Chapter 2

2

RHONIN

S omething inside me snaps.

I’m not sure what the exact cause is. Whether it’s the sight of Helena on her knees with my cock stretching her pretty mouth wide, the knowledge that she was playing with herself while sucking my cock, or if it’s the absolute life-altering feel of finally being inside this woman in any way. Regardless, she’s destroyed a wall inside me, one I didn’t even know existed until I began to feel it crumble.

Restraint. Discipline. Control. All bricks in the wall, lessons pounded into me while training for the army during the day and for spying at night. Never let your emotions show. Never give an inch. Never lose the upper hand.

My gods, have I lost it now. All power is held by the woman at my feet. She commands me with a glance. With a touch. With the perfect flick of her tongue. It takes so little, and suddenly, I’m thrusting into her mouth, her throat, taking her far deeper than I should, deep as I know she wants it.

I could’ve never imagined doing this to her. Not this roughly. But she never makes to pull away, no matter how hard I fuck her, not even when she chokes on me. Instead, her hand pumps harder up and down my cock while the other works faster between her legs. It’s enough to make me ready to spill right here, right in her mouth.

That isn’t how I want tonight to go, though, so I start to pull away, yet she holds me tight.

“I need to be inside you, Helena,” I warn her. “Between your legs. Right fucking now.”

Blinking out of her haze of lust, she drags her mouth off me and kisses her way up my body.

She grips my arms to steady herself and laughs a little. “My legs are already shaking.”

I didn’t know such words could motivate me so thoroughly, but suddenly, that becomes my goal for the night. To make her legs tremble so hard she can’t walk.

“How do you want me?” I ask her, letting her guide the night.

“Sitting,” she says, jerking her chin at a smooth boulder between two of the fires. “On the blanket. With your back against that rock.”

Not what I imagined she’d say, but I’m not arguing. I grab the blanket, toss it over the rock and ground, and sit just as she asked.

When she straddles me, the entire world narrows to nothing but her. She slides her hands over my chest and shoulders and into my hair, leaning in for a kiss. Her full breasts press against my chest, and for the first time, I take them in my hands, kneading her flesh.

She pulls back with a sharp breath, her eyes drifting closed as I touch her. “Don’t stop,” she pleads.

I wouldn’t dare. I’ve dreamed about these magnificent breasts. Of touching them. Sucking them. Fucking them. Helena is stunning, her curves full and heavy in all the right places. The sight of her bending over earlier tonight had nearly undone me. The way her breasts were silhouetted by firelight, the way her ass swayed when she walked across the beach. I love the bronze and silver witch’s marks that dance over her body, her dark nipples, the softness that covers the warrior beneath her brown skin.

Holding her breasts, I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting. I’m unsure at first what she likes, but her smooth breathing suddenly turns to short pants, her spine arching each time I use my teeth.

So I use them more.

“You like it when I bite you?” I ask, and she begins moving her hips, sliding her wet sex along my cock, readying me for the moment we make this happen, when I’ll finally slide inside her.

“I fucking love it.” Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Bite harder.”

Hungrily, I suck her into my mouth and drag my teeth over her nipple before switching to the other breast, teasing her until she’s rocking against my cock so hard I know she’s about to orgasm.

Gripping her hips, I still her. “I thought we were taking this slowly,” I say with a smile.

Struggling to catch her breath, she says, “Yes, well, that was before we started. You might be a virgin, but you certainly aren’t a novice at everything.”

I slip her midnight-black hair over her lovely shoulder and lean in, kissing her throat, her neck, her ear, feeling goosebumps rise across her skin. “I want to be inside you,” I whisper, cupping her ass. “Please. Take this awful virginity plague from me. Put me inside you , oh queen.”

Her shoulders jerk with laughter as she presses her forehead against mine. “Are you ready?”

I graze my thumb across her cheek and pull back to look her in the eyes. “Yes. I’ve never been more ready.”

After a few moments, she rises on her knees and reaches down between us, positioning my cock at her entrance. I see the bravery in her. The way her want of me conquers all worry.

The moment she sinks onto me, taking the first few inches, her body naturally clenching, I have to fight back the throbbing pulse of my release. “Holy fucking gods.”

She remains close to me, trembling a little, her forehead still pressed against mine. “Rhonin, this feels so godsdamn good. You’re so big.”

“And you’re so tight. So warm and wet and soft and…” I drop my head back. “I’m not going to make it through this night. It’s impossible.”

She kisses the column of my throat, biting playfully, and I feel her smile against my skin. Teasing, she licks a path upward, then sinks onto me even more, her breath hitching when she does.

When that little gasp rushes over my ear, I grip her ass harder and push up into her reflexively, just a little.

“Oh gods, more,” she begs, holding onto me, her fingers biting into my skin.

And I oblige, thrusting up into her, harder this time, until she’s taking over half of me, her silken heat still gripping me like a fist.

“I’m going to be addicted to this,” I promise her. “To you. To seeing how much of me you can take.”

“All of you,” she whispers against my mouth. “Make me take all of you.”

Make me.

All coherent thought leaves my brain for a few moments, but she digs her fingernails into my shoulders, and I shake off the shock that this is happening and do as she asked. Or at least I try, arching up into her again and again, harder and harder until she cries out my name, and I’m finally, blessedly, buried inside her as far as I can go. It’s not to the root, but that doesn’t matter. We are perfect.

“There cannot be anything better than this,” I choke out. “You feel like you were made for me, Helena Owyn.”

She touches my face, her eyes alight with desire and adoration. “And you for me.”

Helena begins moving on me, rocking her hips, the head of my cock being tortured with every rub of the deepest part of her. Her nipples are so hard, her breasts bouncing as she works her pussy on my cock.

I have to taste them.

Sucking her into my mouth, I run my hands over her hips and her ass as she moves, memorizing her rhythm. My release is so torturously close, as though she’s summoning it with every motion. She is a witch, and I am indeed under her spell.

Slipping my hands down, I feel for her. For us . The moment she senses me touching where we’re joined, she pauses, pressing her breast firmly against my mouth and her pussy against my fingers. I run my fingertip around the slick base of my cock, the ring of her flesh stretched around me.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she says, her voice breaking over the words. “Please, Rhonin.”

That plea alone almost takes me over the edge, but I choke back my rising climax, needing to draw this night out for as long as I can.

But everything spirals. Helena kisses me, moaning even as she grinds on me, riding me like her life depends on it. I lift my hips, forcing her to take me even deeper as I lean in and scrape a bite across her pounding pulse, hoping that I leave a mark so that when I wake up in the morning, I know this was real. It feels like every wet dream I’ve ever had combined into one night. With this woman, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

“I wanted you the moment I first saw you,” I admit, a truth if there ever was one. “I saw the fire inside you, and gods, how I wanted to be burned.”

At my words, the fires around us flare, mimicking Helena’s rising passion.

“Fire consumes,” she warns me, and then she leans in for one more kiss, sucking my tongue into her mouth.

I realize then that I’m filling her. I’m inside her as thoroughly as I can be. That thought and a single clench of her body, and my orgasm rages through me. I thrust up into her, burying my cock as she fists my hair, her body sucking my release out of me without relent.

She rides me through it, clinging to me, her own climax chasing mine until I feel her spasming around me, as though her body demands I give her everything I have.

And I do. I spill all that I am into her, giving over a part of myself I’m certain I’ll never get back. A part I don’t want back.

Because if anyone can guard my heart better than me, it’s her.