My eyes narrow on him, and I clench my inner walls around him. The hiss that falls from his lips is so satisfying, but the asshat doesn’t move.
“Fine!” I huff in frustration. “I used my magic.”
Kai still waits.
“Oh my god! I cheated.”
His hand fists my hair as he leans down, biting my earlobe before whispering, “So fucking naughty.”
It sends a shiver rippling over my skin.
Without another word, Kai pulls all the way out and forcefully thrusts into me, intensifying the speed and power of his movements.
Thecaress of his warm breath on my neck has goosebumps scattering across my body. A mix of desire and annoyance swirls through me, heightening my senses. I turn my head and sink my teeth into his bottom lip, savoring the metallic tang of blood on my tongue.
Kai growls, the sound vibrating through me as he drives his tongue into my mouth. My head spins when he grinds his hips into me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Panting, we break apart. Kai swiftly straightens up, pulling me with him, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he kneels in the grass. I ride him, his hands gripping my ass and rocking me back and forth over him. He’s so deep inside me that the boundaries between us blur. The rhythmic sound of his thrusts fills the air as his cock hits every sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. The friction and pressure ignite a symphony of sensations, overwhelming my senses in the most delicious way.
A moan falls from my lips asthe heat rises and warmth floods my core.
Kai snarls, biting down on my neck, but he’s careful not to break the skin. Not that I care; he can have me, I am his.
I wrap my arms around his neck as my orgasm nears. The world around us spins out of control, our mingled breaths and moans filling the air.
“Fuck!” I cry out, dropping my forehead to Kai’s shoulder as we move together in perfect sync. Warmth fills my entire being as my walls clench and spasm around Kai, his cock pulsing in response.
“Ash!” Kai shouts, as we fall over the edge into pure bliss together.
We ride out our orgasms, gasping for breath as our bodies tremble with pleasure. Kai gently pulls back and brings his hands up to brush the strands of hair away from my face. We stare at each other in silence for a long moment before those lips of his move over mine, tantalizingly slow and deep. This man’s kisses ignite a fire within me, unlike anything I haveever felt in my two hundred years of existence. It is completely and utterly soul shattering.
Chapter five
Ashwiyaa
“You are the dream, the nightmare, and the dream within the nightmare that becomes a dream.”
It’s four a.m. and I still haven’t fallen asleep. I’ve managed to count the number of crickets outside as I watch the shadow of the closest tree move across the ceiling. Gently, I shift my position and fix my gaze on Kai’s peaceful form. One of his arms rests on the pillow above his head, while the other lies on his abdomen. I am mesmerized by the sight of his perfectly sculpted eight-pack, a view that is truly delectable.
He hasn’t shaved in a while, and a light stubble is starting to form, which I find incredibly attractive. I lightly brush my fingertips over the roughness, enjoying the sensation. Kai mumbles something incoherent and rolls toward me. His arm instinctively wraps around me and drags me into his body. Nestling into his warm chest, I feel my heart melting with each beat. Every slow, measured breath I take lifts the weight of the world off my shoulders, making my eyes grow heavy with a sense of calm, and I let out a sigh of relief. He has always had this effect on me, the calm to my storm.
“Pater!” I cry, running as fast as I can toward the temporary village.
In the distance, I spot my family’s shelter, where my father is already carefully removing thedrumhorn hides.
The moment has come for us to begin our journey as we prepare to follow the drumhorn and migrate with the herd. They are powerful beasts with thunderous steps and curved horns—shaggy creatures native to windswept plains.
“Pater!” I yell.
My father turns to see me, and his face lights up with a smile, but it quickly fades when he sees the expression on my face.
“Ashwiyaa?”
I dive into my father’s arms just as the pounding of feet approaches from behind. I cry, nuzzling my face into his clothes, finding a small measure of comfort in their familiar texture and scent. But fear and panic take hold because I know what is about to happen. Slowly my father guides me behind him as he addresses the warriors who were hunting by the river. The warriors who saw me. My bottom lip trembles as I grasp my father’s shirt, too afraid to face the four warriors.
“Cheveyo, what is this about?”
“The child was seen doing magic.”
