Alexus slides his palms across my exposed breasts, my waist, and over my ass, where he gathers the lace of my panties in his fist and tugs, putting gentle pressure where I throb for him. I gasp, and a wicked tilt crooks his lips when he grins up at me. He keeps tugging, using rhythmic movements to torture me, knowing exactly what he’s doing, all while moving from breast to breast, sucking me into his mouth, rolling his tongue and teeth around my nipples.
Gods, I could climax from this alone, and I half-think I might. But Alexus lets go of the lace and draws back, leaving me pulsing with need.
This night is far from over, so I take my hands from his hair and rest against the soft, crushed flowers at my back, trying my best for patience. With that same rougher touch, Alexus trails his strong hands and warm mouth down my abdomen, skims his broad palms over my hips, and slips his tongue along the edge of the lace.
“Red,” he whispers, gripping the back of my thigh. “I love you in red.”
He lifts my knee over his shoulder, opening me to him. I can barely remain standing when he leans forward and drags his teeth over me, through the fabric, again and again, until I’m grinding shamelessly in time with his mouth, yearning to feel his tongue buried inside me.
Reading my mind, he hooks a finger in the lace and pulls the material aside. The night wind off the sea is tinged with the slightest cool edge, enough that a chill races over my skin at the exposure.
I drop my head back against the wall and listen as my pulse pounds harder and harder in my ears. I’ve never been so starved for anything or anyone in my life. Never needed someone so much it hurts.
Again, I thread my fingers into Alexus’s hair. His mouth is so close that when I curve my hips, I can feel the damp warmth of his panting breaths. All I can think about is yesterday, straddling his face, his cock in my mouth, the bliss I felt when he came.
“Remember what I said that night at Winterhold?” he asks, looking up at me.
Thoughts ricochet around my mind. He said a lot of things the first night we made love.
“I told you that I was going to kiss you, and that you were going to feel it everywhere. That’s about to happen now, but with my power returned and our magick entwined, it will be far stronger. You won’t be able to walk out of here. Know that.”
Idoalready know this, in a sense, but I feel the warning in his words, the promise that I have no idea what I’m in for.
“You’re sure you’re ready?”
I nod and arch my hips toward him again in response, all but begging. If being with Alexus Thibault can possibly be any better tonight than all the times before, I welcome the torture.
When he leans in, every muscle in my body tightens expectantly. With a quick hand, he rips my undergarment from my body. That little glimpse of sudden barbaric behavior makes my nipples and clit harden, almost painfully.
Then his mouth is on me, licking a long line of inexplicable pleasure up my center, stopping only to suck that tender nub at my apex while flicking his tongue mercilessly, his magick flowing wild.
A brutal orgasm slams into me, radiating through every muscle, so powerful it robs me of breath. Gasping as stars dot my vision, I thrash against the jasmine wall, wantingmore more morewhile simultaneously needing to flee. Because it’s too much. His tongue alone could obliterate me like grains of sand scattered on the wind.
I couldn’t run if I tried. Alexus uses his shoulders and a firm hand to pin me to the wall, forcing me to endure as he devours. Mindless, I grip my breasts, teasing my taut nipples, the action only increasing the bliss.
Roughly, Alexus pushes two fingers inside me. My body desperately grasps at him in response. “Yes,” he rasps, still flicking that gifted tongue as he fucks me deeply. “There’s that flutter I love so much. You come for me so beautifully, Raina.”
I writhe on his hand as he licks and nibbles, riding out the sudden climax until my vision returns. A handful of starlights light the falling night, illuminating my body so Alexus can see his fill. He holds me open, moving his fingers languorously in and out, laving the soft flesh around my entrance, until it feels more like a lover’s soothing caress.
When the ecstasy passes and the world is back to rights, I’m left thoroughly destroyed, and yet still so wanton it’s almost inconceivable. Alexus slips his fingers from my body and stands, tall and dark in the dimming twilight.
Not so gently, he leans close and pushes his fingers into my mouth. “Suck,” he says against my cheek. “Suck your sweet pussy off my fingers.”
A breathy whimper vibrates in my chest as I obey, tasting my release as I waver on trembling legs. He was right. He will have to carry me out of here when he’s finally finished with me. If I haven’t combusted to ash by then.
Alexus cups my breast and brings his head down to meet it, rolling his tongue and teeth around my nipple with magick-laced attention. His power rolls through me, and somehow, my body reacts again, my clit throbbing with need, my skin rising with goosebumps.
As though sensing the response, he withdraws his fingers from my mouth and presses his lips to mine, his kiss insistent and hungry as he strips free of his jacket and tosses it aside. Greedy, I open for him and suck on his tongue, tasting the honeyed flavor of his magick while I untuck his shirt from his fine trousers and tug it toward his head.
He pulls away just long enough to shed the garment, revealing all that glorious, corded muscle, and I set to unlacing his pants, working quickly, as though we might perish if he isn’t inside me in a matter of seconds.
I don’t even get his trousers unlaced enough that they’ll fall away before he frees his cock and closes my hand around its swollen girth. “Just like that,” he says as I stroke the silken skin covering his rigid length. “Fucking just like that.”
He presses his forehead to mine, and I slide my hand up and down in a rhythm I’ve come to know he likes. The shuddering sigh that leaves his chest and the wetness slicking his thick head sends a frisson of lust through me.
I run my thumb through that bead of cum, just as it threatens to fall, and bring it to my mouth instead. Alexus watches as I taste him, and then he buries his hands in my hair and crushes his mouth to mine, the velvet slide of our tongues a heady thing.
It’s been a matter of hours since we were together, since I buried him deep in my throat and made him beg for release. But there’s a desperation thrumming from both of us that I have never experienced before. A need so great that Alexus spins me around and flattens my hands against the wall.
