“Hello, little flame,” his voice shrivelled deep into my bones as he entered the tent with his usual sweaty bare chest and that smile that made my knees weak. No more. Shock pulsated through my body, and I let myself fall into the chair where I had initially sat, waiting for him.
“Dinner is ready,” I said, but the words felt like ash in my mouth. So far away. Everything was far away. It felt like I was flying away from my body, my mind refusing to believe that I had let myself fall in love with a murderer. That Dahr looked at me as though I was his sunrise, knowing that in nine days he would kill everyone I knew.
Dahr stepped towards me, his feet hurrying to close the distance in between us. I expected him to take a seat at the opposite side of the table, facing me, but when he circled the wooden surface and positioned himself right behind me, my soul jolted out of my chest.
“Aren’t you hungry?” I barely mumbled, doing my best to move the plates around and display them to the warrior, trying to distract his attention from the papers that fell from my hands with his arrival.
“Of course I am hungry, little flame,” he leaned in and murmured into my ear. Before I had time to react, Dahr grabbed me by the waist and spun me in his arms, the slit of my dress creating easy access for my feet to involuntarily wrap around him in the position he’d placed me in. My ass was on the table, my legs were spread and Dahr’s midsection shoved in between them. Just like every other night.
I blinked at him, trying my best to banish tears from my eyes to see his darkening gaze, already pinned on me, following my every move. His breath was already heavy, hardened with desire, same as another part of his body that started poking in between my legs.
“I missed you today,” Dahr leaned in and nuzzled my cheek, his breath falling in long strokes down my skin. “I missed your touch,” he said as his hands wrapped around my naked thighs and squeezed, “I missed your scent,” he breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell of my freshly washed hair, “I missed your body,” he let his fingers climb higher on my thighs until he reached my ass and the orange thong I was wearing. I didn’t know if it was Dahr who made the request or if Karisha herself placed the order for me, but my underwear choice was very limited. I had received three bras, two pairs of boxers and five pairs of thongs. I instantly regretted my earlier choice to pick theflimsy underwear, especially when Dahr’s fingers kept moving towards the lace and started pulling at the thin fabric.
God, what was I about to do? How could I punish this man? What would make him suffer? The only thing I knew was that I had to endure. At least for tonight.
I had nothing to gain if I snapped at him now. I had no plan, no backup, no route of escape. He could very well tie me to that metal bar again and keep me there to starve and soil myself, like he did in the very beginning.
And I still didn’t know my involvement in all this. Why did he need me? And why didn’t he act on his plans, whatever they were. I doubted my kidnapping was staged as a mere distraction for Dahr. What did he want? Fuck someone from every town he destroyed? Was this some sort of sick bucket list?
I was pulled from my thoughts when Dahr’s fingers started circling my clit, my panties pulled to the side to give him better access. I let myself follow that finger and feel everything it brought me. I felt the pleasure that started building in my core, the way my body — even now — relaxed into his expert caress.
There was nothing I could do today. Nothing but reveal my knowledge and put myself in danger.
My skin started sizzling at his touch, at the way his tongue moved over me, following the same rhythm his fingers started to build in between my legs. His body remained plastered over mine, his length throbbing for me as he continued to drag his fingers into my pleasure and piercing my desire.
I would give myself another night, I decided when Dahr pushed two fingers into my core and started to expertly caress me from inside, while his thumb made my clit dance. Pleasure exploded through me, ripping the tension from every muscle and every thought. All that mattered was Dahr. His body, plastered over mine, the firmness in between his legs and the way my pussy exploded under his touch.
“I don’t have time for this,” I grabbed him by the hair and pulled tightly, forcing his neck to snap upwards and fix his attention on me. “Fuck me now,” I ordered as I pressed my hips forward, the movement pushing his fingers more into me.
If I was going to do this, if I was going to give myself one more night, I wouldn’t waste it with the dance of his fingers. I wanted the warrior. The man that destroyed lives. The one that burnt cities.
Dahr’s adamant eyes glinted with surprise, a challenging smirk brushing the side of his cheek as he accepted my challenge and removed his fingers from inside me. When he touched me again, this time to push my dress up and free my legs from any restraints, I felt the trail of my wetness where they touched. I felt the betrayal of my own body and the way it still listened to this liar.
Murderer.
Enemy.
His girth jerked when I pushed his pants down, setting it free. Involuntarily, my mouth watered at the sight. At the throbbing need sporting between his legs and all I wanted was to get on my knees and worship him like the god that he was. The god of death.
“Take me, now,” I spread my legs and raised my hips suggestively, desperate for the motion that would fill me and make me forget. It had to happen now. It had to happen quickly. Before I changed my mind.
“Your command, my will, little flame,” Dahr grinned. A piece of his hair escaped from the plait he’d kept his locks in and fell on the side of his face, caressing the tight jaw and pleased smirk he continued to greet me with.
Without giving me time to change my mind or even letting me adjust, Dahr slid himself into me with one long, deep thrust that made my entire body jolt. My muscles tensed and my skinburst with the sensation as my core struggled to adjust to his shape and the strength he’d pierced me with.
“Fuck!” I screamed, in pleasure or pain, I did not know.
Dahr’s eyes widened for a split second, questioning if the slickness he’d encountered would be enough adjustment to his large size, but I immediately shook my head and moved my hip to press more of myself into him, desperate to have him whole. Fully. One more time.
“Don’t stop,” I said as my hand moved over his sculpted abs and caressed downwards, urging him on. “Don’t!” I repeated, my voice weeping with desperation. And thank all the gods that ever were and ever will be, Dahr listened.
The warrior removed himself from me as fast as he’d entered, only to push deeper, his erection pressing against my inner walls and opening me to receive him. All of him. I was so desperate for the connection, for this final moment that I met him stroke for stroke, my hips pushing against his, deeper and harder, as though my life depended on it.
I felt impossibly full, I felt as though there was no part of my body Dahr hadn’t touched, Dahr hadn’t been into, and every single thrust brought me closer to that moment.
“By the god, Nora,” Dahr hissed a breath when my core started pulsating around his hardness, my entire body coiling around that sweet spot where our bodies met. My legs started shaking abruptly as a climax ripped through me, breaking apart my entire universe.
Dahr hissed, his voice hardened with as much desire as I was releasing and, with another few thrusts, he followed me over the edge. We both remained interlocked, our limbs and bodies joined too tightly to accept separation, our panting breaths ripping through waves of desire. Both of us, broken. Both of us, free.
