“Goddess you look divine in this starlight, making that face.” His voice croaks and I continue to pump his shaft.
“Alora, let me touch you, please.” His voice speaks softly, begging in my ear.
“You are, you sprite.” Sarcasm laced with want drips from my lips.
He kisses me harshly, teetering on the edge of punishment and excitement.
“You know where I yearn to touch, I need your permission.” He pulls back to stare at me, his grasp loosening on my rear. “I will take what is not given.”
My heart swells. What he’s offering is more power than I’ve been given by any man long before him. I’d had partners before, but sometimes they took more than I had anticipated, sometimes much more. But those experiences lived in the ocean of my memory, washed under and unseen.
My voice thickens with tears as I say, “I want you to touch between my thighs. I want you inside of me. I want to feel your fingers curling in me.”
He quickly moves his hands again, kneading my soft skin, the other delicately searching between my thighs.
When his touch finds my core, I practically shudder. It’s electrifying and everything I’d imagined.
“Kassiel…” My words taper off and I have to bite my lip to keep a moan from escaping.
“Oh no you don’t, little warrior. I’ll have those moans, even if I have to pry them from your lips.”
Apprehension starts to weave its way in. “What if we’re caught?”
It wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen, but it would make it harder to explain to the council if I wasn’t the one to tell them first.
“What if I like to be watched?” he whispers into my neck.
I can’t decide if he’s teasing so I reply hesitantly, “There’s a lot we have to figure out. I need more time.”
My hand stops its exploration of his body, the other hand firmly grasped on his cock. I slowly remove my grasp and he stops his motions as well.
“Alora, it’s okay. You’re safe with me. I’ve blanketed us in darkness. Nothing can be seen or heard from us.”
Opening my eyes wider, letting the lust settle, I realize it’s true. Sometime during our intimacy he’d wielded shadows around us. His shadows. I think back on that moment in the woods when Velroy attacked me and the shadows I thought I’d seen but felt crazy to admit.
“There’s much about you I don’t know.” I let the statement float in the space between us.
“There is much I don’t know about you as well.”
We continue to stare at each other before I glance down at his hard length, the veins wrapped delicately along his shaft, and feel the heat return in my cheeks.
With a quick move, his lips crash into mine and the world falls away. It’s just me and him in the shadows—no destruction, no death, no sadness or anger to call us away.
And it feels heavenly, earth—shattering… like I’mhome.
Maybe The Devourer has devoured me after all.
We’re nothing but ravenous in these sacred moments, our lips and teeth clashing, eager to feast upon the forbidden fruits of what shouldn’t be.
I slide my hands up his shirt that’s come untucked in our frenzy. His skin warms my chilled fingers. It’s easy to forget that the world around us is desolate when this feels so right between us.
His hands come around and grab handfuls of my backside, gripping me painfully, but yet erotically too. Gods, the thought of his hands grabbing other places this way has me aching.
I bite his lip when he tries to stop the kiss between us, a coppery tinge meeting the next kiss.
His hot breath fills my ear.
“You’re so sexy when you fight me, little warrior. I’ll forgive you for drawing first blood, but I’ll have you bear your punishment for it.”
