Hmm, again.
Then he spoke again to the view. “You’ll not have any problems in future, Cora. You do, you tell me instantly.”
Oh dear.
I felt it prudent to agree, quickly and softly, so I did. “Okay, honey.”
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
I kind of was. I hadn’t had anything since breakfast.
“Um… yes?” I asked back cautiously and his eyes cut to me.
“You either are or you aren’t, love,” he clipped.
“I am,” I whispered.
“Do you want to eat up here or in the dining room?”
I wanted to ask which dining room since, in my lonely tour of the castle, I saw three.
“Where do you want to eat?” I asked instead.
“Up here,” he grunted. “That way, when we’re done, I don’t have to waste time walking all the way up here to get you in my bed.”
Hmm.
“Okay,” I said quietly.
“Go pull the bell,” he muttered.
“Okay,” I repeated and scrambled off his lap
Halfway across the patio, I chanced a glance back and saw him drain my wineglass.
I bit my lip and turned back.
Oh boy.
* * *
Tor was up on a hand, arm straight, body at an angle, his weight distributed on his other forearm which was in the bed, his fingers laced in mine.
And his h*ps were between my legs, he was inside me, driving deep as his fiery eyes held mine captive.
I was close, so freaking close, God, he was big, he could move and he felt so damned good.
“Tor,” I breathed, communicating it was coming.
He buried himself deep, my neck arched and he stopped.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice thick.
I forced my chin down and tried to focus on him.
“Cora, look at me,” he repeated and I blinked the haze away.
“I see you,” I whispered, my hand at his chest running through the hair down to his flat stomach. “Don’t stop, baby.”