My body remembered him, even if my mind did not. Everything felt new. Tonight, would be like giving myself to him all over again.
The deep stroke of his tongue stole the last of my thoughts, and a merciless orgasm tore through me, shattering my veins like glass. I fell over the edge and I kept going down, down, down, falling into an abyss of pleasure.
I was only aware of Wolfe’s possessive touch and the demanding strokes of his tongue lapping at my arousal.
“Fuck, Ziyka. Gods, I fucking missed you.” Wolfe whispered, his hot breath skipping over my skin. “I want be deep inside you.”
I slumped against the wall, my gaze locked on firmly on his as I panted, trying to catch my breath.
He pushed to his feet, and as he rose, shadows followed, folding around the folly as if he’d summoned the night to hide us from the world.
Shadows gathered around him for a single breath, and when they slipped away, his clothes vanished with them.
My gaze dropped despite myself. Moonlight traced the hard lines of his torso, revealing ink that curved over solid muscle. Dark Fae tattoos wound across his chest and down his ribs, as if they were carved into him rather than drawn. The movement of his breathing made them shift and flex, alive beneath his skin.
My gaze traced the flat planes and ridges of his stomach, then fell to the massive length of his cock, bobbing between his legs.
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and flexed. The skin stretched tight and a bead of precum slipped out. “This is what you do to me, Elariya. This is for you.”
I was speechless.Utterlyspeechless. And those mere moments was all he gave me to be stunned.
In one swift move he lifted and guided my legs so I could wrap them around his waist.
My arms found their way around his neck, then the hard head of his hot erection pressed into my opening.
He withdrew for a moment, then buried himself deep inside me. The penetration was so strong, we both cried out.
His grip on my hips tightened as he slide deeper and deeper. “Merciless Gods!” he gasped, then his powerful body crushed me against the wall and he started to fuck me.
My legs tightened around his waist as he pounded in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
My heart was in my ears, beating hard as he hammered into me.
Every touch pushed me closer to another orgasm, and more pleasure.
He drove into me harder and faster and I came again. Tremor after tremor rippled across my flesh, taking what was left of awareness.
I became weightless, and a hurricane thundered in her head. Arching my back, I took what he gave me, and threw my head back in a scream.
Fire raced over my skin. It burned everywhere it touched. Inside and outside of me.
“Wolfe—” I cried, barely getting his name out as I moaned.
“There’s more Ziyka,” he groaned. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never dream of leaving me again.” It was a dark promise. And he made good on it.
He kept me there and he devoured me with every thrust of his merciless cock. Eons could have passed and neither of us would have known. All I knew was pleasure. Waves and waves of pleasure that rolled through me, each one cresting higher than the last, threatening to drag me under again.
And it did.
My climax peaked again and again, and still he kept going.
The last ripple of my spasms had barely slowed when his began. A deep groan rumbled in his chest and his muscles turned as hard as stone.
“Elariya,” he whispered my name one last time, then he came.
We shared the release together, moaning out our pleasure.
My body felt battered and bruised, but every nerve ending sang with bliss.
