Reyn lay half on his chest, her hips off to the side as she kept her legs locked. Her lips left his mouth to kiss the beard, travelling down his throat then back up, nibbling at his bottom lip. Every sigh and caught breath he took made her heart beat that much faster, pumping heat through her veins. His one hand stayed curled in her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp as his other hand played with her breasts, the one area he could touch. Reyn felt slightly surprised at the amount of control he held, not pushing for anything more but her lips, his hands not straying an inch lower unless she guided him.
She was so used to him being rough in bed, always expecting it or begging for it. Their sex was explosive, delicious and mind-numbing. And yet, she couldn't remember the last time he pushed for sex and took it. Sure he had pushed for it, he had needs like hers, but the time's she had said no...he'd respected her.
Nereyda hadn't noticed the changes in him till now, hadn't realized how much he'd been caring for her in the last year. It was more than caring for the mother of his daughter, or respecting his vow to protect her. Eli had been going out of his way to treat her, to bring a smile to her face, without any expectation of reward or gratefulness. It hit her like a train, how true his love was, how selfless he'd become for her.
Looking now she could see the week of stress in his emerald pool's, the bags under his eyes from not sleeping. The lack of cigarette smoke on his skin, and the tiny growls of hunger from his own stomach. She sat up and just stared at him, working through her tidal wave of thoughts as her left hand massaged his chest, feeling the rough skin.
He had been looking. Searrinna lied again. He...he was looking for me all this time.
A hint of a smile past her lips, the corners edging up, the first time in a week she had been able to feel anything but fear. Dropping her head to his chest, her breath came out in one enormous sigh, the last sliver of coldness leaving her body. Her body shook as she cried for the millionth time in the week, but her tears were not of pain or fear. They were of relief.
"Y..." she choked on the noise, her throat unused to speaking. When she spoke again her voice remained hoarse, no trace of the siren's beautiful tone.
"You came."