She scrambled to sit up, her hands pulling hastily at her tunic to reveal an expanse of creamy light-brown skin covered in an array of tattoos. As she worked on her tunic and unbuttoning her pants, I pulled off her boots before toeing off my own and pulled savagely at my clothes.
I untucked my tunic and pulled it over my head, only to stall my motions completely with the sight that greeted me.
Somehow, in the span of a few seconds, Faylinn had wrestled her pants off and lay completely bare on the bed before me like an ancient offering to the gods.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my gaze taking in every inch of exposed skin.
“Was it worth the wait?” she breathed, tattooed fingers trailing up her sides, caressing her body likeIwanted to—like I’d fantasized doing for months.
“Yes,” I growled, pulling at my own clothes in haste.
Seconds later, I was naked, Faylinn’s eyes widening in appreciation as my cock bobbed obscenely in the space between us. The head wept precum, pearly liquid dripping to land on her lower stomach.
Faylinn whimpered and reached out to caress my erection, but I pulled back. A look of hurt flashed across her face, one I never wanted to see again.
“You have already done that for me without reciprocation. Let me worship you, Faylinn,” I whispered, breath coasting across the small thatch of curls as I lowered my head toward her pussy.
The hurt was replaced by carnal lust as her pupils dilated. She gave me one shaky nod, but that was all I needed to dive forward like a dying man promised his last meal.
I gently parted her labia, exposing her clit to my gaze. Her inner muscles tensed and released, her body quivering under my intense stare.
“Rohak,” Faylinn keened, and I rewarded her little noise with a quick caress with my thumb. She jumped from the contact but settled again, anxiously thrusting her hips toward my face.
“Calm, my love. Let me look at what is mine,” I husked. Faylinn’s fingers curled in my hair, pulling my nose into her pussy with rough movements.
“Stare all you want later. Right now, I need you to make me come, Rohak.”
Her encouragement was all I needed, and I lapped at her clit, savoring the taste of her as I licked along her lips.
I groaned into her cunt as Faylinn gasped and writhed, her body already on the precipice and ready to fall. My tongue drew patterns against that sensitive bundle of nerves as I thrust two fingers deep into her vagina, curling until I found that spot deep inside.
Faylinn tensed and moaned, her skin sweaty and flushed as she fell deeper into the throes of her release.
“Let go, Faylinn,” I growled. “Give it to me. I want to taste you.”
With a mewl, Faylinn’s lower abdomen tensed before she came, her walls spasming around my fingers and drawing me deeper.
I released her with apop, my chin and mouth covered in her glistening release. Faylinn’s body quivered as I thrust my fingers, prolonging her orgasm.
“Inside me, Rohak,” she panted, pulling my arm so my fingers came free of her vagina. “Fuck me. Complete the Bond. I want to feel youeverywhere.”
With an animalistic growl, I fisted the base of my erection and coated myself with her release, teasing her with the head of my cock against her clit.
“With pleasure, my love,” I gritted through my teeth as I lined my cock up with her entrance and pushed, seating myself fully in one deep thrust.
Faylinn screamed, and I groaned, tucking my head into her shoulder to stave off my orgasm. The Bond danced in our chests, urging us onward and pulsing with desire.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, thrusting once so hard that her body jolted with the impact.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Faylinn chanted, her nails digging into the meat of my shoulders. “More, Rohak. More. Make me yours.”
I would never deny her anything.
With a savage intensity, I pulled out until just the head of my cock rested inside her entrance before thrusting fully again. She felt like heaven, like everything about her was made for me.
I lost myself in her; hard, rapid thrusts brought us closer to a precipice that I now realized was always inevitable.
Faylinn and me? We were always meant to find each other—always meant to be together. I loved her with the force of a thousand suns and now knew she felt the same.
