By all the hells, fucking her had been rapturous, but these leisurely, tender caresses were something else entirely.
Her legs slid down from his waist, coming to rest atop the bed, and her body relaxed beneath him. Her hands slowed, their touch gentling further. She hummed. It was such a quiet, content sound. Nyte couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride and satisfaction at hearing it.
Too soon, Ember’s hands fell away, and she lay languid beneath him.
He could’ve eased himself down and lain with her, could’ve relished this intimacy, this stillness, after all that frantic motion. Instead, he opened his eyes and looked down at his witch. Her eyes were shut, her dark lashes resting upon flushed cheeks, and her brow was smooth. Those full lips were ever so slightly parted, and her breaths were deep and even.
She was asleep. Soundly, peacefully asleep, not just in his presence but with him atop her.
With him inside her.
Nyte stilled. Cold crept through him in the wake of another echo of pleasure, and ice formed around his heart.
What had they done?
What haveIdone?
He pushed himself up on his knees, gritting his teeth against the torturous friction the movement created between their bodies.
Thoughts careered through his mind, quick and chaotic as a meteor shower lighting up the night sky. Carefully, he sat back, slowly pulling his cocks free from Ember.
It was all he could do to suppress a growl at that drag of flesh against flesh. Even in her sleep, her body seemed reluctant to relinquish its hold on him.
He knew better than to look, but his eyes dipped regardless. The delicate pink flesh of her cunt and ass glistened as his cum seeped from them, the glittering motes within it shining silverin the dim light. More silvery flecks were spread on her inner thighs and ass cheeks.
A powerful, primal urge rose inside him to press his essence back into her, to ensure none escaped. Though no child could be conceived between them, he felt an instinctual drive to keep part of himself inside her, to mark her even from within.
His hand had already moved halfway toward her sex before he caught himself.
Sunlight scorch him to cinders, had he learnednothing?
With a beat of his wings, he dissipated to shadow and reformed himself away from the bed. Away from Ember, from this witch, this…this temptress.
Nyte paced about the bedroom, finding little comfort in the darkness and less still in his thoughts. His tail lashed erratically.
All that denial, all that determination, all that resistance, and he’d succumbed anyway. He’d given in to lust. Had let his desire to kiss her, to touch her, to rut her, become a driving need that refused to be ignored. Even now he felt that pull toward her, and he could no longer pretend it was merely an effect of the binding spell.
No, this was of a vastly different and far more troubling nature.
What he and Ember just shared had been unlike anything he’d had with Sarnessa. This… This had shattered his soul into countless pieces and reassembled them with fragments of Ember mixed in. It had been so much more than sex, so much more than sensation.
He wasn’t just yearning, he wasfeeling.
And that was…unsettling. Deeply, deeply unsettling.
Unbidden, his hand rose to rub at his chest. Phantom pain radiated from his heart, ghostly whispers of soul-crushing agony, overshadowed by a much deeper pain that had been seared into his being.
Curling his fingers so his claws raked his flesh, he halted.
He was standing before Ember’s bed, his eyes already falling to behold her.
She lay naked atop the bedding, one arm bent so her hand rested near her head. She’d turned her face toward him, and her soft breaths made the hair spread beside it sway gently.
Nyte couldn’t stop his gaze from roaming over her. Her nipples remained pert, darkened by his attentions, and there was dried blood on her hips where his claws had scratched her. All that pale, supple flesh, all those generous curves… Her body begged for the touch of his hands, of his mouth.
His eyes fixated lower, where his cum glittered on her inner thighs and bare cunt.
He gritted his teeth. His cocks strained toward her, stiff enough to hurt. He could feel the blend of her slick and his essence drying on his shafts, could smell their combined fragrance on the air, could still taste her sweet release on his tongue.
