I whimper into his mouth. “Why does this feel so good?”
“I don’t know, but I never want to feel anything else again,” he says, the wide head of his cock inching inside me.
I wince and clench my thighs tighter around him from the sting and pinch my eyes closed. I had no idea just the crown of his cock would hurt this bad.
“Hey, look at me, darling.” His arms unwrap from around me so his hands can cup my face. “Look at me,” he begs. He stops all his movements and lets me get adjusted, even though only an inch is inside me.
Trident must be changing his mind. This can’t be appealing to a man. I open my eyes and notice my lashes are wet, but the concern in his eyes soothes me.
“I won’t do anything you do not want to do. I know it hurts. It will for a minute or so, but after that, I promise to give you nothing but pleasure.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “You must think—”
He silences me with his finger, gently placing it against my lips. “I’m only thinking how blessed I am to finally be between your legs, kissing you, talking to you instead of fighting with you. I’m only thinking about how much I love being the only man that’s ever been between your thighs. I’m only thinking how you’re the only woman that’s ever made my heart race and trip over itself just by looking at you, darling.”
He brushes his nose against mine. “No other woman has driven me mad and made me hard at the same time.” Trident smiles against my lips. “And that’s a wicked combination.” Trident slips his hand down my body and squeezes my breasts. “You’re perfection.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth and lashes the beaded nub like a whip.
My legs relax and fall to the sides, allowing him better access.
“You sure? We can stop.”
“I don’t want to stop.” I rake my nails down his back until I grab his arse.
“You’re mine, Sylvie. Mine.” He thrusts forward in one hard stroke, piercing through the barrier that’s kept me innocent for so long. “So damn tight,” he groans as his sack settles against my rear, and he slides deep into me.
“How do you feel, darling?” He peppers kisses along my face, wiping a few teardrops that have escaped from my eyes.
“I’m fine. You’re just so big.” I try and take a few deep breaths to relax and get past the sting.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat and digs his fingers into my shoulder. “You cannot say things like that from that pretty mouth while I’m inside you. You make me want to come. And I’m better than that. I can last longer than two seconds to bring you pleasure. I refuse to come again. Not before you.”
I giggle, covering my mouth with my hands when I see the worried expression on his face. “I’m sure you say that to all the woman you find yourself in bed with.”
He opens his eyes and pushes the hair out of my face. “Nay, I’ve never cared for them how I care for you. It was instant with you. I only care about making you feel good, but my orgasm is already at the tip of my cock, and I want to fill you up and keep fucking you, soaking you with my come until you spasm on my cock.”
“Oh,” I say, stunned. I don’t know how that will feel. But I trust him. Despite everything between us, I trust him.
He lifts my leg around his waist, which causes him to slide in a little deeper. His hair falls in his face, and his pupils dilate as he looks at me. “Oh, indeed, my lady.” He pulls out and slides back in.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Oh!” I moan in wanton ecstasy.
“That’s right. Oh, oh, oh!” He slams forward, giving me the pleasure he promised.
The sting is no longer there. It’s gone. It’s replaced with a flood of fire and lightning crackling through my body. The only sound is our breaths mixing and our skin slapping together as he takes me for the ride of my life.
I hold onto him tightly, my fingers clutching on the impressive, muscular expanse of his back. With every thrust, there is that raw hint of pain. It isn’t major, but it’s just enough to remind me that he is my first. Trident is that man that has my virginity, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He slams his mouth to mine, kissing me in a desperate frenzy. Thunder cracks outside, and usually I’d jump from being scared, but it’s barely a muted sound in the distance. All I’m concentrating on is the roaring of my blood in my ears and the pleasurable sounds coming from Trident’s lips.
He sucks on my neck, nibbling and licking, marking me as his. I can’t get enough. He grabs onto my breasts, his forehead on my chest, and his hair tickles my skin around my ribs when it falls. It’s damp with sweat and rain, just like our skin.
With every thrust he gives me, thunder rolls outside, and I can’t tell if it is Trident shaking the ground beneath us or the natural act of mother nature.
“Trident,” I whimper, feeling the heightened senses encasing my body again.
He drops my legs, straightening them and causing the base of his cock to rub against my clit. He moves faster. His abs bulge with strength as he thrusts his cock into me.
“Oh, goddess!” I shout, scratching my nails down his chest to leave red lines of broken skin. “Trident!” I scream his name at the same time lightning strikes. It doesn’t drown out the intensity.
“That’s it. Give it to me. Give me your come, darling because I’m about to give you mine,” he commands, the words muffled against my chest to the point where all I feel is his hot breaths.
And I do. I give him all of it. Once one orgasm is done, another one hits me again, and this time tears form in my eyes. It’s all too much. I feel as though I’m going to pass out.
“Sylvie, Sylvie, Sylvie,” he chants, bathing my channel with his warm seed.
We kiss lazily. It’s messy. Our tongues lap at one another, and finally he falls to the side, his cock still connected as he pulls me close.
That was amazing. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. A moment of guilt hits me because I just had sex with the enemy, but as I lay here, sated, and dare I say in love, I’ve come to the conclusion he isn’t my enemy.
And I’m not his.
It’s everyone else who is.
Chapter Nineteen
Trident
Not one part of me regrets what we just did.
I’m not second guessing it. I’m not over thinking it. I’m happy. All the fighting, all the butting heads, all the anger and frustration, it was just building lust and denial. It was hidden passion. We were fighting what our hearts craved, and while I had to get a slap across the face for her to realize that she and I are supposed to happen, I’d have gladly taken a hundred more slaps in the face if it means I get to feel her hand on me.
Goddess, I sound like a fool.
I run my fingers up and down her arm in a soothing manner. The rain is still but a heavy sheet falling from the sky. The fire is strong beside us, popping and heating the small area. Our body heat helps warm each other as well. Right now, I’m comfortable. I never want to go back to the real world if it means leaving this safe space. No one can tear us apart, no one can judge us, no one can try and ruin what we have.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, kissing the top of her head.
She wiggles in my arms until her chest is pressed against mine. The motion makes my cock slip out from her. It makes me a bit sad, but also I have never felt more content. I look down and see her virginity smeared on me, and I puff my chest with pride. I’m her only one.
And I’ll make damn sure she is my last.
Her fingers brush through my chest hair, and I hum from how tranquil it makes me feel. “I’m not sure. I’m so happy and content right now. The fire is warm, the rain is soothing. You’re next to me, and to finally give up on fighting and feeling obligated to be angry at you, it’s a weight off my shoulders. It feels good, you know? It was more energy trying to hate you.”
I try and pull her closer, but it’s physically impossible. I stroke her hair and lay my chin on top of her head. “I know. The moment
I saw you at the border, I knew I wanted to be with you, and for you to end up being the one person I couldn’t have…” I shake my head. “I expected someone else entirely when I came through that window, and when I saw you, a piece of me broke off. I knew I’d never be the same.”
She tilts her chin up and smiles at me. “You want to know what I was really doing at the border?”
I run my knuckles down her cheeks—that are still flushed. “Tell me,” I murmur, completely enamoured.
I want to know everything about Sylvie. Everything she wishes and hopes for. Her dreams. What she loves to eat and drink. What makes her mad, which I think I already have a pretty good idea of that, and what makes her happy—something I know will be constant education on my end. Every day something will make her happy, and it’s my job to notice. Maybe it will be a flower or a bird, or a hint of sea air in the breeze. Whatever it is, I want to know it.
“My friend and I would go to the border when you and that other warrior patrolled. It took a while to figure out your schedule, but we finally did. From then on, every week we hid behind the bushes and trees and followed you. When you’d stop and camp out was our favorite. We thought you were so dangerous, and it was forbidden watching you. You were something we knew nothing about, but my eyes were always on you. I wanted to know you more. I never told Aya that. I pretended to enjoy the little stake out for her because she really likes your friend.”
“Jericho? Get out of town. That fool bastard is mad,” I bellow loud with laughter.
“I know. She likes that about him.”
“No, really. The man has a few loose screws in his head. His favorite thing to do is to catapult burning objects. He is a wild one.”
“She is smitten with him.”
“Well, maybe I’ll have to bring him to the border again, and they can meet,” I muse.
“Aye,” the word comes out broken and hopeless from her.
“What is it?” I ask.
“What’s going to happen, Trident? Is this it? Will this cave be all there is of us? Is there an us? Or once we get off this island, are we back to being enemies? If so, tell me now so I stop falling for you,” she asks, pressing her cheek to against my chest. It’s like she is readying herself for disappointment.
One night with Sylvie, one night of kissing her, making love to her, giving into what I feel for Sylvie, I’ll take it and cherish it forever. One night is better than nothing. But I want more.
“Look at me,” a deep rumble vibrates my chest. I pull my head back and place my thumb under her chin. I seem to be making a habit of that. “I don’t want this to come to an end. I don’t feel this way about anyone. I don’t let myself feel for women, but the moment I saw you, that changed. It will be a fight for us to be together, but I’m willing to fight for you. Lord Grimkael is a reasonable man. He fell in love with someone he wasn’t supposed to. Well, he demanded it, but it ended up working out for the best.”
“You think so?” she says with tinge of hope.
“I do, and if we must, we shall run.”
“You’d do that?” She props herself up on her elbow and plops her chin on her hand. “You’d leave everything to be with me? We hardly know each other.”
I take her hand and place it against my heart. “Aye, but this knows you. My soul knows you, Sylvie. I’m connected to you in ways I can’t explain. I’m tethered to you now. If I’m someone you don’t want, tell me now, because another day with you, Sylvie, and I’m going to love you. Put me out of my misery because yearning for you and not knowing if you feel the same is torture.”
“I’ve wanted you for months, Trident. Before we ever spoke. I watched you. It sounds… worse than it is. I was just curious at first.” She blushes with a small grin, tinted with guilt from getting caught. “There was something about you calling to me.”
“And now?” I question her, hoping I answered the call.
“And now…” she rubs her hands over my chest. “Now I know why there’s such a strong pull toward you. I’m meant to be here in your arms. Nothing has ever felt better.”
I kiss her forehead and wrap her up tight in my arms, pulling her as close as I can until every part of our bodies are touching. I’m not sure where we go from here, and I don’t know what will happen when I get back home. I knew I could love Sylvie from the moment I saw her. Her being the Lord Aland’s daughter changed my plan completely, because now I have fallen for the person I was supposed to use as leverage.
And now I can’t.
Letting her go is no longer an option. I can’t. Every day, from the time those warriors got the best of me, she has stolen a piece of me, including the days I didn’t see her. Now? Hell, it’s impossible to not hand myself over to her fire, her light, her ferocious personality. She slays me with her fierce spirit, and I want nothing more than to bind myself to it.
We lay in silence, listening to the rain pound against the ground. Thunder rolls every few seconds. It becomes soft and relaxing.
“What’s going to happen, Trident?” she whispers. “What’s going to happen to us?”
“I don’t know, but what I do know is that I’ll do everything I can for us to be together. I won’t stop until we are. Whatever forces we face; I’ll face them head on.”
“We. We shall face them head on.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were meant to be a warrior,” I smile, trying to lighten the mood.
“Maybe my life would be happier if I was born a man, so I could be a warrior.”
“My life would not be. I’d miss out on you. On this. On us. No way. Don’t sentence me to that nightmare,” I bring my lips to her shoulder, kissing the flawless skin. “Tell me about your life at home. I want to know everything about you.”
She lets out a large exhale. “There’s not much to say. I’m the only child. Life was great as of a few years ago. My parents made sure I had the best education, the best of everything. I would paint and take French lessons and etiquette classes, which are a snooze, by the way.”
I chuckle, imagining her actually having to be ladylike.
“I was never truly happy, but I knew it could be worse. A lot of the people in our village are poor, and they didn’t get the same opportunities that I had. I knew I was lucky, but then something happened. I’m still not a hundred percent sure. My parents turned so cruel. My best friend Aya was the only thing normal I held onto. They were desperate for me to marry a wealthy man. I’d skip out on all the parties until the last one.”
My fits clench at the thought of a man having his hand around her waist, twirling her to a slow song.
“My mother slapped me across the face.”
“What?” I hiss, rage flashing. I want to kill anyone that would lay hands on her, man or woman.
“She called me ungrateful, and they made me write apology notes. And then the party happened, and you know the rest. I’m leverage for them too, so even if you did take me back home, my life won’t be how I want it to be.”
“What do you want?” I question her, knowing what I want more than anything in this life.
“I want this. I want you. I want children and a home. I don’t care if the home is nothing but one room. I want to wash my own clothes and cook my own food. I know it sounds so silly, but—”
“Freedom. You just want your freedom to be able to do what you want, when you want, and love who you want.”
“Yes. I’ve never had it before. It’s like I served a life sentence in prison and now I’m breathing fresh air for the first time. You’re the fresh air, Trident.”
I flip her over onto her back and push her hair out of her face, my hands cupping each side of her head. “And you are mine, Sylvie.”
My eyes dart between hers before I press my lips against her mouth. This time, the frenzy and the rush to feel her and be inside her isn’t fast and consuming. Everything that has been said has created this bubble around us. A bubble of hope and the promise of a future. My heart bursts, thinking
that the rest of my life is going to be spent with her.
I’m sure of it. The feeling is set in my bones.
Sylvie meets me halfway, easing my tongue between her lips and wrapping hers around mine in an erotic slow dance. With every stroke my cock gets harder, and my heart beats faster. I turn my head to the right, moving my mouth against hers in another direction. Her lips are soft, reminding me of the finest silk. We lay there, just like that, kissing and rubbing each other with our hands, exploring all the dips and curves our bodies have to offer.
Sylvie hooks her legs behind my back, and in a move, I do not expect, flips us until I’m on my back, staring up at her sensual body and bountiful breasts. Goddess, what a view. My cock is at full mast, laying against the crease of her ass. The heat of her pussy is right there, teasing me. A bead of precum squirts from the slit, and I feel it drip down my shaft. She tosses those thick, red strands over her shoulder, showing more of her pale flesh and the curve of her collarbone. I’m not sure what it is about that curve, but I want to nibble it every time I see it.
“You look good up there,” I grunt, running my hands up and down her sides, appreciating the beauty looking down on me. The undercurve of her tits are darkened by shadows. I can’t help myself. I let my fingers skim over her ribcage—she shudders—and I follow the natural roundness of her mounds, twisting her nipple between my fingers.
She moans, rocking back against me, and that’s when I feel how wet she is.
I groan in response, trying to keep myself in check. She’s probably sore and swollen. She needs rest.
“Trident, I want you,” she says drunk off my touch.
“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.
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