Page 27 of The Knotty Clause
Her body began to move frantically against his mouth, her whimpers growing louder. He focused on the small button again, lapping at it in relentless circles until she convulsed beneath him, his name a cry on her lips.
He gave her no chance to recover, sliding up her body and positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. He had to fight to keep from plunging inside her, to keep his movements slow and gentle despite the urgency surging through his veins.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him closer but he resisted.
“Patience, my sweet.”
“I don’t want patience. I want you—all of you.”
“I’m a lot bigger than you.” He wanted her desperately but he would never forgive himself if he hurt her.
“I don’t care.” She tugged at him again. “I need you, Yede.”
She reached down to circle his cock with one small hand and his vision blurred. He was incapable of resisting any longer. He pressed slowly into the molten heat of her body. Her fingers tightened on his horns, her eyes wide and startled, but he didn’t see any sign of pain. He slid deeper, stopping every few seconds to let her adjust. Only when he was fully embedded did he realize that he’d been holding his breath.
“Are you all right?”
“Oh, yes.” Her voice was a husky whisper.
He pulled back and then thrust forward, hard and fast, and her eyes rolled back as she moaned. He did it again, his body covering hers, one massive hand supporting her neck. He slid his other hand under her ass, urging her up to meet him, and he groaned as her small, tight body clenched around him. He could feel his climax approaching already and fought to keep control, needing her to find pleasure first.
“More,” she gasped. “Harder.”
She arched against him and he obeyed willingly, his thrusts increasing in strength and speed as he felt her quiver around him. She cried out his name as her body convulsed and his control shattered. He roared her name as he exploded inside of her, his body shuddering endlessly in her arms. When the storm finally passed over them, he collapsed on the bed next to her, still keeping her cradled to his chest, happier than he’d ever thought to be.
CHAPTER 15
Gemma stirred from a deep sleep, her body deliciously sore in all the right places. She reached across the bed, seeking Yede’s warmth, but found only cold sheets. Her eyes snapped open, and she pushed herself up on her elbows.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting silver shadows across the empty space beside her. Her heart squeezed. After their passionate night together, had he withdrawn again?
The furs slipped from her bare shoulders as she sat up fully, shivering in the cool night air. Their discarded clothes still lay scattered across the floor where they’d fallen in their rush to touch each other. Her cheeks warmed at the memory of his hands on her skin, the way he’d whispered her name.
But now the silence of the house pressed in around her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and pulled on his shirt, the fabric swimming on her smaller body. The hem brushed her knees as she padded to the door.
She paused at the threshold, torn between giving him space and following her heart. The memory of the vulnerability in his eyesmade her decision. She wouldn’t let him retreat behind his walls again.
The stone floors were cool beneath her bare feet as she moved through the darkened house looking for him. His workshop was dark and empty and Liam still slept peacefully in his new bed. Moonlight poured through the main room’s windows, painting silver paths across the floor, and she finally spotted him through the glass. He stood motionless on the edge of the cliff in front of the house, big body outlined against the star-filled sky. Even from here, she could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his horned head tilted up toward the heavens.
He looked both powerful and exposed, like a warrior who’d finally laid down his shield.
She grabbed her cloak from its hook by the door, wrapping it tightly around herself before stepping into her boots. The door opened with barely a whisper, and the crisp mountain air rushed to meet her, sharp and clean in her lungs.
Above them, the night sky stretched endlessly, more stars than she’d ever seen scattered across the inky blackness. They sparkled like scattered gems on black velvet, casting their cold light down on the snow-covered ground.
Her boots crunched softly as she crossed the distance between them, but he didn’t turn, lost in whatever thoughts had drawn him out here. She reached out, pressing her palm gently against his broad back, feeling the warmth of his body through the thick fur.
To her relief, he immediately put his arm around her and drew her against his side. She leaned into him, grateful for his heatagainst the biting cold. His fur tickled her cheek as she nestled closer, breathing in his familiar scent.
“Storm’s passed,” he said, his deep voice vibrating through her.
Her heart stuttered, then clenched. The original agreement echoed in her mind—they could stay until the storm ended. She’d thought that what had happened between them had changed that but had she been wrong?
She swallowed hard, steeling herself. Better to face it head-on than wait in uncertainty.
“Does that mean you want us to leave?”
The words came out barely above a whisper, carried away by the night breeze.