And he did. Tolek listened to my commands, my cries, until constellations were starting to fall before my vision and my entire world ended with the man on his knees before me.
And for every stroke, lick, and bite, Tol muttered a combination of salacious and sweet promises. Things about fighting through the realms for me, vows to always stand at my side. He embedded the memories in my skin, right down to my very bones and cursed spirit.
“Ophelia,” Tolek said as I fluttered around his fingers. I dropped my gaze to his. “Come for me.”
Between his commanding words, his fingers crooked inside of me, the return of his tongue, and that blazing stare looking up expectantly from between my legs, I crashed into oblivion.
The door shook against its frame, but I didn’t give a damn if it splintered and broke. Didn’t give a damn if anyone on the street saw or heard. How could I when this utter state of bliss Tolek instilled in me took over?
Once my climax passed, Tolek set me on my feet, on legs that barely worked. But when he rose, he didn’t kiss me as I thought he would.
No, he strode to the window, tugging the curtains shut and turning back to me.No more witnesses, his searing gaze said.The rest is mine.
Tol undid the buckles of his leathers, discarding the layers in smooth movements as he crossed back to the center of the room, until his perfectly defined muscles and the assortment of scars littering the right side of his body were on full display. The pale, jagged lines caught the light, and the sight twisted through me with an odd combination of desire and vengeance.
With a nod to me, Tol said, “Take off the rest of your clothes, and get on the bed.”
His stare didn’t leave me as he did the same, boots, pants, and undergarments all littered across the room. The only thing left on me was the dagger at my thigh, which Tolek watched with a curious gaze as he prowled toward me.
I perched on the edge of the bed, and he stood between my legs. His hard length jutted up in front of me. I licked my lips as I gripped him at the base, wanting him, but Tol grabbed my chin.
“Not tonight,” he said. “Tonight, I need to be inside of you.”
That raw desperation was back in his voice, and it ignited something within me. Heat pooled in my core.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he hitched me to the center of the bed and settled between my legs. For a lingering moment, his gaze swept across my face. My heart clenched with the intensity of his stare, like he was committing me to memory in case his worst fears really did come true. It tugged at that anger at the Angels, had me clawing for him.
He kissed me with the same careful commitment, and though the desperation remained between us, something else shifted. Every movement also became reverent and impassioned.
The head of his cock nudged my entrance, and I was already squirming. He ran his length up my center, intentionally teasing my sensitive clit.
“Tolek,” I breathed. “Please.”
“Always so beautiful when you say my name,” he said, and he sank into me.
Gentle thrusts and rolling of hips. Gasps of pleasure and groans caught between kisses. That’s what we became, my hands curling into those silk sheets, his firm on my skin.
Tol gripped my thigh where my dagger was still sheathed, and with his other hand, he laced our fingers together, a lifeline of our souls.
Hewas a part of my soul. Always had been.
As he repeatedly sank into me, our bodies and lips and that unspoken communication we shared reminded us both again and again how desperate we were to hang on to one another. How when we were broken down to our most fundamental pieces, when we were nothing more than the essence of a warrior that existed in the universe, it would always be us together.
“I love you, Tolek,” I gasped.
He devoured the breath on my lips. “When this is over”—his forehead fell to mine, and he spoke as if he was convincing himself, too—“no matter what remains, we will.”
And I swore, “In every infinite realm.”
Because that thread that had always been between us, that had tethered our souls together at such a young age, was made of something stronger than the Angels. Stronger than gods and fate and time.
An unending, unyielding, infinite sort of love.
At my promise, Tolek pounded into me. Our breathing increased, the rhythm of our rolling hips picking up speed. Our hands stayed laced beside my head, and when we reached that climax together, we held tight to that grip, unwilling to let go.
As our hearts calmed, Tol pressed his lips to my forehead, and whispered, “I love you infinitely,apeagna. When the Angels scorch to ash and the gods fade to fate, I will be yours across every realm.”
Across every realm, beyond any fate, Tolek Vincienzo was mine. And I’d be damned if I let the Angels ruin us.
