“You made me feel like I was in paradise. Ah, Savine. Never have I felt that consumed.” As she spoke, she pressed her lips to Savine’s, tasting herself on his lips. Savine caressed her gently, pulling her body near his.
Chapter fifty-two
Savine
Savine still tasted Avery’s pleasure on his lips. It was like tasting a bit of Arcadia. Divine pleasure. He still could not believe that she was his, and that they were here together in Nephel, of all places. Her sweet body felt molded into his as they lay on the pillows of the soft, creamy bed.
It had been so, so long since he’d given a woman that kind of pleasure. Even before he’d stopped trying to be intimate with other women, sex had become something he did to fill an urge within himself, not to share with others. Giving pleasure hadn’t mattered. It was a base need he’d fulfilled. When the rebellion began, he knew he couldn’t use his own people to fulfill that need, and had never wanted anything deeper with any of them. So he’d become celibate.
But Avery? He’d wanted—no, needed—to bring her pleasure. To know that he could worship his soulmate’s body and have sex once again be about the intimacy of sharing that moment together, not some perfunctory action to fill his own needs. He needed that more than fulfilling his own desires, even with his cock hard and throbbing.
“Now I get to blow you,” Avery said as she pulled away from him. She sat up and brought her hands up to cup her exposed breasts, squeezing them while Savine closed the distance between them. “No touching,” she said as she pushed her hand to his chest before returning it to her breast.
Well, maybe he could have his own needs met, too. Who was he to deny Avery’s own desire to touch and explore his body?
She rolled her nipples between her fingers, and Savine felt nothing but pure, feral desire for this woman. A growl came from him as he watched Avery kneel on the bed. She touched that spot between her legs. “I’m still drenched for you. I will never get enough of you.”
Seeing her touch herself like that sent a jolt through him as the bond tightened between them.
“Let me touch you again,” he growled as he reached to pull Avery close to him. She crawled to the edge of the bed before he could grab her. No, she wanted her turn to touch and explore his body.
“Not until I’ve had my fill of you,” she said. A sly smile rose on her face as she undid the laces of Savine’s pants. He helped her shimmy the leather pants down and to the floor.
Savine chuckled when he saw the wide doe eyes and round mouth as Avery stared at his naked body. He quirked a little half smile at her as she crawled across the bed, reducing the distance between them.
“You’re not going to start feeling shy now, are you, my mate? I was enjoying seeing you take control.”
“Fuck no. You’re mine,” Avery said. Avery pressed Savine’s body back as she straddled his rigid abs. Savine bucked his hips up as her slick heat hit him. She pressed her lips to Savine’s, and he nibbled on the cushiony softness of her kiss-swollen lips.
Avery pulled back from his kiss and started nibbling and kissing her way down Savine’s body. His skin was scorching hot as she followed the pattern of his essence with her tongue. It writhed under his skin as she touched him. It was mesmerizing, seeing his body respond to her touch like that. Avery dragged her nails across the pattern on his chest. “I’ve been hesitant to ask, but how does your essence move like that?”
Savine didn’t respond at first. He was beyond talking already. “It moves with my emotions. Especially when aroused.”
She followed the essence as it dipped and curved into the natural grooves of his muscles.
“Do you know how often I’ve dreamed of kissing and licking the path your essence follows? Right through all the curves and grooves of your hard muscles.” She let out a delighted little moan as her lips made a path along his abs, following the ripples.
As Avery made her way down his body, he could tell she was avoiding tracing the damaged skin from his years of torture. Thank the Goddess, she wasn’t touching that part of him. He wasn’t ready to face that kind of healing yet. Someday, he knew, he would expose even his ugliest parts to his soulmate.
Pushing Savine’s thighs apart, Avery nestled in between his legs as she looked at what she was working with. She stroked him with a slow, steady grip.
“Well, aren’t you a big boy?” she teased.
“Stop teasing me, Avery, before I forget all the caution I have about the mating bond and take you right now.”
“Well, let’s just say humans have nothing on my fae mate,” Avery said as she held his cock in her hands. She pumped him hard twice before she brought her tongue to his tip. The pull of their connection shot through Savine as Avery began swirling her tongue across his broad head. Savine bucked at her touch. She was going to unravel him. Completely destroy him.
Avery withdrew and then slid her mouth further onto him. She took him until he was pushing on her throat and drew him back out. Again and again. She sucked him hard enough that he couldn’t stop himself from groaning, dizzy with pleasure. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth, and Savine looked up to see her looking up athim. Their eyes met, and it felt like Savine was looking into a mirror of his soul. The feel and the connection of him inside her—even if he was only inside her mouth—sent a jolt down his spine. Was this connection, this energy, what people meant when they said they found their soulmate? There had never been anything like this.
Savine couldn’t take another second of not touching her.
Before she could react, Savine reached up and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her body over his stomach, his chest, until he had her ass in the air right in front of his face. He propped himself up on the pile of pillows behind him to better access her glistening folds.
Avery whimpered and let his length slide out of her mouth as she turned to look back at Savine. Desire and need were all over her face. He wanted to capture that look on her face forever.
“I want to feel you coming on my mouth when I spill into yours,” Savine murmured in a voice that was laced with desire.
Savine didn’t even let her reply before he plunged his tongue into her folds. The wet pressure of his tongue made her writhe on his face. His essence swirled and twined as she took him deeper, with more pressure. Using her mouth and one hand, he felt her take all of him deeper—deeper. They were driving one another to the edge. He could feel it. Their bodies naturally synced together in a tantalizing rhythm that had both of them quivering. Nobody had ever felt like this.
