He sees all the broken pieces I’ve smashed together with sheer will and says that they’re not only enough, but what he wants. There are no words that capture all that. No neat little box I can package this feeling into and show him how much it means to me.
But then, I don’t have to. He can feel it, too.
His eyes are tender and open as he dips down between my legs. He flattens his tongue against me in a long lick from opening to apex where he makes three quick, side to side flicks. Mythighs clench and I moan feverishly. He does it again, and again, entering a worshipful rhythm that quickly stokes my inner fire.
Breath comes in short, staccato pants now. My vision pulses around the edges as I watch him groaning into my pussy, devouring it like I want, like I need. Smoke pours from his nostrils on a long exhale. He thrums my nipples with his tail tips and flicks my clit in time, playing me like some kind of instrument. And fuck, am I singing a tune for him.
His other hand cups my ass, repositioning me so the fingers that spread me open can slide inside me. The rhythm returns, each part of him moving in delirious synchronicity that makes me scream.
My wrists are aching from how hard I’ve been pulling on my binds. Despite my strength, he holds me in place and continues driving me with thrusts, licks, and pinches, all the way to the edge. I teeter at the perilous drop into ecstasy, my body clenched tight and my voice hoarse.
Waves of muscle-spasming pleasure crash over me one after another. My throat aches from the power of my scream, as if pure fire is barreling up from my chest. Rhaz groans into my center, his fangs pressing hard against my flesh as he flattens his tongue for me to ride.
My hips thrust up against his mouth with mindless abandon, skirting the edge of oblivion. As if the universe hears the challenge, the crest of another orgasm has me sucking down a desperate breath. I thought I couldn’t get any higher, but this peak transcends the physical.
The swell of bliss breaks upon me, and my astral presence explodes into the room. I can see myself and Rhaz on the bed. I’m hanging in a space where one second can be a lifetime. The room is full of my devotion to him, and his to me. I can sense all the things we don’t say but mean with our whole hearts.
His gold aura draws me in, like a moth fluttering toward a pyre. I reach into him and find the place in his chest, the empty spot designed for me. It’s cold and dark, but when I touch it, light pours in, drowning the space in vibrant pink.
I know this is right. My second home.
With one last look at the moment suspended in time, I turn my thoughts inward, and burrow inside him.
thirty-one
The Ultimate Tease
Igasp into my body as my eyes fly open. Euphoria cascades down my body as the climax recedes and my muscles relax. My pulse thrums through my clit and radiates down my legs. I release Rhaz’s head from the death grip of my thighs and look down at him.
His wide eyes are locked on mine and panic hits me. Shit, did I hurt him? Or…squirt all over his face? Embarrassment zings through my chest and I swallow hard.
“Are you okay?”
His expression softens and he pulls back. He wipes the back of his arm across his mouth, smearing me all over him. A smile reveals the tips of his fangs as he sits back on his heels.
“You chose me,” he says, touching the center of his chest.
Amid the gold-glowing scars is a flicker of neon pink. He runs his fingers over it, and a thrill races down my spine. Ghostlytendrils of magic caress the skin on my chest in the same spot, and then my senses open.
I can feel the obsidian glass all around us. I sense Soot resting in his hideaway behind the bookshelf. The fire burning at the other end of the room responds to my will, glowing brighter. I think it, and the chains holding me to the wall dissolve.
I sit up and reach for him. He pulls me into his arms, bumping our foreheads together.
“You chooseme, knowing what I am, and what I’ve done?”
I wiggle my hands out of the belt and cup his cheeks, holding his gaze steady so he has nowhere else to look but into my eyes.
“Yes, I do.”
He kisses me tenderly. So much that’s unsaid escapes in this kiss. Words like love, and fate, and forever. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull myself close. He presses me flush against the bulge in his pants and groans.
He reaches down and fumbles for something, then breaks our kiss.
“How does this work?” he asks, holding up the condom package.
Thank god for cucumbers and sex ed class. I do actually know since porn was never any help in that department. I take the packet from him and flop back on the bed.
“Get naked,” I say, unable to hide my smile.
