King of the Seditious

Savage was not wrong. Once he caught her waist and hoisted her atop one of the ale barrels he was able to meet her gaze, holding her motionless as he palmed her thighs and slid her skirt up with his wrists as his hands glided over her smooth flesh.

“Savage...” She pleaded.

Keeping her gaze, he slowly shook his head. Telling her he’d be merciless.

He’d watched her lock up the alehouse and knew it was now fully abandoned, shutters locked. He stripped his little wraith of her pretty blue dress and immediately began molding her familiar body with his hands. Cherishing every curve in smooth caresses. Admiring the way she soon squirmed with need under his ministrations.

But he was unwilling to sate her just yet. Letting his touch torment, her for far longer than he normally would’ve. Watching the pained expressions crossing her face as she finally surrendered to his touch. Thrusting her body toward him and wrapping her bare legs around his hips as she pleaded for him to fill her.

He gave a low chuckle, framing her face in his palms as he dropped his lips to hers. Moving over her sweet lips and coaxing them open. Feeling her lift her hips as her mouth opened with the same willingness to take him in.

“Soon.” He promised. Sweeping up her cloak from next to them he wrapped it around her and lifted her by the waist. Still wrapped around him. Catching her dress with his free hand and holding it against her lower back as he tugged her hood low over her face so no one would see her.

Though all are likely at rest this time of night.

Typically, once Winter’s Haven was shut down for the night the drunkards would even take to their bedrolls.

Too tired and intoxicated to do much more than that.

Savage unlocked the front door and peered out. Verifying the coast was clear, he stepped out into the dumping rain. Kicking the door closed and turning the key before pocketing it for her. He resumed kissing her as he held her to him.

His feet automatically finding their way to his large tent.

She tossed back the flap so they could go inside. He laid her out on his blankets and took the cloak off as quickly as he’d put it on. Working over her body again to ensure she was just as heated as she’d been a short time ago.

Only then did he step from his breeches and remove his hard member for her to greedily clasp.

She guided it to her entrance and jerked upward to meet him. Stuffing him inside her.

He gave a long groan at the feel of her. Sinking into her heat.

She moaned and clawed desperately at his shoulders and back as he stilled. Simply savoring the feel of her soft body wrapping around him.

Taking me in. In ways her mind won’t allow.

And ways she locked me out of her heart.

But this, this is mine. And he began moving slowly into her.

And this wasn’t something Savage was willing to give up on yet.

Not with her.

Beginning to pump more ferociously as her moans became louder and the rain pelting the tent gained ferocity until a wild wind whipped up to add its rage to the tormented weather.

Echoing the ferocious nature of the man taking Dimurah on the blanketed floor of his tent with all the fervor of a starved animal. Pumping into her so violently that they slid toward the other end of the tent.

Her legs wrapped his back and despite that they both knew she’d be sore, she was begging for more.

For how long?

Doesn’t matter. I’ll give it to her for however long she’ll take it.

He gave an animal grunt as he gripped her shoulders to pound into her more steadily.

She arched her back and let him in deeper until he could feel she couldn’t take anymore.

She came. Claws and teeth sinking into him as she screamed in pleasure. Pulsing around him in her ecstasy.

Quick on the heels of her rapture, he poured into her. Spilling seed as he claimed her for his yet again.

He was staring at the ceiling. One arm tucked under her. When she sat up. Something heavy on her mind.

“Do you remember bringing me here, Jaxson?” Dimurah’s thick red waves of hair spilled over her shoulder as she looked at him with a horribly pained expression.

His hand still hovered in the air where she’d been. He hadn’t even noticed she’d awakened, she’d done it so fast.

What’d I do now? He assessed her strange expression.

At length, he tilted his head at her in assent.

“You saw me with the trader that day.”

Back on the docks. The first time he’d glimpsed her, then the second and third.

“Why are we rehashing this?” He said a bit harshly.

She looked wounded. “It needs saying.”

I don’t want to talk about you suffering.

I don’t want to hear your whimpers at night for you remembering.

“I don’t want to discuss this.” He said more sharply than he intended.

“Of course, you don’t!” She leapt to her feet. Sweeping up her dress to tug it over her head, unclasped and all. She swept her cloak over her shoulders and with that she was gone.

He watched her go quietly. Unsure what to say to stop her.

She turned to peer over her shoulder at him as she was stepping through the tent flap. “Nothing to say to me?”

“No.”

What can I say?

Everything I say will be wrong.

“Of course, you don’t!” She spat snidely. “You never do have anything to say to me, do you?”

He opened his mouth to argue but before he could the flap slapped closed, and she was gone. Groaning he fell backward and flopped his hand over his brow to massage the bridge of his nose.