Her elbows locked as she pushed away from him. Worried, he checked her face for signs of distress. Her eyes were still unfocused, her pupils huge. Her lips were parted, her lungs working hard to catch up with their exertion. She started to sniffle, then big tears began to stream down her face.
Kelan carried her over to the shower bench, which he straddled. Still embedded deep within her, he sat down and leaned back against the tiled wall. He rubbed her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his. He could feel and hear her crying.
“I hurt you,” he stated without waiting for her to speak.
She shook her head. She was sucking air now.
“Easy, Fiona, my heart. Easy. Tell me what’s happening.”
She lifted up to look at him. They were still connected intimately. She cupped his cheeks and kissed his eyes. “I am so in love with you, Kelan. For the first time in my life, I feel whole. How could I have lived so long without you?”
He caught her chin in his palm. “Did you enjoy it?”
She laughed. “Did I enjoy it? Kelan”—she looked into his eyes—“it’s as if you showed me a new color I’d never seen before. Or let me hear when I was deaf before. You showed me something about my body I’d never experienced.”
Kelan huffed a short laugh then relaxed against the wall. “You said you hadn’t pleasured yourself before. Why not?”
“I didn’t know how.”
Kelan grinned. “You could have watched a video.”
Rosy color blossomed across her face. “I did. And I tried to do what she was doing, but I didn’t know if I was doing it right.”
“Did it feel good when you tried?”
“Yes.”
His cock jerked to life inside her, widening and expanding in the warm, wet sheath of her. She adjusted her position over him, moving to her knees, stretching upward. Everything in his body tightened as her body tugged at him. He thrust in to her.
“Touch yourself now.”
She looked worried. He held still until she complied, and when she did, he saw the passion that rippled across her face and through her entire body. Her brows knitted. He grinned up at her, was still grinning when her crystalline blue eyes, now dark and dilated, met his.
He pressed his thumb over her two fingers, increasing the pressure against her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath, then her hips ground against his, her inner muscles tightening like a fist over his cock. Beckoning…beckoning…but still he held off.
“I was afraid,” he whispered, looking up at her. “I wasn’t sure we would fit together.”
“But we’re two halves of a whole.”
“We are.” He smiled, warmed by her words. He caught her breasts in his hands and held her nipples. He felt the tremor that sent through her body. Leaning forward, he took one in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he began to pump inside her.
She moved with him, rocking forward, leaning back, going straight up and down, fast, then slow. And goddamn, just like that, she was perfect at fucking. He smiled as he kissed her neck. He licked her small, feminine voice box. His lips felt for the pulse in her neck and gently pulled at the place where it beat, faster and harder as their bodies thrust against each other.
When her release overcame her again, he was right there with her, hot and hard, and so deep inside her.
He leaned back against the tiled wall, glad that it was cool despite the steam of the shower. He flattened his hand against her stomach, absorbing the soft feel of her from her hips to her breasts.
“I love you.” He looked up at her face. “I never want to make you cry again, Fiona. I vow to you that I will put you before me. Your joy before mine. Your welfare before my own. Your dreams before mine. And I will put us, our family, before the team, before my job, before the world.”
She leaned forward, still connected to him, and caught his hands in hers. She brought them to her chest, held them in the valley between her breasts. “I vow the same to you. But I know how important what you do is—for me, and ours, and everyone. Sometimes, doing for others first is the best thing. I know that. And I accept that.”
He nodded. “I come from a long line of warriors, Fiona.” She looked at the ink on his big arm and gently touched it. “Without my work, I’m not sure I know what I am. But if it interferes with us, I will learn a new me.”
Her smile was pensive. “How did I ever find you?”
“I told you. We were fated.”
She touched his face, moving gently over bruises he’d forgotten he had. “I’m ready for what comes next.”
He eased himself from her body and straightened. “We’d best turn off the water before they come to see if we’ve drowned ourselves.”
She nodded. He left her on the bench and turned off the shower, then grabbed a couple of towels from the warming rack. After helping her to her feet, he wrapped one around her shoulders then started to dry her hair with the other.
She tucked the towel around her body, then pulled the other from her head and handed it to him. He wrapped it around his hips. Lifting her face, he gave her a worried look.
“I wish we could safely relax and sleep for the night, but we can’t. I don’t know what King has in store for us, but I think we should get dressed just in case he doesn’t wait until the morning to come for us.”
*
Their closets opened off the bathroom, so they went their separate ways. Fiona flipped on the light switch, stunned again at the room before her. Whose quarters were they in? She’d heard the guy who brought them here say King had made this suite for them, but that just didn’t make sense.
Well, the reality was that none of it mattered…and none of it made sense. She needed something to wear, and there was plenty to pick from. She hoped whomever they belonged to wouldn’t mind her using them.