Alashiya inhaled sharply through her nose before she dared to place a hand on his naked chest. His heart thundered under her palm. Hardly believing thatshewas the one making a move, she shyly rubbed her lips against his. Just a little. Just enough.
This is Adon. My Adon.
Without thinking, the very tip of her tongue darted out to dab at his lower lip. The faintest hint of his taste was a shock to her system; as heady and rich the first time she tried red wine. Her breath hitched.
Nothing in all her life tasted as good as he did.
Taevas’s claws tightened in her hair, making her scalp tingle.He said something in a language she didn’t know. It was a low, pained murmur into her mouth that she didn’t need to translate to understand. Slowly tilting her head to one side, Taevas parted his lips and began to coax her into a languid rhythm of soft, sucking kisses.
In the beats between each one, he’d often mutter something under his breath. It reminded her a little of the blessings she spoke when she stitched his garments. Every word was full of wonder and longing and a hunger for things that were too good to be named. Prayers, of a sort, to the Hungry God who gave love and madness in equal measure.
Eventually, his hands skated down her arms, pushing the blanket aside, and fit into the divot of her waist. His tongue darted out to tempt her. Alashiya found herself leaning into him, chasing the taste of him and the heat of his skin.
She had no idea when her hands found his thick hair. It was pin-straight and heavy in her grasp. He groaned when she tugged it, urging him closer. Big hands began to rearrange her in his lap, throwing one thigh over his so she straddled him. A sweet ache took root in her stomach and expanded into a pressure that sank lower, to the juncture of her thighs.
It’d been decades since anyone touched her. It was barely a thought anymore, the longing faded into an old bruise, but now… Now she felt it. Sharp. Needy.Immediate.
A new urgency crackled to life between them. Taevas let loose another thunderous growl and nearly bent her in half to stoop over her, his lips and tongue and fangs working hard to make her forget the loss of her fantasy, or even her own name.
Lust was a hot wave through her body, making everything bubbly and too bright, until it felt like something inside of her was going to float away. Only Taevas’s increasingly hungry lips and roaming hands held her there, tethered to the Burden’s Earth.
Alashiya wasn’t naive to desire, nor sexual pleasure. Even if she hadn’t done just about everything except the finalact with a handful of local boys available, she had her grove’s experiences to explain what she was missing. Individual memories weren’t accessible, thank the gods, but the accumulated knowledge of them was.
Her sexual education was complete, if not practiced. She knew how to bring herself pleasure quickly. She remembered the taste of seed on her tongue. She knew how a partner ought to curl their fingers or use their teeth just-so.
But she’d never feltthis.
It was desire in a new and evolved form; one that made all previous incarnations appear pale and watery in comparison. Alashiya got drunk on it. Gorged herself on it. Let it eat her up from the inside out.
She couldn’t tell if she wanted to rip her clothes off or begin giggling uncontrollably as the thrill of it rushed through her. Her hands moved restlessly over his hair, the strong cords of his neck, the tantalizing slopes of his chest and arms. She wanted to touch all of him. Sheneededto.
Like he could hear her thoughts, Taevas’s hands moved to the buckles of her overalls. “Too many fucking clothes,” he gasped, fumbling with them. Without even a hint of caution, Alashiya pried her hands from his feverish skin to help him.
She’d gotten one unbuckled when he growled, “I’ve dreamt of this for a decade and still, somehow, it’s already better than anything I could imagine.”
Her breath wheezed out of her. The next buckle proved more challenging due to the fact that her fingers had begun to shake. Grasping her hips, Taevas dragged her into a better position in his lap. They both jolted when the juncture of her thighs met the straining bar of his cock beneath the blanket.
A flicker of logical thought came and went, saying something about how they probably should slow down a bit, that they had a lot more to talk about. It was soundly ignored, of course, as she finally managed to pop open the second buckle. Taevas hissed out something that sounded like praise.
Pressing another hungry kiss to her lips, he growled, “I’ve dreamed of what your cunt will taste like. What you’ll feel like wrapped around my cock. How you’ll whisper my name when you come.”
He hitched her closer. Their hips rocked together again, more deliberately this time. Alashiya closed her eyes as a sharp jolt of pleasure snapped down her spine.
Sliding one hand into the front of her overalls, Taevas grated, “Tell me you’ve dreamed of me. Touched yourself to the thought of me. Craved me even half as much as I’ve craved you, my Shiya.”
She wasn’t certain how he expected her to respond when his fingers found the hot, slick skin of her aching cunt. Alashiya was only capable of breathy sounds of what she hoped was encouragement.
“No panties?” Taevas delivered a sharp bite to her lower lip. It felt more like a reward than any kind of punishment. “Good. I fucking hate those things. I never want a barrier between me—” His fingers curled downward to cup the whole of her possessively. “—and what’s mine.”
The heel of his hand ground down, creating a delicious, inescapable friction. She rocked into his hand helplessly, mindless, completely lost to sensation. It was too fast. All of it was too soon, too much, but she didn’t want to stop.
It’d been so long, and it washim.It was Adon. She’d dreamed of this. Couldn’t she enjoy it for just a moment longer before rationality returned?
“Adon,” she whispered, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Please, I?—”
He moved his fingers back up to caress her slowly, feeling how wet she was, how needy. “Your Adon has you. Your husband is here,metsalill,and he wants you more than he’s wanted anything in his life.” He paused to glide his lips over the curve of her cheek. Whispering in her ear, he told her, “I’ve waited a very long time for this, Shiya, but I’ll stop if you ask me to.”
Alashiya hadn’t felt so alive in… ever, probably. She chased the feeling with everything she had, even though she was almost certain it couldn’t end in anything except disaster.
