I scrambled to obey, pushing up to climb onto those heavy thighs. The feel of his skin against mine made me tingle, my body so aware of his. Of the way he knew how to turn me into a puddle, into an incoherent mess. He wrapped his arms around me, my rigid cock sandwiched between our stomachs. His length was underneath me, brushing against my taint, my piercingthere, and the feel of his cock stiffening below made me salivate. Fuck, I wanted to ride him something fierce.
“You wanted to touch my horns?” Cillian said, leaning back to press his palms into the mattress behind him, giving me free rein. “Go ahead.”
A thrill raced through me. I was well aware of the gift he offered here, as he didn’t hand over control, even minutely, to anyone. And yet, he was letting me worship him, bring him pleasure for once on my terms.
I reached up tentatively to what had been the objects of my curiosity for months now and stroked my fingertips along his horns. A strong shudder rolled through him, one I could feel with the way I sat perched on his lap. I brushed along them again and got the same response. His cock thickened beneath me, and he rubbed his length along my taint. The piercing there made it extra responsive, and I savored the sensation. A cry welled up in me at how sinful that felt, the velvet of his skin against the sensitive area.
I gripped his horns and twisted, and he roared, his grip on my hips giving a bite as those claws dug in. He rubbed his cock against me, and I continued to twist and tease at his horns, just to elicit the reactions from him.
He panted. “Careful, pet. I’ll slide right in.” Cillian reached over to snag the lube he’d sat nearby and slicked up his cock. I vibrated with the need to feel him, to have him claim me.
“What will you do if I play with these while you fuck me?” I asked, running my hands along his horns again.
He let out a low growl. “I’ll fuck you so many times your hole will be sore for weeks.”
I swallowed hard. “As long as I can feel you until I return.”
The playfulness faded away as a sobering air swept in, a reminder that come morning I’d be leaving the Spires. I’d be leaving his comforting embrace.
Cillian’s gaze darkened, his feral nature returning in full force with another growl. I gripped his horns hard, and he lifted me up by my hips. The tip of his cock nudged against my hole, and then he thrust inside, splitting me open. If I hadn’t been taking his length for weeks and weeks now, it would’ve ripped me apart, but my body had adjusted to accommodate him.
The thickness around the center stole a moan from me, and when he settled all the way inside, this position only enhanced the way he filled me to the brim, to the point I couldn’t possibly take any more. I kneeled into the bed on either side of him as he let go, and I sank my weight down. His cock was thick and long, and I panted from the way he made me feel claimed and taken.
“Please,” I gasped out.
He’d ridden me hard for over a month now, and it wasn’t nearly enough. I needed him with a desperation I was unused to, like our very cells were trying to mesh together, as if our souls attempted to merge.
Cillian leaned up and kissed me, the sensual brush of his lips sending a thrill through me. And then he began to move. He shifted his hips forward, the casual buck shuttling his cock deep inside me. He brushed against my prostate with the movement, and my vision whited out from the sheer pleasure that traveled through my limbs.
“So good for me, pet,” he murmured as he wrapped his palms around my ass cheeks, keeping a tight grip on me. He thrust in harder, the slick and steady movements sending wave after wave of bliss through me. My thighs trembled, and my arms buzzed as I clutched his horns. He grunted and let out a groan each time we shifted, each time I adjusted my grasp on his horns. The feedback loop was intoxicating, and I lost myself in it, the way I rode up and down on his length, bringing my hands along his horns in the same motion.
Watching Cillian’s lashes flutter, his heavy exhales escape, his intoxicating golden gaze drill into me, was everything I’d hoped for. The air between us sizzled with tension, with pressure, with everything unspoken that burned between us brighter than the sun.
Together like this, we were pure starlight, volatile and unreachable and so pristinely beautiful it made my soul ache.
Cillian fucked into me harder as I descended on his length, loving how he speared me open. Loving how his ridges caressed my insides. Power coiled in his muscles, evident by the flex of them, in the effortless way he held me up while he thrust into me again and again. He’d unloaded on my face earlier, the slightly sticky residue still there, but I craved his cum again. I wanted it flooding inside me, his knot stretching me until we were connected on a deeper level than I believed possible.
His black hair was tousled, his jawline sharp, and his eyebrows wicked. I memorized every detail of him as I sank down on his length, bliss radiating through me again. His scent wrapped around me, the brimstone and musk that had lured me in from the start. Cillian’s hot breath puffed against me as he took me hard and fast, with an increasing desperation that lit through the air between us.
As if we were chasing eternity, knowing it was quickly slipping out of our grasp.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” Cillian groaned out, and I gave another pump to his horns. He shivered again and thrust deep inside my hole.
“Do it,” I dared him. “Fill me up. Take me as many times as you need to tonight.”
I wanted to feel him everywhere, permeating every cell of my body.
As if a thread snapped, whatever had held Cillian back loosened. He let out a guttural roar and fucked me harder. Sweatdripped down my forehead as I tried to keep pace, my thighs burning as I dropped onto his length over and over again. Yet he thrust into me like a man possessed, fast enough I couldn’t keep up. His grip on my cheeks kept me aloft, and he took me with a brutality that overwhelmed me. The sheer pleasure that hit hard and fast stole my breath away until I was gasping, just writhing in his lap, my grip on his horns more an anchor than anything. My balls ached, my cock straining with the need to come, but I didn’t care. I wanted to ride him until he knotted me. I didn’t want to release until he told me to.
Cillian’s loud, long moan pierced the air, and a second later, his hot cum rushed inside me. His knot began to inflate in me, and he released the hold on my cheeks so I sank right down on him as the knot stretched me with the delicious sting I’d become addicted to. No one, absolutely no one, fucked like Cillian Ashmore.
His head tipped back, the cords of his neck on clear display, and those fangs glistened in the low light of his room. My cock throbbed, and I reveled in the delicious combination of satiation and need. His cum was plugged inside me like this, and I loved being connected to him on this level. Fuck.
“Damn,” Cillian swore as his breaths came out heavy. Slowly, he fluttered his lashes open. His sinful smile stole my heart as he looked me over with a hunger that hadn’t extinguished in the slightest. “Someone feeling desperate?”
A whimper escaped me, and his smile widened.
He ran his palms along my thighs, and I loved how I was knotted facing him, bolstered by his lap. Cillian tipped his head down, and his long tongue slipped out. He wrapped it around my nipple, and fuck—that felt too damn good. I writhed, but I couldn’t go anywhere, not while I was knotted to him like this. He lapped at my nipple, caressing it with his tongue in a circularmotion that shot lust right through my system. My cock gushed more pre-cum.
