Page 90 of Boundless

The bird flew in the air and the fae lights that had been on around the room dimmed to almost nothing, possibly at Rune’s command. Like that, I could clearly see the bird as it flew near the tall ceiling in circles, silent but cheerful to be there. Or at least it looked like that to me.

Then Rune took my hand and turned me toward the tub that was already filled halfway. “Go on. Get in,” he whispered, and held me by the waist while I stepped into the tub. The waterwas warm, the perfect temperature, and I was sure it was Rune’s shadows that were keeping it that way.

When I got in, Rune moved fast, took his own shoes and pants off without ever breaking eye contact with me, but kept his shirt on. Like that, he got into the tub behind me, and with his hands on my waist and his lips pressed to my ear, he said, “Sit.”

I didn’t have to be told twice.

I sat in the tub and the faucet was moving, turning itself off, guided by Rune’s shadows that I hadn’t even seen him use. And he sat, too—on the silver edge of the tub, his hands on me the whole time until he settled me right between his legs.

The water covered me up to my nipples. Rune set my head over his thigh gently and began to wet my shoulders and chest and arms little by little. My eyes closed and my soul finally rested. With the blue light of my bird behind my lids and the water hugging my body and Rune’s hands all over me—I finally, really rested, and I didn’t move an inch for the longest time.

I let go of the anger and the sadness, and those memories that hung like omens right over my head even now, so powerful because of the fear that fueled them. The fear that I might wake up right now in a different fucking world and start to spiral out of control all over again.

I must have lost track of time—or maybe even fell asleep at some point—but when my eyes opened again, I was still in the tub. The water hadn’t cooled at all and Rune was still pouring it over my shoulders, touching my neck, caressing my hair, never making a single sound.

A look up at his bloodshot eyes, and my stomach ignited as if by the press of a button.

He was staring at my body so intently, at my nipples that just peaked through the water. I pushed myself farther up and touched his cock with my shoulder—he was hard.

That’s all it took for my body to come alive, except when I made to move a little higher up, Rune put his hand over my chest and pushed me down again. Our eyes locked. His lips were parted and he breathed heavily. His hand moved down to my breasts and he ran his fingertips over my nipples. I could have been sitting in a tub full of flames all of the sudden.

“Rune,” I whispered, and even my whisper cracked.

He leaned down until his lip hovered over mine. “I’m going to take care of you, wildling. And you’re going sit there and enjoy it.”

It was a damn order, and I willingly obeyed.

The next second he kissed me, and his tongue was in my mouth, exploring, devouring, like only he knew how. His hand was on my breasts, massaging, caressing, and the other slid lower, down to my stomach, his touch feather light but so damn intense at the same time. And the water gave everything a brand-new feel.

Rune took his time and played with me, and though a part of me was desperate, impatient to feel all of him everywhere on me, I sat back and I let him set his own pace. The more he touched me, the slower he went, the more I realized that I neededthis. I needed to justbe. Sit here in his arms and exist only to be pleased.

That was exactly what I did.

When his fingers slipped between my legs and pressed onto my clit, I came undone within seconds, and it was exhilarating. Faster than ever before, and that was because I wasn’t thinking, wasn’t trying to move, to touch him, to hold back.

I came with his name on my lips, and he swallowed my every whisper into his mouth eagerly—but he wasn’t done. I was still reeling from the aftermath of the first orgasm, but somehow he continued to touch me, to rub me, to press the tips of his fingers to my entrance with exactly the right pressure, and I was on firelike I never came in the first place. The water moved in perfect rhythm with his hand, adding to everything so perfectly, but that wasn’t all.

When he pushed me to sit a little straighter so he could have better access to my body, he sat up, too, to give me space, and that’s when I saw the water. It was black, overrun by his shadows, and they moved together with it. I could have sworn I was sitting in a tub of black ink, except when the water moved on the sides of the tub, it didn’t stain the white of it. It was just magic, and it was all over me, touching every little inch of me at the same time.

Rune let go of me for just a second, took his shirt off, and sat in the tub behind me. I couldn’t move if I tried. I only watched him position me as he liked, there between his legs. He lay me down against his chest, put the back of my head on the crook over his shoulder. Mesmerized, I watched the shadows in the water moving, and I couldn’t see his hands, but I felt them all over me, massaging, digging into my skin, rubbing me exactly right. I didn’t see his face but felt his burning lips on my cheek and my ear, my forehead and my eyes, and before I knew it, the bathroom was filled with my moans, and my body was moving against the black water and his shadows relentlessly.

My God, I had never experienced anything like it. It was like I had hands all over me,Rune’shands. His shadows touched me with exactly the right speed and precision, too.

Meanwhile, I touched the clouds with mine, over and overand overagain…

Never did I think possible that I could lose count of my orgasms, but this time I did. Because he didn’t stop, didn’t give me a second to breathe even when I came screaming at the top of my lungs, both from his hands, and his praise that he whispered in my ear, and his shadows that added intensity to everything he was doing to me.

I thought I might pass out soon, and I would willingly surrender to anything he asked. At that point it was pretty clear to me that he knew me and what I needed so much better than I ever could, so it was ridiculously easy to submit to Rune.

But before I did, he suddenly growled as he bit the side of my neck, then grabbed me by the hips and basically hauled me out of the water within the second.

I held onto his forearms, too surprised to even scream, but then Rune was already moving me down again, higher up on his hips. On his hard cock that I’d gotten so used to feeling against my back, I hadn’t even noticed.

He was still wearing his boxer shorts, though, so when I sat on him, I didn’t feel him against my folds right away. But he kept his hands on my hips and he pushed me forward and back on his cock, and my head fell back with a moan that the entire kingdom could have heard.

Fuck, he felt so good, it was insane. How was it that I could never get enough? With everything he gave me, every touch and rub and orgasm, it just made me want more, never less.

“That’s it, Wildcat. Arch your back for me,” he said under his breath, and just the sound of him activated some primitive part of me that went fucking feral. My back arched even more, and I pushed my hair to the side to give him a better view, and I held onto his arms and gave strength to my movements, forward and back, the length of him underneath that fabric fitting perfectly between my folds.