“I need you,” his eyes slam to mine and he grips his cock before speaking again, “I need to feel you wrapped around me.”
Something about the way he says it has my clit throbbing, impatient for the relief he offers.
I look down to where his jutting dick lays on my stomach. It twitches as he watches me, laid out before him like this.
Grabbing his cock, he begins stroking while his eyes trace over my body. Memorizing my shape as I watch him fist himself, It’s erotic and sensual, watching him fist himself.
“Would you like that, to fill me so deeply that I screamed your name while clawing your back?” I murmur, arching against him.
His eyes ignite, turning a mesmerizing jade.
“I would love nothing more than for you to mark me while I pumped into you, little warrior.”
I grab his hand that wraps around his cock and bring his fingers to my sensitive parts. I have to bite my lip to keep a moan from escaping as his fingers work my tender clit. It’s like he knows how to push me right to the edge and keep me there, an orgasm threatening to break through after a few moments of him circling and flicking.
“Gods, I can’t take this anymore.” I knead the flesh on his back and scrape down to his buttocks, urging him to get closer to me. He’s rock hard, his muscles flexing as his cock that begins to drip with wetness.
“You’re divinity incarnate Alora,” he moans into my ear and it sends another delicious ripple down my spine.
His voice wraps in velvet as I begin to grind my hips with his swirling thumb, eager for more pressure. “I thought I could last longer than this for you, but I fear if you keep making those noises I’ll come all over you.”
His mouth crashes over mine as I moan, muffling my soft cry.
I bite his lip and he growls. Gods this man.
I level my hazy gaze to his needy eyes and whisper in his ear, “Fill me then, devour me while you fuck me.”
He doesn’t wait, instead our bodies join as he slams his hips into mine, and I’m washed in elation that threatens to send me to oblivion. Together our bodies move in rhythm, and my emotion strangles out the darkness that looms from uncertainty. He chose me, and I would choose him too, again and again.
If I could fall with him, I would, even if it meant losing the rest of the world. I’d plunge off the cliffs to certain death if the promise of his unwavering arms would be there to catch me.
We stay like this until the sun sets and we’re cast in shadow, in the safety of one another’s arms before finally crawling into the too small bed, wrapped in a tangle of limbs and the feeling of belonging.
Chapter 26
Kassiel
The chittering of the raven called Oak wakes me from my slumber. My eyes opened suddenly, expecting that I had been lost to the dreamland again, except I wasn’t. Alora’s small form is tucked under my arm.
Her face is hidden by brown cascading hair and I push some of the locks out of her face, revealing the smatter of freckles along her cheeks.
I had thought the fates to be cruel long ago, but if you had asked me now, with my arms around the very image of hope, I’d fall on a pitchfork before such lies could escape my lips. If thiswas cruelty, to be in one another's arms, I would hate to see how the fates would punish me.
Dropping my chin to her forehead, I inhale her scent. The warm feminine aroma practically has my cock screaming to life again.
Through the window, low light threads into her home from the cave village. River’s End has been a surprise to say the least. It’s taken on its own governing though it literally sits below Noxia’s soil. I’d never heard of underground cities, not even whispers of it from lifetimes ago.
The tenacity of the residents here to stay away from King Euron was admirable. Gods if I could hide away as well I would.
Alora’s soft snoring fills my ears as I look from the corners of the room that lays in shambles now. The table had toppled over during our coupling last night. My lips slowly form a half smile reimagining how surprised she was when the wobbly thing finally gave out from our combined weight.
I’d promised to get her a new one as we continued our romp on the fallen table, the whispers of mundane projects made more sensual with each thrust into her until I spilled my seed.
Her home, though small, is comforting and decorated with oddities and books strewn haphazardly around the space. It’s quirky but more real than I’ve seen in a long time. Though it may be a cluttered mess right now, I’d gladly take it over my lonesome quarters back in Ezmelir.
The room back in the capital is neat, orderly, where nothing significant about me or my life can be studied and taken from me.
I watch Oak hop from the back of a chair to her little perch and observe the way she practically studies me.Very unusual indeed.
