He lifted his hips, pressing mine down at the same time. “I knew you’d be perfect. I feckin’ knew it.”
Gripping his shoulders, I rose slightly, reveling in the way he slipped out then back in and out and in and out. Rhythmic waves of give and take. Delicious heat. Sweet anticipation. Heady abandon.
The muscles in my thighs began to tremble. “Help me.”
Black eyes bore into mine. Rían adjusted his grip, lifting and lowering in a steady rhythm. “Not too fast. I won’t last if you go fast.”
Every time I tried to pick up the pace, he’d slow me back down.
I changed my mind.
I didn’t want to go slow anymore.
I wanted to go fast.
To steal away the memories of the women he had been with so that only I remained. This moment. The two of us coming together. A meeting of flesh and desire.
Heat flooded between my thighs, a rushing river swelling behind a damn.
“Rían . . . Please . . .”
He caught my chin, forcing my eyes back to his. “Say it again.”
“Please?”
He shook his head. “My name.”
So I said his name. Over and over. A cry. A whisper. A moan.
His eyes squeezed closed as his head fell back, hips bucking with violent abandon. “Don’t stop.”
I cried his name as the threads holding me together unspooled, unraveling us both. Rían shuddered, whispering in a mysterious language against my throat.
“What does that mean?” I breathed, pushing my damp hair back from my forehead.
Palming my breast, he nuzzled my collarbone. “It means you are beautiful.” His lips swept over my heart. “You are perfect. You are all that is right and good in this world.”
“I think you’re lying.” That was too many meanings for three small words.
His chuckle vibrated against my breast. “You’ll never know, now will you?”
I pinched his arm.
His stomach flexed. He twitched inside me. “Easy now, human.”
Laughing, I dragged my nails down his chest, fascinated by the red streaks and goosebumps they left behind everywhere except that strange scar. “What’s this?” The moment I went to trace the X he caught my wrist.
“A reminder to take control while you can.”
His hold loosened. Leaning forward, he caught my lower lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough to leave me gasping. I could feel him begin to harden again.
I rocked forward, dragging a vicious curse from his lips.
“Are you sure you want to die tomorrow?” he groaned.
In this moment, with him holding me, I wasn’t sure about anything but how perfect this felt. How right.
“What if you don’t go through with it?” he whispered.