He cursed, his body tight as a bow, then he swallowed the sound of her pleasure with a kiss, long and deep and frantic, his hand roaming across her body now.
She could breathe, finally, and she gulped in rasping breaths, the intensity of the sensations building in her dulling a bit as his hand paused at her belly.His kiss slowed, a leisurely sipping, and she bit his bottom lip gently, wanting to give as well as take.
But that ignited him into movement once more, and his hand dipped lower.He squeezed her hip, thumb rubbing streaks of pleasure into her skin.He wandered lower still, between her legs now, palm flat against her hot inner thigh, fingers flirting with her sex.Beautiful.Almost painful.She’d wanted him to touch her everywhere all at once, and now it seemed he was, that ring flashing lightning everywhere it touched.
Each time she cried out, the sensation too much for silence, his voice joined her, hoarse and serious as sin.
Did her touch give him the same?She tried it, pushing the curve of her ring, nestled between two fingers in the skin behind his ear where she cupped his neck.
He bucked, he hissed.His eyes flashed, and she knew.It did.And she felt it, too, his pleasure somehow hers as well.
No space between them now.Not simply a connection…
A knitting together of skin and bone, of heart and soul.
He cupped her between her legs, stroked a finger into her, then another, and when the sensation rocked her, it rocked him too.
“Fuck,” he hissed.“Diana.”His face full of wonder, of awe.It must mirror her own.This entire night a mirroring, a fusing.“Touching you here bringsmepleasure.”Something like amazement in his voice.
“Me too.I cannot tell you how much.”She stoked her hand down his back, tested the firmness of his ass.Oh she liked touching him there.That place where the hard slabs of his thighs met the round muscle of his rear.But as she drew her hand around his hip to the very center of his body, he began, almost, to vibrate, his hips rocking wildly out of control.A similar pleasure boiled in her.Did he stir it, or did she?His thumb rubbed circles around that bud at her very center, flirting and pressing and making her moan.
He moaned too, her name over and over, intermingled with curses.And prayers.If she was his deity, she was a profane one.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, gently, her body rising toward that lovely shattered place he’d brought her to before.This touch shot her higher.She seemed to know what he wanted without him saying a word, and without thought, she gave it to him.Squeezing, stroking, swiping her thumb across the wet tip.
Molten liquid again—he moved so quickly, poised and ready above her.When his weight settled atop her once more, he nestled the head of his shaft against her opening.They held one another’s gaze.He rocked, slipping inside her, one of his large hands cradling her head, the other caressing her breast, ensuring sensation never paused, never dulled.He stroked inside her slowly, watching her, his every movement sensitive to her body’s reaction.
Too much and too little all at once.
The next time he pushed, she rolled her hips up, and they joined completely in a single thrust.Too much, too full, but then he was circling that tight star point of pleasure at the center of her body again, kissing her softly again, and she forgot about the fullness.Except as a good thing.Thebestthing.
Insight flashed like a fairy orb, and she knew now how empty she’d been.She’d needed to feel full to finally understand.Empty and alone.
No longer.
A man with hot hunger in his eyes stroked in and out of her slowly, placing a tempest of kisses everywhere he could reach.
An iron alchemist was changing her body to gold.
Her husband was pouring sunlight into every empty space.
She clutched at his shoulder, pleasure tightening, tightening—breaking loose.Her body a cascade of sensation, making her writhe and moan and tear at his mouth with her lips.He was sustenance.He was safety.He was the binding promise of two iron rings.
And he was moving faster, harder, each rough thrust of his shaft into her eking out more pleasure until he came, body freezing into stone, muscle into marble.Liquid again as he collapsed atop her.
Heart to beating heart, they lay until their breathing slowed.Then he rose with a groan and left her, returned with a cloth and cleaned her.Even if she’d wanted to, she could not have broken this moment with speech.No idea what to say.Her mind a jumble of impressions: his soft touch between her thighs, his low grumbles as he moved about the room, his strength as he gathered her up and pulled her under the blankets.He wrapped himself around her, eyes heavy, limbs heavier as he squeezed.Not too much.Gently.
Her laugh was a breath, too, and she turned in his arms.He grumbled, clearly tired, clearly ready to hibernate.He’d drag her into the cave alongside him without even a by-your-leave.
But she was too… high to hibernate, her body still soaring.No need for a glamour to float.
She had an alchemist.
And he transmuted the very basest of metals into the lightest and finest of wings.
