Page 42 of The Last War We Ever Fought

“What I’ve been wanting to do for a while,” he said, kissing his way down her thighs, making her melt at his touch entirely, not even noticing how her legs fell apart for him. Not even noticing when his head lowered between them or when his tongue darted to lick her sex.

Her back bowed off the bed at the sensation and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh.”

“Good oh, or bad oh?” he asked, pressing his fingers to the apex of her sex and circling them along her core.

“Good,” she moaned, her eyes squeezing shut. It had never felt as good as when she did it. Never. Not even nearly close enough.

Her hand shot to his brow when he sucked the tender spot where his fingers had been. His tongue lapped at her until her body was writhing restlessly on the thin mattress. “Elijah,” she whimpered.

“Yes, my little thief,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses to her sex before burying his tongue in her sensitive nerves again.

She felt a finger at her entrance and tensed as he pushed inside her, the sting making her clutch her bedding tightly in her fists until it almost tore.

“Relax for me, Rowan,” he soothed, kissing her scarred stomach. “That is it. Good. Good girl.”

Propping herself on her elbows, she looked down at this finger thrusting in and out of her. It was the single most titillating thing she had seen despite having the unfortunate luck of witnessing one too many soldiers carelessly fucking on every private space they could find.

He looked up at her, his chin and mouth glistening with her wetness. “My beautiful Rowan. All mine,” he crooned. Lifting forward, he briefly pressed his lips to hers and then kissed his way down between her legs, only stopping to nuzzle her breasts.

Rowan could feel a tightening down her spine, curling like a tight spring waiting to be set loose. That feeling intensified, growing to be the most intense notion she had ever felt the more he lapped at her core, the more he pumped his thick long finger inside of her.

She put a hand to his shoulder when it grew too unbearably intense. “Elijah—”

“Come, little thief, I want to taste you on my tongue.”

Her teeth dug on her lower lip to drown her moans as she shattered apart to pieces, her entire body not feeling her own anymore.

“That’s it,” he hummed, his mouth still pressed against her sex until the last wave of lurid pleasure washed down her body.

Panting, she cracked her eyes open and looked down at him, shivering when he left one last kiss on her thigh and hauled himself over her.

Licking his lips, he smiled down at her as he settled his big body over hers. His mouth fell on her cheeks, her eyes, her brow, her nose and then her mouth. “This feels like the cruellest dream,” he murmured over her skin as he marked every inch of her neck with his tongue.

“It can’t be. I don’t have dreams. Only nightmares. This doesn’t feel like one. Not even remotely,” she said, cupping his face and kissing him. When she pulled back, she noticed him watching her with an indecipherable look in his strange violet eyes. “What is it?”

“You kissed me.”

She blinked up at him. “You started it.”

He chuckled, brushing his nose against hers. “Exactly.” Reaching a hand between them, he fisted his cock and rubbed the thick head along her entrance until she had the urge to beg and ask him to end her misery.

She felt the thick head push inside her and winced at the stretch. One slow inch at a time, he buried himself inside her. She’d never felt so full, so impossibly full.

He groaned, his eyes turning that violent shade again. “Knew it would fit perfectly.”

Her eyes screwed shut, and she shook her head, pushing at his shoulders.

“I am sorry,” he cooed, nipping at her lips, small pecks, gentle pecks, as he started slowly moving inside her. “I’m sorry.”

It didn’t grow any less uncomfortable, but something else accompanied the stinging feeling, something that had her eyes and mouth open both at once. She moaned as her body shifted in the mattress at his thrust.

Bracing one forearm on the mattress, he lowered himself closer to her and took her mouth. “You feel so good, Rowan. So, so, good,” he murmured between kisses, reaching to palm her tender breast with his other hand. “Does it still hurt?”

She shook her head; the pain was dull and insignificant to what had taken over her entire body.

At her permission, his thrust fell to a new pace, making the sound of their bodies joining grow louder, venerous.

He groaned in her mouth. “Forgive me, little thief, but I’ve been celibate for too many lifetimes, and I don’t think I can last longer.”