Rohan stretched out on top of me, pressing me into the mattress and the cloudlike softness of a billion thread count sheets. I ran my foot along his calf, his toes flexing at my touch. He pressed hot kisses down my neck and along my collar bone, then sucked my tit into his mouth, his teeth scraping along my sensitive skin.
I arched up under him.
Rohan caressed every inch of my body, whispering my name between breaths. I tried to burn this moment into my brain: the slight rasp of his voice when he was aroused, the scratch of his stubble when he turned his cheek to my belly, the heavy warmth of his hands cradling me like I was his birthday present. I willed myself to focus on the heat spreading like wildfire with every touch and not the tightness in my chest.
He licked my clit and I bucked off the bed. "Nicely played, Snowflake."
"Not everything between us is a game." Another lick. The delightful sound of a second condom package opening.
"Isn't it?"
He crawled up my body, pinning my hands over my head as he rocked against me. Not yet inside. "Is it a game how badly I want you?"
I dug my heels into the blankets. The heavy ache between my legs grew. "I don't know."
Rohan sank bank onto his calves, jerking my legs up to ninety degrees as he planted himself deep inside me. "Does this feel like a game?" He gripped my ass, tilting my hips up, filling me more completely.
My legs trembled. Rohan adjusted them so they'd rest against his chest. He sucked my toe into his mouth, his hand sliding along my calf with a possessive glide. "It's not," he said, when I didn't answer.
It didn't make it real though, either. Still, he'd been honest and he was deeper inside me, connected more intimately than anyone had ever been. He deserved honesty, too. I met his eyes. "I don't want to be alone in the dark either."
He groaned helplessly and surged up against me. His fingers biting into my hips, he claimed me. Strong. Lethal. Fucking ruthless.
We'd both been ruthless with each other. It amped my desire and broke my heart.
I writhed in sheer wanton abandonment as he fucked me into the mattress. Still-damp strands plastered to my face. The blood roared in my veins, the emptiness I'd clung to all day blown away by the storm raging inside me, bringing with it impending bliss.
Our bodies were fever hot. A primordial fire, all-consuming. I fell into the tensing and clenching of my core. Into that fine edge of pleasure and pain that only Rohan properly satisfied.
He gave a wicked groan and called my name, his orgasm triggering my own. These mutual orgasms were a recurrence between us that bewildered, delighted, and terrified me in equal measure. Stars danced under my closed lids, my body shuddering, then slowing to stillness. He fell against me and kissed my forehead. The lazy smile he gave me was my personal Aurora Borealis, wondrous, mysterious, and lighting up my world. Anything Samson had ever made me feel, even with all his sorcery, had been nothing in comparison.
I craved Rohan again so badly it physically hurt. I balled my hands into the mattress.
He slid his hands around my back, cradling me to him before reaching past me to pull the covers up over us.
"You want me to stay?"
He nudged his leg between mine. "Back to thinking," he chided. His arms tightened around me. I took it as a yes.
The first time we woke up, we were a tangle of limbs that slid into a sleepy lazy fuck. The second time, Rohan woke up first but given what he was doing with his tongue, I didn't sleep much longer.
The third time, I woke up before him, watching him sleep on his stomach. Dawn was breaking, a soft hazy light infusing the room. Rohan's hair had fallen into his eyes, and one arm was thrown off the bed. The blanket had ridden down, a spill of cloth bunching at the base of his spine. I traced a finger over his heart tattoo on his bicep, memorizing the lines of his muscles. Sure, I'd see him shirtless again when we trained, but not in bed like this. I'd be able to fight him, but I'd never again be allowed this gentleness.
I moved my hand up his arm, along his shoulders, my fingers ghosting over his body. Trailing my hand down to his Kshatriya tattoo on his back, I placed my hand against his skin, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breathing under my palm as he slept.
Even if I'd considered a relationship with him for a second, I wasn't the one for him. It was one thing for him to want me in the dark, in the dead of night, but I saw how he looked at Lily. He needed the light she brought him. I wasn't capable of that, and even if I was or I wanted it, I had enough on my plate with the demon hunting gig. No, I had no desire to be Rohan's sun.