“You’re making it hard to be good,” I grunt, watching as she slowly starts to rock against me. I’m not inside her, but her clit is rubbing against my pelvis, and my cock is sliding up and down the crease of her ass. She throws her head back, using me for her pleasure.
“I don’t want you to be good. I want this”—she turns around and grabs my cock—“I want this to be hard.”
“Aren’t you sore?” I ask, fighting the urge to throw her to her hands and knees and fuck her, reminding her who she belongs to. I don’t want this time to be like that, though. I want this to be different. It feels different from our conversations.
“Yes, but in a good way.” She lifts up and reaches behind herself, guiding the thick head of my cock toward her hot opening.
“Sylvie,” I moan as the first touch of her wetness coats my tip. I toss my head back, straining my neck as she slides down, swallowing every inch of me until she is sitting flush on my lap. “You feel so good. So, so good. The goddess made you for me,” I murmur, touching every part of her with my hands like a desperate man.
“I was,” she smiles. “Now, show me what to do. I—I don’t know what to do. All I know is that I want to ride you.”
“You really can’t talk like that when you’re on top of me,” I bite, my cock tingling with the hope of release. I brace my feet on the floor and grip her wide hips with my hands, careful to avoid her burns. Her body is utterly gorgeous. I’m such a lucky man. “Like this, darling.” I push her body back and pull her forward. My jaw drops to my chest. I’m so deep.
She tosses her head back and groans, slapping her hands on my chest as she takes over. She’s screaming, whimpering, fucking me with every ounce of energy she has. Her breasts are bouncing. I can’t remove my eyes from them.
“Fuck,” I growl and dig my fingers in the ground. My body is being rocked from the force of her thrusts. “Sylvie, you ride me so good. You know how to take my cock. Of course you do, you were made for it, after all,” I say, watching in awe at the majestic sight.
Her cheeks flush and her lips part as she inhales small, short breaths. They sound broken and full of passion, like she can’t seem to control herself, but she wants more of me. She rides me faster, trying to get that something more she is needing.
She lifts her arms above her head, taking her red locks in her hands, and closes her eyes. Her jaw drops open.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Trident. I’m close. I’m so close.”
The look of pure ecstasy on her face hits me like a ton of bricks. I do what I can to hold back my orgasm when the first spasms of her channel pulsate around my cock. But I can’t wait anymore. It’s all too good, too life changing. The way she moves, smells, the flicker of her hair, her noises. I’m only a man.
I let out a grunt so deep it could have come from a beast as I fill her full of my come. She falls over the edge at the same time, her muscles squeezing me tight as she milks every drop of seed out of me.
“Wow,” she finally says, breathless, collapsing on top of me. “Is it always like that?”
I shake my head, gasping for air. “No. It’s only like this because it’s us.”
“I hope it stays like that.”
“It’s just going to keep getting better.” I flip her over and slide out of her, only to slide back in again.
I prove to her throughout the entire night as the rain falls just how amazing it is with between us. And with every time, it only gets better, just like I knew it would.
Chapter Twenty
Sylvie
The morning is bright. The gray clouds have disappeared, and everything is more vivid. The sun is radiating, and the trees are green, plants are lush, and the insects are bustling about, making noise. Trident isn’t here, but I remember him whispering something in my ear about the boat.
I yawn and stretch, reaching out for my dress next to the dwindling fire. It’s dry—filthy—but dry. I put it on over my sore, naked body and wince, wistfully remembering just why my legs ache so. I remember exactly what we did last night. The way he made me feel. The things we did to each other’s bodies.
And the way we talked to one another. It was almost better than the sex. I’ve never felt so connected, so wanted, so understood. All the years my parents tried to marry me off, and I wasn’t interested. But if Trident asked me right now, I’d say yes. He’s the only person I want to run to instead of from.
“Hey, I got us breakfast before our big journey,” he says proudly, lifting up two fish.
“How did you catch them?” I ask with awe.
He winks at me. “Like I’m going to give away all my secrets. I must remain mysterious for you and keep you interested.”
“I think you could sit there like a rock, and I’d still be interested in you. Only because you’re so damn good looking.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the man is blushing.
“Well, let me get these skinned and filleted, and then we shall be on our way back to the kingdom.”
The word ‘kingdom’ has a sense of doom hanging over it. There’s an unspoken tension in the room—the cave—and he begins filleting the fish without giving me any reassurance of what is to come. Not that he can. I want him too, but what can he say that he hasn’t already said? I’m scared. I’m fearful that the moment we step foot on his homeland they are going to rip me from his arms.
A million scenarios play in my head, but the one positive one stands out the most. How could they know he and I are together? Perhaps most of them won’t know who I am. For all they know, Trident ran off and met someone, and for all my parents know, I ran away—that isn’t news to them. I’m always skipping out.
We shall be fine. It shall be like any other day.
Until they find out who I am…
Maybe I should lie about my last name.
“What are you thinking about over there so hard?” Trident asks, spearing the meat of the fish and placing it over the fire.
“I’m just wondering what’s going to happen when we get there.”
“I see,” he sighs, standing from his squatting position. “I can’t promise you anything. I wish I could.” Trident takes my hands in his. “I want to tell you everything is going to be fine, but my best friend Wulf knows. He knew where I was going. By now, people have talked.”
Well, there goes my hope with that.
“But I’m not leaving you, do you understand? You shall never face anything alone.” His hands move to my face and cup my jaw. “We will get through this.”
“What if something happens to you? What if—”
“We can’t live off questions or possibilities, okay? Whatever happens, we shall figure it out along the way. No ‘what ifs’.”
“Trident, we need to prepare for the worst.”
“Darling, the worst thing that could happen is if your parents demand Lord Grimkael to throw me in the dungeon. And he would never.”
“My father isn’t that kind, Trident,” I rush out in panic. “He will demand your head.”
“I’ll fight for my life, Sylvie. I’m not a man that bows down easily. I won’t leave you in this world alone. If he takes my life, I’m taking his with me.”
“Please, don’t speak like that.” What makes my stomach turn is that I’m not even asking him to stop talking because of what he said about my father. I’m upset because of how he is disregarding his own life.
He flips the fish to the other side and places his hands on his hips, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. “I’ll do everything I can to always come back to you. Right now, let’s get home.”
I grab his arm when he turns away. A new idea has just shot into my brain.
“What if we don’t go back?” I ask, with newfound excitement. “What if we live here or find somewhere else to live. We can go anywhere. We can do anything. It can be me and you against the world.”
“I’d love that,” he says.
“Why can’t it happen? Why can’t we go?” My eyes bu
rn from the desperate emotion. “Please, Trident. I only want us to be together.”
“I do too, but I can’t leave my family alone with the wrath of your father. I can’t leave my kingdom. Not when your father is threatening to attack.”
“And how can you help when you are sitting in a dungeon, Trident?” I raise my voice louder to him. “You can’t.”
“I won’t be in a dungeon. Sylvie,” he insists, holding onto my shoulders and looking me deep in the eye. “I need you to trust me. Can you do that? Can you trust me?”
He runs his fingers down my cheek and I close my eyes, leaning into the touch.
“I want to.”
“You can, darling.”
A small smile plays on my lips. “I love it when you call me that.”
“What? Darling? Really?’
“Yes, I’ve never had a pet name like that before. It makes me feel special to you.”
“Darling, you’ve been special from the moment I laid eyes on you. And when I saw you, you were darling. It was the first word that popped into my head.” He bops my nose with his index finger before turning around to take the fish off the fire. “Here, eat. We have a long journey ahead.”
He doesn’t even let me grab the stick. He shoves the fish into my mouth and rips his own meat off with his teeth—pure savage. “Hurry up.”
I yank the stick out of my mouth and begin to chew the fish. It’s good. It’s a bit… fishy, but it is better than nothing.
Trident kicks sand onto the fire and places his hand on my lower back, guiding me out of the cave. Out of our sanctuary.
The world is looking down on us and it’s closing in with every step we take toward shore. Trident removes his hand from my lower back and takes my hand. The innocent gesture takes me by surprise. I haven’t seen grown adults do this.
The heat of his palm is comforting in mine and makes me feel safe. I never want him to let go. I lose track of time, smiling like a little girl, staring down where our hands are intertwined, and when we get to the beach, my feet sink into the sand, and I look up to see a small boat made from driftwood, rope, and a few other things I can’t place, but it seems to be forest material.
“It isn’t great. If we hit another storm like we did before, we are screwed, but the day is clear. We should be safe. It isn’t too far now.”
“Last chance, must we go?” I ask, knowing the words are worthless.
He kisses my knuckles. “Aye, darling. I’m sorry. I wish we could stay here forever, but I’d rather answer to what lies ahead, face it, conquer it, and live the rest of my life without feeling like a coward.”
“Warriors,” I tsk, letting him help me onto the boat so I don’t fall. “So afraid to look anything less than brave.”
“Damn right,” he grins, following right behind me.
We board the tiny thing. It’s just the two of us and the endless expanse of sea.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I look around, slightly fearful. This boat is nowhere near the sturdy construction of the last ship, and that one was torn apart by the storm. But I trust Trident. He knows what he is doing. And he will keep me safe. He will always keep me safe.
So what can I say but yes?
“I’m ready,” I finally say.
He sets sail, letting the wind take us back. He plunges the paddle into the sea and starts to row. The boat cuts through the water with ease since the waves are nothing but a ripple. My heart breaks the further away from the island we get. My life changed here. I nearly died, and a forbidden love came from it. So many amazing memories, so many realizations.
I wonder if we will ever see this island again.
“I’m sad to go,” I whisper the words in the slight breeze.
“I am too. I fell in love here.”
My breath catches in my throat. I look over my shoulder to see his intense green eyes on me, his bicep muscles bulging every time he rows. “Truly?”
“Truly,” he says.
“I fell in love too,” I rasp, never taking my eyes off him.
“With who? I’ll kill him,” he says maniacally, and then winks.
It makes me giggle. The ends of my hair dance in the air as I turn my attention back to the island. The ocean gets a darker blue the further we sail away. The island is becoming smaller and smaller, but at least I’m drifting away with the man I made the memories with.
It’s beautiful. When the sea isn’t raging and the skies aren’t falling, the ocean truly is vast and undeniably gorgeous. The sun is beaming, the water is splashing against the boat, and it isn’t too hot.
“It’s a much better day than it was when we arrived.”
“Does not drowning make you realize that?” he teases.
“I’m just making an observation, don’t be a brute about it.” I turn my nose up at him, glancing to the island again. The tall trees are nothing but specks on the horizon and the sand on the shore isn’t visible anymore. Our cave is in there somewhere, holding all the intimate times Trident and I shared.
I’m afraid we won’t get the love back. The island—I’m afraid it is the first and last for us. Reality is so much different from the dream we have been living. I want to chide myself. When we first arrived, I thought being with him would be a nightmare, but it has been everything I’ve ever wanted.
Everything shall be different when we get to the kingdom. It won’t just be us, and what we think and feel. People will be around us. People will have opinions. There will be rules that have to be followed and expectations to be met. His father will see me. His Lord and my father are going to demand blood. Everything is going to change. The fear of the unknown is nerve wracking. We could be floating to a new enemy territory, and Trident has no idea.
For all I know, Trident will change. He may push me away and use me as leverage after all. I’m not sure. All the horrible possibilities have my hand flying to my stomach. I throw my head overboard and toss my breakfast, sending chunks into the ocean.
I groan, placing my face on the railing when fish come to the surface and start eating it. I yelp and scoot back. That’s disgusting.
“I’d laugh, since I suppose you’ve never seen that happen before, but I hate that you don’t feel well. Are you okay? I have water for us.” He hands me his canteen, and I take a large swallow. It’s cold and refreshing.
“It must be sea sickness,” I lie, splashing water against my neck to try and cool myself down. I don’t want to tell him how stressed I am about this because he has said all he can say to make me feel better.
And if he can’t make me feel better, then I know whatever I am feeling is nothing but the cold, hard, unwanted truth. I don’t regret falling in love with Trident, but all of this could be avoided if we were not together. Is it selfish for us to do this? Maybe.
I’ve been forced to live for other people all my life. No matter what is ahead, every single part of me wants to be selfish and not let it go, no matter how many people try and tear us apart.
I’m ready. And if I must take a sword in my hand and fight for what is mine, I will. I may be a woman, but I’m a warrior at heart.
I’ll fight for my warrior. For my Trident.
Chapter Twenty-One
Trident
The journey was smooth for the most part, minus Sylvie being sick every step of the way. Every time the boat dipped in the ocean she tossed her head over the boat and puked. She’s green in the face and dry heaving by the time I see the familiar tree that had gotten hit by lightning a few years ago to the right. We aren’t far now. Very soon, we shall be arriving back at my home, and no matter the brave face I put on, I‘m nervous.
I’m considering turning around and going back the way we came. Her idea of fleeing is looking more appealing the closer we get.
“You’re nervous.”
“I’m not,” I protest, scoffing at her words. “I should be insulted that you think a warrior like me could be nervous.”
“You’re nervous. Great,” she cr
osses her arms under her breasts and pouts her lower lip.
“I’m not,” I mumble in denial.
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t say another word. She probably wants to lay down and rest. The sea doesn’t seem to agree with her, and I want her to feel well for the days to come because I have a feeling they are not going to be easy. We pull into the bay and in the distance, I see where the other ships are roped off and the wild forest that separates the kingdom and us.
“It’s beautiful over here,” she says, grabbing the rail to help lift herself up to stand. Her skin is so pale, and her eyes do not hold the fire they used to. It is clear she is sick. I wish when we get to the kingdom she could rest, but that isn’t going to be the case.
“Aye. I love it here. Lord Grimkael did well in securing this land for us by marrying Lady Sassa.”
“So it is true? He demanded her hand to King Leif to make an alliance so they wouldn’t attack?”
I comb my fingers through my hair and give my skin a slight scratch. “Well, when you put it like that it sounds bad.”
She giggles, “Because it is bad. They love each other, right? Something good came out of it?”
“Aye. They fell in love quick and now have two little ones. It worked out for the best.”
“Must be nice,” she says under her breath, but I hear it.
My hands tighten around the oar, cracking the wood at the hopelessness in her voice. I want to be able to give her the life she craves. I know I can. It will take time and maybe a little blood, sweat, and tears, but it can happen. “I’m sorry everything is unknown right now. It won’t always be like this.”
“You don’t know that, Trident. We don’t know what awaits us. We don’t know the future.” She slips her hand in mine and tightens her grip. “But as long as I know I have a future with you, the wait will be worth it.”
I disregard the steering for a second and wrap her in my arms, pressing my lips on hers to take her in a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together, and my eyes sting from the emotions that pass between us. We are kissing each other as if this will be our last kiss.
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