Willing her uneasy tension away, Kala lifted her hand and traced her fingertips over the smooth curve of Torin’s chest, along the white scars crisscrossing his flesh. Were they from battle? His own training? In time, could she ease the pain she saw in his eyes, take it away? Like he had taken away hers?
Did they have the time? Or was the damn Sun Sword and the fate of the worlds of man going to take that from them?
Don’t let it.
She brushed her fingers over Torin’s nipple, enjoying the way it puckered tight at her touch. The pulse between her thighs throbbed again—a little stronger, a little more insistent. Wherever they were headed, the seconds it took would be spent in each other’s arms. “Make love to me again.”
Torin turned his head toward her and opened his eyes. “Okay.”
He rolled onto his side and slid his hand over her hip. Pressing his palm to the small of her back, he tugged her against his body, his lips feathering over hers in a kiss so reverent and gentle her pussy constricted with damp heat.
“I have believed in one thing and one thing only my entire life,” he whispered, smoothing his hand along her spine, over the curve of her shoulder. “The Sun Sword.” He skimmed the side of her breast with his fingertips before returning his hand to the small of her back, tugging her hips closer to the growing length of his erection. “As of this moment, I believe in nothing but you.”
Kala traced her fingers over the hard muscles of his shoulder and met his unwavering gaze. “The One Who Burns.”
Torin shook his head. “No, Kala. You.”
The flutter in her pussy grew stronger. “I love you, Torin.”
His nostrils flared at her simple statement. He raised his hand and brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers, his gaze holding hers with unwavering heat. “You shouldn’t.”
She smiled, his raw claim making her throat tight. She could see the conflict tormenting him. She knew it all too well. Even now, with the warm glow of their pleasure still wrapped around her, still throbbing between her thighs, she couldn’t believe what she’d longed for for so long had finally happened. Torin had held himself from her for six months, had believed himself her trainer, not her lover. She’d believed herself to be everything he didn’t want. And yet here they were—together in such intimacy she never wanted the moment to end.
She lifted her hand to his and pressed it to her lips. “Yes,” she murmured. “I should.”
He closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath through his nose. “I have ached for you for what feels like a lifetime, Kala. Until you touched my soul I did not think it existed.” He opened his eyes and looked at her, and Kala’s heart leapt at the sheer emotion she saw blazing in their clear grey depths. “Until you found my heart I believed it to be stone.” He cupped her face and brushed her lips with the pad of his thumb. “Until you knocked me on my arse I believed myself invulnerable.”
“You still are,” she said simply.
He smiled and shook his head. “No, not anymore. Not since I met you.” He traced her bottom lip with his thumb again. “You’ve weakened me.”
Before she respond—and really, what did she say to such a raw confession—he kissed her, his hand cradling her face with tender care.
His lips moved over hers, gently, almost hesitant. As if he was tasting them for the first time. His tongue traced their inner line, flicked at her teeth. She drew in a quick breath and met his tongue with hers, equally as slow and tender. She’d never been kissed like so. It made her tremble. Made her feel cherished in a way she could not comprehend. God, she loved this man.
She didn’t think she’d ever truly know how deeply.
For twenty-one years she hadn’t believed the concept of love existed. Why would she? When all she’d known was hate and grief and pain? She’d never had anyone to love. She had no memory of ever being loved. Now she realized love had just waited for her to find it. In the heart of the known universes’ last true warrior.
Torin’s mouth journeyed her lips, branding them with infinite care, before he explored her jaw, her throat. He coaxed her onto her back with delicious pressure from his lips and she surrendered completely to his will. She stretched beneath him, her hands skimming his shoulders, down his back, over the blazing sun tattooed there, to his hips and back up again. “Please,” she begged, her throat too tight for the word to be anything more than a whisper.
He lifted his head and gazed at her, his face solemn. “What, Kala?” His eyes seemed incandescent in the training room’s muted light. “Please, don’t ask me to stop because I can not. There is not a force strong enough in all the worlds to stop me making love to you.”
She gave him a level look, struggling to constrain the urgent ache in her core. “I am asking you to stop, Torin.” Sliding her hand up his arm, she caressed the hard curve of his shoulder, charting its firm muscles, exploring its latent strength. Everything about him spoke of power and brute force and it made her feel weak and strong at once.
His strength was hers. He’d given it to her in his passion, his desire and she wanted to give it back to him. Tenfold.
He shook his head, a stubborn denial pinching the side of his eyes. And a fear she recognized all too well. The fear of losing something so precious it was barely believed possible. “Please,” he growled and she smiled, his very echo of her own plea filling her with a happiness she could no more understand than explain.
“There is something I need to do, Sol,” she murmured, moving her hand to his neck. The rapid beat of his pulse danced beneath her fingertips, quickening her own, before she pressed her fingers flat to the side of his face. “Something that needs to be done.”
The stubble on his cheeks and jaw scratched at her palm, heightening the pleasure rolling through her. Why, she didn’t know. Maybe it was because she’d seen its prickling shadow many times before but had never felt it. To look at, the growth made him appear more menacing than facial hair should, but to touch…
A soft shudder claimed her body and she groaned. To touch, it was a confirmation of everything her heart knew to be true. He was strong and forceful and deadly, but with her, he was capable of softness beyond belief.
But now, now she wanted him hard.
She shifted beneath him, pushing him from her body. His eyes flashed with that same brittle fear she understood, but he did not offer any resistance. A low chuckle bubbled up her throat. That he didn’t fight her made her love him more. She knew how much he wanted to sink into her heat and fill her and yet he didn’t. He didn’t protest. He let her rule him. She smiled, holding his gaze with hers as she rolled him onto his back. He had spoken at great length about trust during their training, and now he was showing his ultimate trust of her.
She looked down into his face and brushed her lips over his. “There is something I want to do.”
Before he could ask her what, she straddled his legs, her thighs hugging his calves. Her gaze moved to his shaft and another groan rumbled up her throat.
He was hard. Hard and long and thick. And ready.
As was she.
She bent at the waist and took his length in her mouth.
“Gods!” Torin gasped, his whole body tensing beneath her.
She slid her lips down his cock, marveling at the satin smoothness of his straining flesh. It felt perfect, unmarred by scars and violence, its rigid strength radiating heat and urgent need. She rolled her tongue around its girth and slid lower, wanting to taste him all.
Torin groaned, his hands finding the back of her head. They curled into fists in her hair, holding her still as his hips lifted, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. Deeper.
“Gods, Kala, that feels…” His statement dissolved into a moan, the moan dissolving into a raw cry as the back of her throat pushed against his shaft’s head. His fists tightened in her hair and he quivered beneath her, his leg muscles corded steel, his stomach jerking with shallow breaths.
She slid her mouth back up his length, pausing at the tip,
flicking her tongue over the tiny slit there. Salted sweetness slicked her taste buds and she whimpered. He tasted of pleasure and desire and she wanted more. Shifting slightly, she pushed her right knee and then her left between his legs, kneeling in the V they formed. The position spread his thighs wide and she raked her hands down his torso, over his hips until her fingers found his silky pubic hair. She combed her blunt nails through the soft curls, enjoying the way Torin hitched a gasp every time her fingers drew close to the base of his cock. As if she stole his very breath from him with just her touch.
A liquid warmth flowed through her at the heady thought and she sucked on the distended head of his cock with greater pressure. She loved the way it felt in her mouth, how it fit so perfectly against the back of her teeth. She rolled her tongue over its satiny shape, tasting the small bead of his desire oozing from the tiny slit in its tip, before plunging her mouth down to his balls again.
“Syunna!” He bucked, ramming his hips upward, his voice a choked cry.
She didn’t let him recover, sucking hard, taking him deeper. She raked her fingers over his groin, circling the base of his cock with one hand as she cupped and squeezed his heavy sac with the other.
“Fuck!” he ground out, thrusting upward again.
His cock rammed the back of her throat and, instinctively, she pressed her tongue flat in her mouth, granting his width full passage. He groaned, and held her head tightly, that salty-sweetness trickling from his slit as his cock stiffened in tiny spasms. He was close. She could feel it not just in the jerky pulses of his sex in her mouth, not just in the rising hardness of his balls in her hand, but in the thrumming tension in his muscles. In the way he gripped her hair and moaned her name. He was close to release, close to flooding her mouth with his seed.
That same warmth flowed through her again—wet and charged with elemental life. There was a power in what she did now to Torin she never believed possible. Not a shift in the balance of power, not a power of domination, but a power of shared connection. Of intimate respect and trust. Supreme trust. She’d thought he trusted her before, she knew he did now. And that knowledge pushed her closer to her own release.
God, I would die for this man.
Her heart smashed into furious flight at the realization and her head began to spin.
Sliding her lips from his length, she looked down into his eyes. She wouldn’t just die for Torin—she would kill for him as well. He was her life. Her future. Her reason. He’d destroyed her old life and given her new purpose. Not the purpose of the Sun Sword, not the purpose of the Sol prophecy, but her purpose. To be with him. To love him. To share his life.
To share herself.
She pulled a shaky breath and gave him a serious smile. “For everything you have let me become, Torin Kerridon, I love you. For everything I am since you saved me, I love you.”
Before he could respond, she moved from between his legs, raised her body from his and with a single, slow motion, impaled herself on his erection.
Pure pleasure filled her as completely as Torin’s shaft filled her sex.
“Oh, gods,” he groaned, his blunt nails digging into her arse cheeks. “Kala…”
His voice faded away on a ragged breath. His Adam’s apple jerked up and down his strong throat and he closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. She knew him well enough to know he fought with his control. She’d seen him do so time and again in this very room, fight to control himself. She’d always thought he was fighting to control his rage, fighting to control the desire to beat her to a bloody pulp. Never had she believed the battle he endured was the very same as the one she fought. A battle they had both lost. And won.
She shifted slightly, rising just enough to slide her sodden sex up his shaft. She felt its bulbous head stroke her within, its girth stretching her to the limit. Pushing her to the limit as well. She rose higher, her knees trembling not from exertion but from base pleasure, the lips of her pussy stretching wider as the head of Torin’s cock broached her entry.
A raw groan rumbled up his chest and his nostrils flared again. He gripped her arse harder, his fingers digging into her tense muscles. “Don’t.”
She chuckled, the sound much more cheeky than she’d intended. “Don’t what?”
His eyes opened and he looked at her, their grey depths so fierce her breath caught. “Don’t move.”
His voice shook and he held her motionless, his cock pulsing in her sex.
She wanted to obey him—she’d spent six months doing everything he commanded of her—but this was one order she could not follow. She’d never needed to disobey an order like she did his to stay still.
Her pussy constricted, squeezing the domed tip of his shaft, and she slid down its length.
Torin’s jaw bunched. His eyes scrunched closed, his head rolled backward, the veins in his neck roped. “Fuck,” he ground out through gritted teeth. His fingers drove harder into her arse cheeks, ten points of excruciating pain that filled her with exquisite pleasure.
Kala rolled her hips forward, pressed her clit to the base of his cock and then slid back up his rigid length once more.
“Fuck,” he groaned again, eyes still closed, neck muscles corded.
She smiled, her own muscles straining, each one coiled with searing tension, screaming for explosive release. How she controlled herself, she didn’t know. With every stroke of Torin’s shaft in her sex, the mounting tension in her body grew hotter. With every pass of his thickness against her drenched folds, the heat spread. Radiating from the junction of her thighs, prickling the base of her spine, pinching the tips of her nipples. She rode him, losing herself to the liquid fire sluicing through her body. She wanted to make this last forever, but with every thrust of his sex in hers she grew closer to the edge.
And she didn’t care.
Because the moment he came, the second she climaxed, their battle would begin again and every orgasm they would mete upon each other’s body was just a battle lost and won.
She withdrew up his length, a little, a little more, the soles of her feet burning, her pulse deafening her, and slid down again.
“Fuck, Kala!”
Up and down, slow and then faster. Faster. She studied his face, watched his expression. Tiny beads of sweat popped out on his forehead, his throat, slicked his smooth bronzed skin in a low sheen. She lowered her upper body to his, brushed her nipples over his chest. The moisture of his perspiration kissed each one and they puckered tighter, the training room’s air chilling their damp tips.
Torin groaned, sliding his hands from her hips up her back. “Syunna, Kala.” He sucked in a long breath and thrust into her sliding sex. “I can’t last much longer.”
She brushed her breasts closer to his chest and pressed her lips to the side of his throat, at the point where it became his shoulder. His skin was salted with his sweat, flushed with his pleasure. “Today we learn about control, Sol,” she murmured against his neck, taking his cock deeper into her pussy as she did so. She moved her lips down to his collarbone, across his chest, sinking farther down his cock.
He growled, pumping his hips upward. “And you are my trainer?”
His strangled tone made her stomach knot with squirming anticipation. “Yes.” She touched her tongue to his right nipple and he hissed in a sharp breath. “I am.” She drew her tongue over his nipple again, flicked it before closing her lips around its rock-hard form and sucking gently.
A groan quaked Torin’s chest, low and drawn out. She smiled and sucked again before sliding her mouth to his left nipple, nipping it with her teeth.
He groaned, muttering words she didn’t understand but that made her sex heavy and wet all the same. She straightened a fraction, stroking his chest with her nipples again, a feather-light caress of skin on skin. The contact sent shivers of delight down her spine and her sex constricted, squeezing his cock with an insistent pulse.
Torin bucked, his fingers scraping at her back, a raw sound bursting from his lips. “Then I
submit to my master.”
With a slight shift of weight, she slid farther up his cock, moving her upper body forward as she did so, gazing into his eyes. She shook her head, her heart thumping so hard she wondered how it stayed in her chest. “Submission is not something I ever want from you, Torin.” She inched higher along his erection, the rim of his cockhead stroking the walls of her sex unbearably erotic. “Ever.”
His eyes blazed at her hoarse statement. “Good.”
A shuddering force claimed him and his hands gripped her shoulders, slamming her into his penetrations. Her own pleasure rushed her toward the peak and she let it take her. Christ, she couldn’t stop it. It was consuming her, filling her. Possessing her…
Exquisite tension detonated in her core and she cried out, her sex squeezing Torin’s driving cock. Milking him of his spurting pleasure.
Pulse after rocking pulse claimed her, each one more powerful than the last, each one in perfect harmony with Torin’s thrusting strokes. She shuddered with each until, drenched in sweat and rapture, she collapsed against him, spent and gasping and totally sated.
She lay against him, resting her cheek on his chest, the hammer of his heartbeat a sound of such wild, uncontrolled beauty she smiled. “Lesson finished,” she murmured, turning her head to press her lips to his flesh in a soft kiss.
Torin chuckled, his fingertips skimming up and down her back in a slow, lazy dance. “You are a cruel trainer, Kala Rei.”
She lifted her head and let him see her grin. “I have learned from the master.”
“False Fire,” a smooth male voice purred behind her.
Without thought or hesitation, Kala leapt upright, fists balled, muscles coiled. Instinctually and instantly ready to fight the intruder.
But Torin was on his feet before her, his eyes wide, confused, the blood draining from his face in a stunned pallor. “Seer?”
Kala spun around, adrenaline thumping in her ears. Her stare locked onto the ancient man standing on the mat but a few feet away and her gut rolled, inexplicable fear surging though her veins, turning her adrenaline to cutting ice.
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