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"I want to keep looking at you," he murmured into my knuckles, "all night."
"And the rules?" My pulse was a torrid rush. "The knighthood bans bed relations. You said so yourself."
"I never said anything like that."
I pulled his hair.
Rory slouched forward, smiling. "It's not a vow. Just an arbitrary rule. Fuck the rules, Sybil." His eyelids grew heavy. "Fuck me, and fuck the rules."
We unraveled all night long.

There were no more gods to call out to. But. Oh. My. Gods. The room was fracturing. The bed, the window—the moon through it. All of them, fracturing.
I cried out. Grasped Rory's face. "Come
with me."

"You could walk over me, Sybil Delling.
Throw me down until I am dust. I don't know what to call it, but I want it. I want you."

His hand withdrew, then snapped back—a quick smack across my bottom that made us both moan. "I've thought about your voice. I've stayed up, thinking about it. Wondering if it would be sharp or soft when I made you come." His throat worked. "I've thought such unknightly things."

"Whatever it was that made you sigh in your room that night after the hot spring... I've thought about it, too. I've thought about it a thousand times." He squeezed the flesh of my backside. "I've thought about your thighs. How they felt when I measured them for armor.
What it would be like, putting my mouth between them."

Yes. Rory liked kissing.
Or maybe he just liked kissing me.
Pressing his forehead over my sternum, he laid his mouth over my breasts. Kissed and sighed over them.

Rory liked it. Kissing. I could tell. He cupped my jaw, fingertips pressing into my cheeks, making my lips pucker for him. He kissed me wetly, worshipfully, and I-I was gasping. I tried to put all my eager sounds back behind the wall of my teeth. But Rory seemed to know I was made tense, denying myself, denying him, because his focus drifted from my mouth to my jaw, as if to soften it with kisses.

He gave me thirty seconds. A heady half minute where I was certain I was the master of Rodrick Myndacious.

He said it intently. Like he was imploring every part of me to take heed. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Sybil Delling."

“You are more special than you realize. I don't even know your name" -he drew in a breath-"and I would do anything for you."