Page 220 of The Edge of Darkness

Part of me wanted to go slow and take my time. The other part of me demanded that I unleash myself. I gave into the latter, and the sounds that ensued from Nivelle’s mouth brought me right to the edge of spilling myself inside her.

Too soon, I said to myself. Way too fucking soon.

My hand tightened on the back of her neck.

I felt her walls clench around my cock as she rocked beneath me.

Her eyes flew open, finding mine in an instant, and then, “Roirdan.” My name fell from her lips, and I lost all control.

Hearing her say my name with such heavy desire in her voice was a call to battle. A summoning. A claim on my soul. One that I answered in full force. A guttural groan wrenched free from my throat. I came so hard I nearly forgot how to breathe.

And Nivelle . . . she writhed in ecstasy beneath me, digging her nails into my back as she let out a pleasure-filled moan.

I continued pumping my hips, groaning louder with each exhale, spending every last drop in her while her sex pulsed like a heartbeat around me. Her body was plenty warm now, and mine was slick with sweat.

Fates, I needed a moment to recover. I lowered my head into her neck, soaking in her scent. I’d never come that quickly before. Normally I would have drawn out her pleasure—made her beg for it. But the way she’d said my name . . . My hips twitched once more at the thought of it, causing Nivelle to stir beneath me.

I lifted my head to look at her, and she reached up and gently tugged the leather tie from my hair. The unbound, shoulder-length waves fell between us. Her hand hesitated, but then she was running her fingers through the tousled strands, pushing the foremost pieces away from my face. The move, the delicacy of it, wasn’t one I expected from her. It was . . . intimate . . . it meant something—the concept of which I’d been a stranger to.

Until now.

I didn’t know what to do, what to say.

Light tore across the sky and flickered through the room, and a low rumble followed, but the storm was just background noise to the sound of Nivelle’s breaths now.

She grazed my beard with her fingertips, tracing my jawline like she was mapping my face. When her gaze fell on my lips, and lingered there, I knew just what she wanted.

I captured her mouth again with mine, gentler than before, but just as sinful. She opened for me, sucking on my tongue as I angled my head to take the kiss deeper. A sudden jolt of pain radiated from my bottom lip as she nipped it with her teeth then slid her own tongue over the hurt.

Gods above⁠—

I hardened again in an instant.

Still inside her, I pressed the full weight of my hips into hers, growling as I lengthened and felt her body readjusting to my size once more. She spread her legs wider, letting me fill her up all over again.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I said against her lips.

Her low, sexy laugh filled the space between us. “Not tonight, I hope.”

My hand found her breast, and she hissed with delight as I rubbed the peaked tip between my thumb and forefinger. Her core clenched around me.

As she tilted her head, I went for her throat, drawing her flesh between my teeth and leaving a mark of my own. I broke the skin with a quick bite as I sank my cock deeper into her. She arched into me, letting out a sharp cry of pleasure and digging her fingers into my back.

“Do you like that?” I asked, planting a kiss on the wound.

“More than you know,” she said breathily.

She liked a little pain. Good.

I pulled out slowly, then sank back in to the hilt. “Tell me what else you like.” As I withdrew, her hands reached for my hips, pulling me back in at a quickened pace. The corner of my lips lifted. “Nothing slow, I take it?”

I didn’t give her time to answer. I slid out and turned her onto her stomach. She tried to adjust herself, but I knelt on one knee behind her, lifted her ass to me, and slid right back in, denying her the ability to control anything. She rose up onto her elbows, but I pressed a hand to her spine, pushing her into the bed, muffling her moans.

My hips met hers, again and again, the perfect fit, the perfect contrast—her slender, supple hips, and mine, strong and stout. She was made for me.

I leaned forward and wrapped a fistful of her hair around my wrist, holding her in place and at my mercy. She whimpered but the evidence of her arousal was spreading between her thighs, dripping from where we were joined. Knowing some of that was also me made my own arousal intensify tenfold.

I quickened my pace, giving her what I knew she desired, savoring the view from behind as I pounded into her. Each thrust shook her body, but she took it so well. She pressed into me, grinding her hips with each plunge until she was crying out again in short bursts of ecstasy. Her legs shook as she came, and when her body went limp and sank onto the bed, I followed her, pumping my release inside her and breathing hard against her back.