“Hello, Dvarro.” I stepped forward, dropping my shawl, and went into his arms.
Braxis lowered his head to mine, his loose hair falling around us, and met my rising lips with his. His arms wrapped around me and lifted me off my feet, pulling me up his body to hold pressed against his strong chest. Despite his eager hands, his kiss was tender, worshipful even—a soft pressure of full lips and gentle twining of wet flesh. He set me back on my feet and ended that intimate touch too soon. I was about to pull him down for another try when he knelt before me.
“Every moment of my life has been leading me to this one.” Braxis drew his hands up my body and settled them around my waist. “To you, Amaranthine. Nothing matters more to me than your love and your happiness.”
“I love you too.” I stroked a hand up his cheek and threaded it through his silken hair.
“That after all the pain and horror we've heaped upon each other, we'd arrive here, is miraculous to me.Youare a miracle to me. No matter how long I live, you will never stop being my miracle. You saved me from insanity and led me back to myself, then gave me the endless years I'll need to love you properly. Do you believe it now, Dvarra? That Essalea herself has brought us here?”
“I don't know if it was Essalea, but we've always been destined for each other. I don't just believe it, I know it.”
Braxis's smile became a glorious thing as his fingers found the zipper of my dress and drew it down. Then his hands swept up to grab the thin straps and slide them over my arms, sending the dress into a puddle at my feet. Braxis sucked in his breath to find me naked beneath, my skin dusted with a golden sparkle that not only looked beautiful but also tasted sweet. It was the first time I had stood naked before him in months, and we both shivered to have me finally revealed to him.
“Amara,” Braxis whispered in wonder. “You are even more beautiful than I remember.”
I stepped closer, pressing my body against his, his face just above my breasts. Braxis bent his head to suck a nipple into his mouth, then groaned in delight. I arched my back, muscles clenching low in my body as the pleasure of that sensuous, wet pull shot downward. I clasped him to me, feeling like a goddess to his god—one of those primitive women who were chosen to fulfill a sacred rite and become a vessel for the Divine. And the god in Braxis wanted nothing more than to claim me.
Braxis wound his arms around my legs, just beneath my ass, and lifted me, but only to set me on the foot of the bed, my legs bent over the edge. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him kiss his way up one leg, over my knees, and down the other. His large hands held my feet, massaging them, and his clean-shaven cheek rubbed against my calf. Nudging his chin between my shins, he drew his face up between my legs and locked his stare with mine.
“Spread your legs for me, pretty pixie,” Braxis urged as he set his warm hands on my knees. “Let me see all of you.”
I spread my legs and drew them up, placing my feet on the mattress. Braxis groaned as my womanhood opened to him, laid completely bare. And I mean completely. I had been waxed the day before and not a single hair remained. His large hand covered me, palm cupping my sex, then swept down over that silken skin.
“Sweet Essalea,” Braxis whispered. “I've never felt anything so soft.”
Braxis stroked me, petting me with long sweeps of his hand, before splitting me with his fingers and spreading me even further. His violet eyes blazed. I spread my legs wider in invitation. Braxis looked up at me and held my gaze as he lowered his mouth to my sex. Those full lips covered me and moved sensually over my bare skin, feeling like silk on silk. His thick tongue swept out to lick me in one long movement. Braxis groaned as if his first taste had rocketed his hunger into starvation, then started to feast. Those warrior hands pressed my thighs apart as his mouth sucked greedily at my flesh.
Need gripped me as well, rolling my hips up to push my flesh into his mouth. One of Braxis's hands shot up my stomach to latch onto a breast. I covered his hand with mine and flung back my head back to cry out. He was at the apex of my sex, sucking and flicking that bundle of nerves while his talented fingers rubbed my nipple.
“Braxis!” I shouted.
My big Bleiten sucked and licked until I screamed wordlessly, magic bursting out of me to connect with the men waiting nearby. I felt them tense with that first touch, then sprawl languidly beneath the pleasure. I opened the tap full force and shared my orgasm with them, hearing the faint sounds of their roaring as they came with me. While the aftershocks trembled through me, Braxis got to his feet.
I lifted my head to watch him unbutton his pants and slide them down his hips. There, rising from a nest of auburn curls, was his massive member. Thick, hard, and weeping for me. The pale flesh was crowned by a rosy tip and twitched as I watched. I looked up and found him staring at me intensely, his lips parted on heavy breaths and his eyes blazing.
I turned and crawled up the bed, then propped myself against the headboard. Running my hands over my breasts and down my body, I stared at his cock and licked my lips. Braxis growled at that invitation and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to me, that hard flesh bobbing under him.
I reached for him and declared, “I want to taste you.”
Braxis's eyes widened, but he straddled my thighs, positioning his shaft at my lips. One hand went to my head, to brush back my hair, and the other grabbed the top of the headboard. I heard it creak when I took him in hand.
“Amara,” he whispered. “I don't know how long I can control myself if you do this.”
“Don't even try,” I commanded before I stretched my mouth around him and sucked him in.
Braxis roared a primal sound, his head thrown back and his hand flying away from my head as if he didn't trust himself to touch me. I moved over that thick length and loosened my throat to get more of him inside me. He tasted of midnight and the sea. Of forest and man. I breathed his musk in deeply and slid my tongue beneath that long rod as I sucked up to his velvety tip. Then I shifted my gaze up to meet his stare.
“You are so beautiful,” Braxis whispered.
I eased off him to reply, “And you are so big. We'll need to get you as wet as I am.” Then I moaned as I slid him into my mouth again.
“Amara. Amara,” he kept saying my name like a chant.
I worked the base of him with my hand, then moved my attention down to his heavy sacs and sucked at one of those. Tongued it. My name became a shout and his hand went back to my head, clenching in my hair. I stroked his taint gently, then moved back to tickle his asshole with the pad of my finger.
“Amara!” another shout.
I moved back to his shaft, sucking it languorously as I continued to rub him below, just slipping the tip of my finger inside his puckered hole.
