“Gods it’s almost unfair how perfect you are for me.” He brings his lips to my breast that’s still covered by my shirt and bites softly, before drawing my nipple into his mouth through the linen. He speaks again once he releases the hardening peek. “The gods have foretold our ending, Alora. It’s a tragedy written in the stars.”
I continue to watch his face as the severity falls away. His eyes soften on mine and he releases my wrists, massaging any stiffness from them.
He grasps my breasts again, kneading them through the blouse that’s enraging me the longer it interferes with his touch.
He sighs, looking up at the sky before leveling his gaze on me again.
On a whisper, he says, “Fuck the gods.”
His rough hands gently pull off my clothes. He’s careful to not rip my garments and folds them neatly before placing them off to the side.
How someone who was hatefully merciless to others could show me such tenderness, I would never understand.
He kisses my wrists, eyes settling on my scars from the turns of fighting,scars from other things.He catches my stare as I watch the pale lines, embarrassment flushing my face. “They are nothing but lines on a map I plan to burn in my memory until that, and your curves, are the only vision I see when my eyes are closed.”
I watch him, reverently as he takes such care in his tasks. His eyes search mine as if he wants to speak something that he doesn’t have the words for.
I gently feather my hands along his side. I tug at the hem of his shirt and he smiles softly.
“What do you want, little warrior?” His voice is hushed against the sound of the lulling waves.
Finally, I force myself to say what I’ve been holding back—the words that will commit my heart to him until the end.
I speak something I’ve been so afraid of that I ran from it the first time, “Baptize me in your chaos. Love me until there’s nothing left of us except dust.”
Relief floods his eyes and he strips his clothes, throwing them into a heap on the floor.
He spits into his hand and wipes it along his thick shaft. It looks so sensual as he pumps his fist along his cock, especially when he watches me taking in his movements.
“Touch yourself for me, please.” He whispers, backing away slightly and my face flushes once more.
“Touch your wet pussy for me as if I was touching it.”
Gods his mouth is naughty.
He knows it too the way his mouth lifts in the corner.
I slide a hand across my stomach and down between my thighs. He watches as he bites his lip while pumping himself faster.
I begin to swirl my fingers over my sensitive bud, flicking the way he had earlier.
Closing my eyes, I begin to use more pressure, grinding with each swipe of my finger.
I release a moan, imagining it was his thick fingers toying with me. I slip a finger further and curl it, until it hits a spot deep inside that makes me instantly want to curl my toes.
I feel a thick throb against my hand and I open my eyes to see that Kassiel has set his length against my opening but doesn’t enter, sliding himself firmly but gently teasing my sensitive clit.
I remove my hand from my wet seam and a small gasp leaves my lips as he buries himself inside me.
“What a cruel world this is when I can’t see you spread for me.”
He pulls back slowly only to plunge back in deeper, eliciting another moan from me.
“Although, I am growing quite fond of your breasts bouncing as I thrust into you.”
He grabs my thigh and pulls my leg up on his shoulder, forcing his cock even deeper until I am stretched tightly around him.
A soft cry escapes my lips as I pull backward, trying to adjust to the fullness.
