Her heart melted at the taste of him again. As if his absence had been years and not just months. She’d missed the softness of his lips, the whisper of his tongue.
"Curses, I missed you," he whispered against her lips.
Her hands pressed to his face, and she whispered, "I missed you," in a breath before kissing him desperately once more.
He held her firmly against him as though kissing her was the last thing he ever wanted to do with his life. She didn't know where to touch him first and ended up cradling her hands to his face while he grasped and dug into her waist and backside. Her shirt bunched in his hands. She pulled back only enough to hold her arms up as he pulled the nightdress over her head. Her chest rose high with the jagged inhale of watching him leer at her bare body. That same smile was on his lips from when he’d discovered the laced lingerie she was wearing after the banquet.
“It’s not fair what you do to me,” he uttered, his long fingers sweeping over her ribs, thumbs brushing her taut nipples. “Architects, you’re stunning.” His mouth clamped to her nipple with the last word, and she couldn’t help but hold onto him as he leaned her back. Rocking her hips against his, feeling his hardened length against her entrance through his pants. He slapped her ass again when her head dropped back, eyes rolling at the way he bit her breast and sucked on her skin.
“You think you don’t do the same to me?” she whispered.
Nadir slowed and pulled away to move her hair from her face. “Show me,” he said softly.
She grabbed his hand and guided his touch down her side to her hip and then between her legs. He bent his head into the crook of her neck, kissing her skin. His fingertips brushed her folds, and she sucked in a sharp breath at the tickle. He groaned against her—a groan she recognized all too well by then.
“Fuck, Princess,” he breathed. “You’re drenching—Nyssa—“
She wrapped both her hands around his neck, moving to hold him on her throat as he deliberately touched her clit. Mouth sagging and face scrunching as he stroked her. But the hug of him didn’t last long. He reached up, causing her to whimper in the absence of his hand, and he took her arm from around his neck, kissing down her forearm all the way to her fingers— the same fingers she’d been using to pleasure herself not long before. His eyes met hers, and she allowed him to guide her hand between her legs, his fingers covering hers. She felt herself, how much wetter she was just in the presence of him and not having to use her imagination. He led her motions, his head forehead leaning against hers.
“Were you this wet when you were thinking of me earlier?” he whispered, kissing her between some of the words.
She couldn't catch her breath when his middle finger continued to lay on hers, and then he pushed their fingers inside her. Her own tightness surprised her, but she was throbbing for his touch, drenched in her own wetness. Nyssa moved her hand, letting him dip inside her while she slowly stroked her own clit. Her response to his question only came in the form of a nod, even if it was an exaggeration.
She felt the curl of his lips against her throat, and his other hand smacked her backside again, making her jump and smile softly at his play. But it was the dance in his daring gaze when he pulled back that made her swallow.
“Oh, Princess,” he drawled teasingly. She moaned as his hand laid on her cheek, and she felt him sinking his other between her legs. Two fingers curling fully inside her, she limped at his deliberation but eyed the smirk rising on his lips. Whatever he was plotting, she couldn’t help but smile at the anticipation of it.
His palm slapped against her clit. He jolted inside her so hard she nearly lifted off the bed. The noise echoed in the silent room, and she gasped as he chuckled.
“You’re a filthy little liar.”
The moment she started to laugh, his lips crashed into hers. She had to grab his shoulders to stay upright. He continued to thrust those fingers in and out. Harder. Faster. Until she thought she would come apart on him and scream. Her nails dug into his skin. She couldn’t stop herself. White lights flashed behind her closed eyes. Breath ceased. A strangled cry released from her lungs. Nadir’s lips were still on hers, and her scream muffled into his mouth.
Her end found her with a shake of her entire body. But Nadir didn’t stop.
He shifted from under her, making her fall back onto the mattress as he kissed down her front. Her body was so sensitive from the release that every kiss made her jerk. He nipped at her peaked nipples, but he didn't remain. When he reached her stomach, and she realized where he was going, her thighs tightened in response. But she couldn’t stifle the drip of herself down onto the bed.
She watched him settle himself between her legs, kiss down her thigh from her knee, and then his mouth pressed to her still throbbing clit. She whimpered and bucked at the sensitivity of him licking her orgasm. Mouthing and bringing those nerves into his mouth, taking his time in claiming her. Kissing her pussy as though it were her mouth.
Dammit, she'd missed that mouth.
“Princess…” he breathed against her. “I forgot how psychedelic you taste.”
Her hips bucked, hands grabbing for the sheet as he tortured her. Her body jerked with every suck of his mouth, every flinch of his tongue. She was once more writhing as he devoured her. Body reaching again, muscles feigning. He grabbed her up by her hips, lying her ass against his firm chest, and his hands wrapped around her thighs as he sat up on his knees. She was on her shoulders and wholly at his mercy. His tongue continued to sweep her into oblivion. Her back arched. She stuffed the pillow in her mouth as she fought the cry of ecstasy. Unable to keep herself from straining against the grip he had on her waist and legs. Unable to stifle the clench in her thighs around his cheeks. She reached and cried out a strangled noise she didn't recognize.
She came apart in a fashion that should have embarrassed her, but she was shaking so that her mind forgot what embarrassment was. He lapped up her juices deliberately this time, making her whimper and flinch with every brush of his tongue.
When she was laid on the mattress, he slowly kissed up her body and paused to lay on his side beside her to watch her come down from the high. Touch delicate on her skin, she finally looked up, catching the slight smile on his face.
"You know what I want?" he said, thumb dragging over her bottom lip.
"What’s that?” she managed to get out.
"I want to watch you come apart like that every day until there is nothing left of our world except you and me, and then all the days after."
It was when he said things like that that made her realize how right her sister had been.
She couldn't formulate a response, but the words made both her heart and thighs ache. And she wanted him to take her as his, to claim her and fill her. She curled her hand behind his neck and pulled him down to her, hungrily taking his lips. He pulled her thigh over his hip, fingers digging into her backside.
