Wicked, torturous creature.
With a tight snarl borne of impatience and lust, I jerk my wrists free, and roll him onto his back, perching myself atop him. His hands fly to my back, tearing at the stream of buttons, the silk shredding like thin gossamer. He rises, sitting up to meet me, but as he pulls my dress free, he dips his chin. His lips close over a peaked nipple, the teasing of his teeth earning yet another sharp gasp from me.
My hands find his silken hair, winding tight as I arch into him. The warmth of his mouth is rivaled by the warmth of his palm upon my other breast. It’s enough to drive me to the edge of pleasure, fire and ice ripping through me as I pant and writhe against him.
Ineedto have the fullness of him, the weight of him against me.
I cannot be left this way.
“Your pants. I want them off.”My demand sears through our bond, my voice laden with yearning.“Now.”
He lifts his gaze to mine and the look he gives me says he’s more than happy to comply. Pulling myself from him, I shed the rest of my dress, letting the ruined thing fall wherever it may.
Ryc does the same.
With an outstretched hand, he beckons me back to him.
But, unashamed, I let my eyes roam over his perfect form, the magelights granting too aphrodisiacal a view to not admire. It’s almost enviable—he’s chiseled and muscled in a way one would expect of a god. And the erect length of him is more than enough to make my mouth go dry.
He smirks, knowing—feeling—what he does to me.
Taking his hand, I climb over him, straddling his hips.
Guiding him, his cock nudges between my legs, and bracing myself on his chest, I begin to sink onto him. What I had intended to be a slow descent is thwarted by Ryc’s thrust, pulling a pleasured cry from my lips. His guttural groan grants me a satisfaction I didn’t know I needed.
He grips my hips as I ride, letting me set the pace and my head rolls back, catching glimpses of the night sky through my lashes.
Together, like this, it’s more than simply carnal pleasure.
Together, like this, we create and live in an entire universe meant for no one else.
He groans my name, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts harder. And with a shameful quickness, it sends me as close to the heavens as a demon can ever aspire. Daring to lower my gaze, he meets my stare, shattering my world with dizzying pleasure.
Crying out his name loud enough for Ollora to hear, he continues to rock my hips as I ride through the waves of rapture. It leaves me with chest heaving and fingers trembling. Sweeping me beneath him, never unseating himself, his lips find mine.
Ryc pulls out almost entirely, and I whimper, the muscles of his back flexing as I dig my fingers into him, urging him to return.
He answers.
He slams into me, and the fire in my veins threatens to burn me to ash as the ice promises to stop my heart. The sounds of his own pleasure, thick and near savage, push me over the edge once again.
I shatter into thousands of pieces, screaming his name. His own release finds him, his cries matching mine.
Yes.
This.
Let us spend an eternity inthisuniverse.
His heart beating wildly beside mine.
CHAPTER NINE
Despite our bestefforts, sleep did eventually find us.
It just didn’t keep me in its embrace for long.
Seeking Ryc’s warmth, I move closer, and he curls himself around me. He draws me close by my hip, pressing my back to his chest as he drapes his arm over my waist.
