“Yours,” I gasp. “Now. Forever. Fuck. Do it. Do it!”
A shudder runs through him.
“Gods.” Bael roars, fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts one last time. His cock pulses inside me, throbbing against my slick walls as he spills.
Collapsing over me, Bael presses little kisses along my spine.
I’m so broken, shattered with pleasure so deep I can barely endure it. My whole body trembles, marks painted hot against my ass and thighs, my body branded deep within. I want to stay here, right here in his arms, forever.
This is peace.
An aftermath of sorts.
I don’t want to move, but of course, eventually we have to.
Bael pushes off the bench. His mouth finds my ass, kissing away the pain. “We’re done here, Zyla. We’re done. Good girl. You were everything.”
“Everything?” I exhale the word, barely coherent.
“Look at you,” he says with a laugh, tugging the blindfold free and then releasing me from the bench. “Looking for praise.”
My whole body is shaking. I’m a mess of sweat-soaked pleasure, oil and cum.
“Come,” he whispers, gathering me to his chest. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you, lioness. We need to clean up.”
He’d wrapped me in a blanket.
I rest against his shoulder as he hauls me up into his arms and takes me out of the room.
“I need to clean her up,” he says to someone.
The man jerks his head over his shoulder. “There are private pools back there.”
I lose track of time, my head pressed against his chest, listening to the slow steady pulse of his heart.
It feels like my own heartbeat is slowing, beating steadily in time with his, until they begin to sing in tune.
The world seems to hold its breath. I don’t know what’s happening, only that in this moment we are entwined, no concept of where one ends and the other begins. It feels so utterly perfect, as if my soul longs for this.
“Are you alright?” Bael asks, breaking the spell.
Water splashes from the ceiling, plunging into a shallow pool. Light spills down. The music is muted and it feels as if we’re all alone here.
“I feel very, very… drunk on sensation,” I mutter.
He cuts me a smile, helping me out of the blanket and into the pool. “Here. This will help.”
Hot water pours down my body, washing away the paint, the oil, his cum. I shudder, every nerve under my skin still electric as I simply lean in his arms and try to breathe. Despite the music, the frenetic dancing, the violence behind us, the world feels so still and peaceful in some strange way. Whatever he did to me, it’s taken all the edges off.
“Are you alright?”
I nod. “Fine.”
I’m not fine. I’m not fine at all. For some bizarre reason, I want to cry.
He holds me through it, the water slicking his shirt to his skin as he presses a gentle kiss to my hair. For some damned reason, it reminds me of that kiss in the rain.
And the way he’d held me that night too.
