me, pushing deeper with each tantalizing stroke. Hips grinding into mine, the rhythm sparks the pleasure, but keeps it at a constant hum that makes my body move against his, begging for more.
I know he needs this—the contact, the understanding, the control. I need it too. I need to know that despite everything that happenedtonight, our life here will be the best it can be. I need to know that he is going to be alright, and that he knows I’m his.
Forever.
His mouth finds mine again as his hips continue their torturous rhythm. Tongue matching the deep thrusts of his cock, it’s as if he just wants to relish this time, our connection, and only feel.
I let him.
Time passes as we lose ourselves in each other, without a thought of anything outside of the feel of our bodies moving together. I barely realize when he moves, rolling us to the side, and settling me on top so my legs straddle his body.
“Oh gods,” I cry as my hips settle, deepening the press of his cock, the angle hitting something inside and eliciting a pleasure only he’s ever brought out of me. My eyes screw shut and my jaw falls open as my hands reach out to his abdomen, clutching his tensing muscles as he stills beneath me.
“Open your eyes,” he says, and they fly open, immediately finding his and seeing the fire still present. “I want to watch you as you come all over me.” His hips buck into me, and my cry is closer to a scream as his cock sinks impossibly deeper.
Flattening my palms on his abdomen, I feel the rough scar brush against my skin as I look into his eyes. I can’t hold back. My hips roll over his, rocking back and forth, feeling the slide of his length with each of my movements as my fingers dig into his muscles.
I watch him watch me; his jaw tight, his eyes hungry. His hands find my hips, and he moves me on top of him, lifting me and rocking me harder onto his cock, every movement growing more fevered than the last.
The pressure builds, and my jaw falls open, trying to contain it and let this last longer, for him and for me, but he’s too attuned to my feelings. One hand slides from my hip, drifting between my thighs until his thumb finds my core, pressing into the spot that makes me shake.
Pleasure explodes through my body, the waves crashing through me with each rock of my hips and pressured circle of his thumb. A cry tears from my throat as the explosion wracks through me, and the muscles in my core clench and squeeze him, fueled even more by the look in his eye as he watches me fall. His pace hastens, the muscles in his abdomen tightening as he chases his own release, his grunts mixing with the sounds of our bodies moving together. With one final pulse, his body stiffens, his jaw slackens, and his pupils barely leave any color left in his eyes.
I fall forward onto him, gasping breaths heaving in my chest, as he presses kisses to my hair and my face. He rolls us again, his cock still settled deep inside, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, and his arms wrap me in a crushing embrace.
His lips press into mine, the kiss full of all the emotion behind it. He pulls away, his chest still heaving with breaths as his forehead presses into mine.
“Thank you,” he grumbles, before his head settles in the crook of my neck, his lips pressed into my skin as he holds me tightly.
I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, and feel his entire body relax over me, the weight of him grounding me.
“You don’t have to thank me, Weston,” I murmur and press a kiss into his hair when he sighs deeply. “I need you too.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Iwake to Weston’s lips pressing into my temple and realize our bodies are no longer tangled together beneath the soft sheets.
“Go back to sleep, but come find me when you get up.” His murmured words tickle my ear, and I manage a sleepy nod before I barely register that light has only just begun to shine through the windows.
I squirm into the space he occupied, curling into the warmth he left behind, and breathe in his scent. My limbs feel heavy and weak, brought on by more than just the emotional turmoil Dane left us with.
Weston barely moved last night, his breaths deep and his face relaxed after loosening the hold on his veil of unwavering strength. It’s comforting knowing I could give him some kind of reprieve, even if it was only for a night, or only when we’re shut in this room, alone. Already this morning, he’s up before the suns rise, back to being the captain everyone needs.
I doze for a while longer until I feel like I have enough strength to crawl out of bed. Our meeting with Mara is in a few hours, and I don’t want to miss it. I need to be alert and ready for anything, especially so we can figure out where we go from here. I won’t sleep in and be left behind.
After dressing quickly, I fill my vest with all the blades I left on the desk, and secure my belt and dagger. The thought of this entire situation being a trap still lingers in the back of my mind, and I refuse to leave this ship unprepared. Today’s meeting could be just as dangerous as last night, if not more.
Beneath the midday suns, there’s no cover of darkness, no element of surprise. We should outnumber them if Mara actually follows Weston’s orders, but if it is a trap, if Dane didn’t actually leave, numbers might not matter. They’d be hiding, waiting for the moment we arrive. The Castaways are all older and stronger, bigger than most of the remaining Voyagers. More of us are trained; Weston and Sig make sure of that, but that doesn’t account for Dane’s desperation. The look in his eyes and the harsh severity of his words tell me he will stop at nothing to get what he wants, and that kind of action is dangerous.
