He pulls me down harder against his leg, and silver static bursts behind my eyelids.
“I can make love to you with words in a hundred different tongues. Can tell you exactly what I want to do to this perfect body in ways that would make you blush for days.”
I bite my lip to stay silent, but a moan slips out.
“But you need to tell me what you want, thaevi. Because I can be anything you need me to be.” (Baby.)
His hand slides possessively up my spine.
“So tell me, Saelûn. What do you want to hear from me? How do you want me to undo you with my voice?”
I can’t answer. My brain is liquid heat and desperate need. He waits patiently, watching me struggle to form words.
“Nothing?” His voice drops lower. “Then I’ll just have to guess what you need to finish, hmm?”
His hands guide my hips slower.
“Maybe you want me to tell you how fucking perfect you look right now. Spread against my thigh, soaking wet, with those big brown puppy dog eyes.
I nod. He’s so fucking sexy like this.
“Or maybe—” He leans closer, lips brushing my ear. “You want me to tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you. How I’m going to taste every inch of this pussy until you’re begging me to stop.”
The base of my spine tingles, and I know I can’t hang on much longer.
“Andrik, I’m so close. Almost?—”
“Faster, Lumi. Grind harder.”
I do, and the pressure is unbearable.
“That’s my beautiful, perfect mate,” he snarls. “Harder. You’re so close, baby.”
He tips my hips a little.
“Right there. Ohh, right there?—”
“Come all over my thigh like the needy little human you are.”
The permission shatters me. My orgasm crashes through me so hard I stop breathing for a second. My body convulses against his, hips grinding wildly as wave after wave tears through me.
“Fuck,” his voice sounds wrecked. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
My nails dig into his shoulders. My thighs shake fiercely. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain.
“Andrik—” His name breaks on my lips.
“I’ve got you,” his hands steady me, holding me through it. “Keep going. Don’t stop until it’s over.
I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. My body chases the last tremors, grinding against his thigh until I’m melty and gasping.
When it finally ends, I slump forward against his chest.
His arms wrap around me, one hand cups the back of my head, the other spreads across my lower back.
“You did so well.” His voice is rough. He feathers kisses over my eyelids and the bridge of my nose.
I’m still trembling when his grip shifts.
