He truly never does what I expect of him.
And now is no different.
With unsteady limbs, I sit up. My legs slide beneath me, and I face him on my knees. Just as he asked. As heordered.
The smile on his lips plays with my emotions as it tilts into a slow, knowing smirk.
“Turn around,” he whispers.
My heart flutters like he just said the most romantic words I’ve ever heard. Now is not the time to tell him how sweet he is. Now is definitely not the time to act like he’s a gentleman for wanting to fuck me from behind.
But if ever a time existed, now might really be it.
“You’re so sweet,” I blurt.
His eyes close tightly, and the rumbling laugh that escapes him causes a few seconds of doubt... maybe now is not the time.
“Stop stalling and show me your ass, Cers,” he commands so fucking sweetly.
I’m nodding even as I turn and press my palms into the soft mattress.
I don’t know what it is about the short time of silence that drifts between us. The way my heart slams in my ears as I waitfor him is almost a terrifying sound. The small space of distance feels monumental, and I just want his hands on my body.
I just want . . . I want reassurance.
For the first time in my life.
It’s just a few seconds at first. A few beats of my heart slip by as I curve my spine and linger there before him in the most vulnerable position. One beat... two... three...
He wants me.
He cares for me.
He loves me.
Right?
The bed dips beneath me, and big hands skim from the bottom of my ass all the way up to my lower back and then right back down again.
“Flawless beauty that I’ve seen a thousand times in my dreams.” Those soft-spoken words race over my flesh in a frenzy of shivers. “I’ll never know what everyone else sees. Maybe you’re truly not the most beautiful woman in all the realms.” His pause flits uncertainty through my heart. “But you’re the most beautiful woman to ever possess my mind, Cersia.”
My lips part with an unsteady breath lingering in my lungs, and that heartfelt feeling is shoved away as he thrusts in so hard, I’m jarred forward without a drop of air left in my chest.
And I don’t want it.
I don’t need air when I’m with Avian.
I just need him.
He gives me every part of him. I own his mind, body, and soul, and I can tell by how hard he fucks me and how wildly his breath rushes up my back and along my neck. I love his recklessness as much as his properness.
And I especially love the way his hand sinks through my hair, and he clenches on until I’m lifted up and against him. My back meets his chest, and both of us just speak to one anotherin gasping moans and grunts that go on for so long that I don’t know if the erratic beating I feel within me is my pulse or his.
Soft lips kiss across my neck as his slamming pace quickens, his hold on my hair tightening in the best possible way. Every colliding emotion within me is because of him. All that twirling chaos comes to blissful sensation that’s heavy against an edge that I can feel building within me.
It rises and rises and rises.
And then . . .
