Page 131 of Boundless

I no longer asked questions nor did I want him to give me answers. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to have Rune for as long as I could with no interruption.

So, while he fed me delicious grapes, I raised my head and kissed him.

It was slow at first, and I took my time to kiss his lips, lick and bite them to my heart’s desire, and Rune let me. Slowly, I turned toward him and straddled him, wrapped my arms around his neck to make sure he couldn’t go anywhere if he tried.

The fire burned in the fireplace, giving him a rich orange hue on the left, while the blue light from the bird sitting on one of the windowsills on the other side bathed half his face in an ethereal glow. His hair was so smooth, and the colors seemed to beglidingon each string like they were made of liquid. His eyes were both fiery and a deep silvery blue, too, and I forgot to breathe as I analyzed his face for a minute, sitting there on his lap, our breaths one, our parted lips less than an inch apart. Who needed air, anyway, when I could kiss every part of his face, from his forehead down to his chin? I could touch his lashes with the tips of my fingers, then run them through his satin smooth hair. I could kiss lower down his neck, behind his ear while his breath hitched and goose bumps erupted everywhere on his skin, and his hands around my ass fisted tightly until I felt the perfect amount of pain to add to my pleasure.

He was hard, and I felt all his length as my body moved against him slowly. His hands on my hips intensified each new thrust more, and we were lost in each other’s mouths for a long time like that. It was exactly what I’d needed, but now I wanted more.

So did Rune.

With me in his arms still, he stood up and walked slowly, away from the windows, toward the bed that didn’t seem as intimidating or cold or dark anymore. He lightened up every dark corner of my life, inside and out, and I wanted to show him tonight exactly how much I appreciated it.

I was already unbuttoning the brown shirt he had on when he put me down, smoothed my hair behind my back as he analyzed my face, and I was focused on the buttons. They were tiny andmy hands were shaking with arousal, and I couldn’t get them to move fast enough.

Rune kissed my face gently just like I did his, and when I finally reached for the zipper of his pants, he squeezed my face between his hands and released a sigh.

“You undo me every time,” he breathed against my cheek. I had yet to find anything that thrilled me more than the idea of doingthisto him. Pleasing him. Being for him what he was for me.

“Then let me,” I whispered, and pushed his shirt to the sides to reveal his smooth chest, all those perfect curves and edges that made him.

I kissed my way down his neck and to his pecs, and every time he released his breath with a hiss, it turned me on even more. I fell to my knees in front of him and I was salivating by the time I pushed his pants and underwear down. Nothing in the world turned me on like the sight of his cock, hard and smooth and so perfectly pink I doubted I’d ever get enough of him.

Taking my time was no longer possible—I was hungry for him and I took him in my mouth all at once until the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.

Again—who needs air?

I certainly didn’t. Just his hands in my hair and his cock in my mouth and his soft moans every time he went so deep inside me I gagged were enough. The way he said my name, the way his thrusts became more desperate by the second, the way he fucked my mouth like he both thought I was the most fragile thing he’d ever known and like he wanted to use and abuse me thoroughly before he was done.

Then he grabbed the hair on the top of my head so hard my scalp was on fire, and he stopped me for a second. Brought his other hand under my chin as I moaned in complaint.

“Eyes up, wilding,” he said, and I had tears in my eyes—because who really needed to see?—but I blinked them away and I obeyed him like it was my life’s mission. “Good girl,” Rune growled, digging his fingers, pulling my hair harder before he thrust himself deep inside my mouth again. “Swallow every last drop.”

That, too, was an order I planned to obey—eagerly. The taste of his cum was everything, and now that he’d taken over, that he fucked my mouth like he really meant to break me open, it didn’t take long.

I was full of him, of his moans and his need and his cum now, too, so when he grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up,threwme on the bed like a fucking savage, all I could do was smile. Lick my lips. Wait for what I knew was coming.

Not sure which side of the bed we were lying on, but Rune climbed after me, pushed my legs to the sides and came closer, the orange light from the fireplace on the side of his naked body like fucking magic melted on his skin. My eyes were so damn hungry for him, but Rune was done giving me time and being gentle, it seemed, because the yellow shirt I had on? He grabbed it andtoreit off me in one movement.

Buttons everywhere. His hands were on me, and the pants followed my shirt soon after, and the sound of my panties being ripped apart made me scream out in pure ecstasy.

Something about his impatience to get me naked. Something about him ripping my clothes off and digging his fingers into my skin. If I wasn’t dripping already, even before he lowered himself and took a nipple in his mouth, sucked on it gently.

“My turn,” he whispered, then moved to the next, and down lower to my stomach. My hands were in his hair and I was pushing his head down instinctively, burning between my legs.

He looked up at me with that mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling,alivelike he had fireworks going off in his veins.

“Me coming in your mouth comes second to onlyonething. You know what that is?” he whispered, and as I watched, he stuck his tongue out and licked down below my belly button, and all the way to my pelvis.

My answer was a desperate cry as my hips shot up to meet his lips.

For a split second he paused, his mouth right over my clit, and he looked like the fucking devil as he stared up at me like that…

“You coming inmymouth, Wildcat.” And he dove in.

Pretty sure my soul left my body at least four times in the next hour, and the best I could do was scream out his name with every fiber in me, until I ran out of energy all the way.

The sunlight filtered beautifullythrough the clouds at sunrise. We’d slept for a while, but I’d woken up while it was dark still, and Rune had followed me to the windows soon after.