He was still dressed, and so was she, the robe as yet draped upon her shoulders and arms. And the bench was cutting into her shoulder blades and the back of her head. And the air around her was not as warm as the passion had been.
How strange, she thought. Even though they had shared so much before, these moments just now had taken them up to and over a great divide.
She wondered how that would make him feel -
Tohrment lifted his head and stared down at her. There was no particular expression on his face, neither joy nor sorrow nor guilt.
He just looked at her.
"Are you okay?" he said.
As her voice appeared to have deserted her, she nodded, even though she wasn't sure what she felt. Physically, her body was fine - in fact, it continued to welcome the presence inside of its recesses. But until she knew how he was, she couldn't testify to anything else.
The last female he had been with had been his shellan. . . . And surely that was on his mind in this tense silence.
Chapter Forty-Six
Tohr stayed frozen right where he was, poised over No'One, erection still buried in her body, his sex twitching to keep going even as he put a lock on his lust.
He waited for his conscience to start screaming.
He prepared himself for an overwhelming desolation that he had been with another female.
He was. . . ready for something, anything to cough up out of his chest - despair, anger, frustration.
All he got was the sense that what had just happened was the beginning, not an end.
Shifting his eyes to No'One's face, he searched her features, looking for any indication that he'd swapped her for his shellan, probing his internal wiring for signs of alarm. . . bracing himself for some great explosion.
All he felt was a sense of rightness.
Reaching up, he brushed back a strand of blond hair from her face. "You sure you're okay?"
"Are you?"
"Yeah. I kind of am. . . . I mean, I truly am. . . okay. Guess I was prepared for anything but that, if it makes any sense?"
The smile that bloomed on her face was nothing short of the sun's radiance, the expression transforming her features into a beauty so resplendent, she took his ever-loving breath away.
So kind. So compassionate. So accepting.
He wouldn't have been able to do this with anyone else.
"Mind if we try that again?" he said in a soft voice.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. "Please. . . "
The tone in her voice made his cock jump inside of her, her slick, tight heat stroking it on a oner, making him ready to roar and start pounding away again.
Except it wasn't fair to ask her to lie on that hard bench.
Tunneling his arms around her, he held her close to his chest and let his heavy thighs do the work of picking them both up. When they were on his feet, he kissed her again, tilting his head and working his mouth over hers as he palmed her bottom and braced himself to start moving. Using his arms, he lifted her up and down on his arousal, kissing what he could of her throat and her collarbones as he penetrated her at a different, deeper angle.
She was incredible, enveloping him, holding him tightly, the friction making him want to bite her just for the taste of her.
Faster. Even faster.
The robe was swinging wildly, and No'One must have hated the flapping as much as he did, because she abruptly dumped the thing, scraping it free of her shoulders and letting it fall to the tile. As her arms returned around his neck, she tightened her hold - which was just fine with him.