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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 48 из 148I tried not to, but I began to writhe, not closer, but farther away, crawling away from that hard, sharp pain.
He grabbed my hair, tight. Held me in place while he pounded himself into me.
I screamed, and this time, it held words. “Finish, Goddess, please finish. Go, just go.”
He jerked me up on my knees, using my hair like a lever to press our bodies against each other. He was still buried in me, but the position was better. It was a little less deep and didn’t hurt.
He wrapped his other arm around the front of my body, and held me tight against the front of his. He tightened the hand in my hair, drawing a sound from me that wasn’t pain.
He spoke with his mouth pressed against the side of my face. “I know that I hurt you before, but already your body forgives me. So soon, and you make pleasure noises for me.” He jerked my head back with his handful of my hair. It did hurt, but I liked it anyway. I just did.
“You like this,” he whispered against my face, and I felt wind against my face.
“Yes,” I said.
“But not the other,” he said, and the wind buffeted us, hard enough that we swayed for a moment. I rolled my eyes past him and found the ceiling crawling with clouds. Clouds that could have been the twins of the ones moving under his skin.
He jerked my hair again, brought me back to his face. “I thought I would come too soon, and now I am taking too long.”
“You will not come until the storm does.” It was Abeloec’s voice, but strangely not.
Mistral loosened his hold on my hair, so we could both look at the other man. What I saw was eyes that spun with crimson, emerald, and sapphire, as if they were full of liquid jewels. His hair was flared out around him, but not because the wind pulled it — more like the tail of a bird, or a cloak held carefully out by some invisible hands. The lines of color glowed through that hair, and went out into the dark like rope. The ropes of glowing color found dark shapes outside our circle of power. All the men out there in the dead gardens were covered in those lines. I tried to see if they were all right, but the thunder rolled through us, and it was as if the world itself shook with it.
Mistral shuddered around me, inside me, and that made me shudder. He hugged me tight with both of his strong arms. Not hurting me for a moment, not trying to. “If taking you from behind is too much, then what else is left? I have hurt you in front, as well.”
I leaned back against his body, letting myself rest against him completely.
He grabbed my hair, tight. Held me in place while he pounded himself into me.
I screamed, and this time, it held words. “Finish, Goddess, please finish. Go, just go.”
He jerked me up on my knees, using my hair like a lever to press our bodies against each other. He was still buried in me, but the position was better. It was a little less deep and didn’t hurt.
He wrapped his other arm around the front of my body, and held me tight against the front of his. He tightened the hand in my hair, drawing a sound from me that wasn’t pain.
He spoke with his mouth pressed against the side of my face. “I know that I hurt you before, but already your body forgives me. So soon, and you make pleasure noises for me.” He jerked my head back with his handful of my hair. It did hurt, but I liked it anyway. I just did.
“You like this,” he whispered against my face, and I felt wind against my face.
“Yes,” I said.
“But not the other,” he said, and the wind buffeted us, hard enough that we swayed for a moment. I rolled my eyes past him and found the ceiling crawling with clouds. Clouds that could have been the twins of the ones moving under his skin.
He jerked my hair again, brought me back to his face. “I thought I would come too soon, and now I am taking too long.”
“You will not come until the storm does.” It was Abeloec’s voice, but strangely not.
Mistral loosened his hold on my hair, so we could both look at the other man. What I saw was eyes that spun with crimson, emerald, and sapphire, as if they were full of liquid jewels. His hair was flared out around him, but not because the wind pulled it — more like the tail of a bird, or a cloak held carefully out by some invisible hands. The lines of color glowed through that hair, and went out into the dark like rope. The ropes of glowing color found dark shapes outside our circle of power. All the men out there in the dead gardens were covered in those lines. I tried to see if they were all right, but the thunder rolled through us, and it was as if the world itself shook with it.
Mistral shuddered around me, inside me, and that made me shudder. He hugged me tight with both of his strong arms. Not hurting me for a moment, not trying to. “If taking you from behind is too much, then what else is left? I have hurt you in front, as well.”
I leaned back against his body, letting myself rest against him completely.