She was holding up a small iron ring, woven with three strands of metal that were intertwined. In the center was a small but beautiful sapphire, the color as close as he could find to her eyes.
“Oh, that? I, uh…made that for you,” Ty said, clearing his throat. It must have fallen out of his pants pocket when he’d removed them. He’d been waiting for a good time to show it to her, but then, well, she’d been insanely distracting. He’d been slowly working on it in the forge the last few days, in between his other projects, trying to make it perfect. It had taken anembarrassingly long time to find the exact right sapphire for it, and he almost hadn’t given it to her, worried that she wouldn’t like it.
Knowing all that, he suddenly felt…shy. He didn’t think he’d ever been shy in his entire fucking life, but something about giving this thing to her made him feel exposed in a way he’d never been before.
“You’ll have to keep it hidden,” he explained quickly, not giving her a chance to respond. “If anyone sees you wearing it, it could cause trouble. Witch-slaves shouldn’t have mementos like that, but I wanted you to have it. That is, if you want it.”
Ena looked up at him with eyes so round he was almost scared for a second. Were those tears in her eyes? Fuck. Had the ring upset her somehow?
“Ty…” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you, I…” Her words trailed off as she cleared her throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever been given anything like this before.”
A warm feeling spread throughout his chest and he found himself smiling. He suddenly felt lighter than air, and he realized with calm clarity how the anger that usually hounded him night and day had fully dissipated somehow. It was gone for now, and in its place was this…contentment.
A part of him was terrified of what this feeling in his chest meant for him, for them, but he knew he couldn’t deny it anymore. He’d known already that he was hers, that she dominated his thoughts and commanded his desires, but this…this was so much more. This was utter devotion, and admiration. This was complete awe, excitement, and simultaneous peace.
He was in love with her. Fully, completely—endlessly.
Fuck. The realization caught him off guard, and he didn’t really know what to do about it. Should he tell her?
Ena seemed oblivious to his inner turmoil as she leaned forward to kiss him. The kiss was gentle but passionate. She smelled like the hot springs and lavender andher. Ty pulled her in, grabbing the back of her head so she could never go anywhere ever again. So she’d never leave him, and keep kissing him forever.
She moaned into his mouth, and all other thoughts flew from his head except her—having her body, her heart, her pleasure.
He reached out, gently grazing one of her breasts with his palm. He felt her nipple peak underneath it and his balls tightened in response.
He deepened their kiss, stroking her tongue with his until both of them were panting.
Fuck, she tasted so goddamn good.
He grabbed her breast harder and felt her squirm underneath him, leaning closer to him like she couldn’t keep away, like she was desperate for him too. She was so fucking eager, and he was obsessed with it.
He moved his hand down to her back, pulling her body flush with his. He felt her breath hitch as her breasts pressed against his hard chest, then he slowly grazed his hand down her leg, hooking it under her knee and pulling her leg on top of him. She took the hint and moved with him so she straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
His cock was hard as a rock and he could feel her hot, wet pussy on top of him.
Iblis, part of him wanted to slip inside her right now—she was warm and waiting. But he wanted this to last. He wanted her to feel as good as she made him feel.
So he leaned back, pulling away from her soft lips to lay down on the warm, smooth stone floor of the cave.
“What are you—?” she asked, her voice already rough with need.
“Come here,” he said, taking one of her legs in each hand and tugging up towards his face.
“You mean…?” she asked, looking pointedly down at her own cunt and then up at his face.
“Sit on my face, Ena. I want to drown in you,” he said, commanding her, then he tugged her more roughly up to him, and she acquiesced.
She lowered herself onto him slowly, but he had no patience for that. He pulled her thighs down so they sat on either side of his head and gripped them—hard. He was probably leaving marks, maybe even bruises, with his grip, but she didn’t pull away. She rolled her hips into him, pressing her clit onto his open mouth, and moaned like no one was around to hear.
The sound echoed around the chamber, sending another pulse of desire straight to his dick. The taste of her filled his tongue as he began to move it, stroking her slowly as she continued to grind on his face.
He nipped at her clit, once, twice, and instantly felt a gush of wetness soaking below his chin onto his beard.
She ground into him harder, faster now.
Looking up, he saw the underside of her tits, so round and full as they swayed with her motion. He reached up to grab them, squeezing them and stroking her nipples as he licked her.
“Fuck, Ty,” she said, her pace quickening. She was getting close already. Iblis, he fucking loved it when she came.
