The moment was so out of place that I expected the universe to break down and pull these few minutes back through time to give them another trial. Because there was absolutely no way that a warrior, a descendant from the gods, would let a woman stab his heart and not fight back.
I knew he was strong. I knew he could lift me with absolutely no effort as he’d done it many times before. I knew he could do whatever he wanted to with my body, because he already had. So there was no reasonable explanation as to why he kept laying there, defeated and not fighting back, when he could have pushed me off him with a single movement. When he could have ripped that dagger out of his chest and shoved it into mine.
And I knew he wouldn’t miss.
There was absolutely no reason why he was not fighting back.
Not unless…
My nerve endings shot the information through my entire body, paralysing my bones, my muscles, my breath. My very soul. It was all he’d asked. For me to admit my feelings. For me to reciprocate his.
This man was truly laying his life on the line for me.
And if he was capable of doing that, he must be capable of so much more. He must be capable of doing anything he needed to, to keep me with him. Including dying to prove himself. Including saving me. And keeping his promises.
With newly found commitment, I ripped the dagger from his bone, struggling to wiggle it out from where it was pierceddeep within. Dahr grimaced a few times, but did not protest. His hands remained on my hips, where he’d initially placed them, fingers tense enough to scratch at my thighs, but not to hurt too much. He was holding onto me, just like I was holding onto that dagger.
I pushed myself deeper into Dahr’s midsection as I sliced a long line over his right pec, forcing blood to gush out within the next second to follow the straight line I had pierced into his skin.
“That’s for kidnapping me!” I roared, filling my body with satisfaction at the blood I had the power to rip out of him.
Again, Dahr did not move. Did not stop me. Did not curse when a new line of my dagger drew on his skin, this time slicing down his shoulder. “And this is for keeping me tied up like an animal.”
Contrary to my belief, the warrior continued to remain unmoving, except for his midsection. My bare thighs must have performed a number on him because his erection started growing under my core. Funny how even now, he focused more on his dick than on his wounds. Typical warrior, I scoffed to myself as a pool of heat tickled my insides.
“This is for lying to me,” I sliced again down his stomach and more tears sprung out at the sight of his stunning abs and how they started bleeding.
Dahr’s need for me twitched then, with pleasure or with pain, I did not know. But I was enjoying this too much to stop. My core responded to his calling and throbbed for our joining as I pushed the dagger into his arm this time, cutting a little deeper than I wanted to.
“This is for keeping me in this tent for two days and toying with me,” I shouted to cover Dahr’s grunt.
I assumed pain must be pulsating through him by now. There were over five long cuts across his upper body, all of them painting the sheets with crimson shades.
“And this is for hiding your plans from me,” I pushed the blade into his shoulder, making it slice on the side of his clavicle, into the bundle of nerves that gathered there.
“Fuck, Nora!” Dahr shouted, this time the grimace becoming sharper to portray his pain. “Do it already!” he snapped as a river of blood started pouring out of the wound.
“Fine,” I snapped and removed myself from him only enough to drag the blanket away and let his desire spring free. It was a wonder how he still managed to remain erect after I carved my sorrows into him, but it was all I needed to see.
Without thinking about anything else but the need to possess him, I pressed my body against his and impaled myself onto his throbbing length at the same time I ripped the dagger from his muscle.
“Nora,”Dahr’s roughened voice growled at me. “Either you slice my throat, or you take my dick. But do it now!”
“I am,” I moaned as I pushed myself deeper into him. The walls of my core opened to let him in, already sensing my need and recognising their owner. I let myself slide onto his massive cock like all hope depended on it, like I needed to ground myself and he was the only thing I could grab onto.
My wetness swallowed his length with eagerness, and I moaned his name when I pushed myself down to the hilt, dagger still gripped tightly in my hand.
Dahr’s eyes went wide. His dark gaze remained pinned on me while his hands continued to slide up and down my thighs to follow the wild dance I had started to perform on top of him. My hand held onto the dagger for dear life as Dahr started pushing into me harder and harder and I worried that I might slice him again if I wasn’t careful enough. I launched it at his throat, just as I lifted my hips and pushed my ass into him to take him deeper.
“If you ever lie to me again…” I threatened, the blade pushing just enough to nick the skin of his outstretched throat. To add yet another cut I had adorned on this man’s body tonight.
“Never,” he growled as he thrust harder into me, making my insides tremble from the violent movement. “Never, little flame,” Dahr gripped my hips harder and stretched me out with each merciless push, until my entire midsection throbbed from the force of him dipping into my core.
I let myself fall back and feel it. Feelhim. Feel every single movement as my back arched to give him better access. His hips met mine with unrelenting force as Dahr slammed into me again and again, using the weight of my body to pound against me. Until there was nothing but him and I.
Until nothing else mattered but the place where we joined. My body coiled around him when I reached the edge and begged Dahr to get me to that sweet point of madness where my spirit merged with his. And when the warrior pushed himself up and wrapped his arms against my midsection to caress my pussy from deeper within, I broke against him. A violent scream left my mouth at the same time that every shred of hatred I felt for this man abandoned my being.
I moved against him passionately and savagely, meeting him thrust for thrust until his warmth spread inside me when he found his pleasure.
