I brace my hands on his shoulders, gasping for air as I rock over him. Kovan takes the opportunity to take one of my breasts in his mouth again as I mewl in pleasure.
His mouth on me, and his hands, and all of him with me and in me and my orgasm comes for me all at once, my muscles clenching him tight as I shake with the force of it.
I collapse kind of limply on his chest, trying to breathe through the aftershocks except then Kovan is kissing me again and stroking my back and who needs air anyway?
His cock twitches inside me as I stop rocking, though, and I realize he’s still hard.
“You haven’t come yet?” I whisper, astonished and maybe a little worried. Am I not enough for him after all? The man has been celibate for ages, honestly he should have gone off right away—
“Not until you’ve taken everything you want from me,” Kovan says firmly.
Though he does involuntarily thrust into me again, just a little.
My eyes widen. “Oh gods, is this yourresolve? Are you serious?”
Kovan flashes a grin at me, and with him all sweaty beneath me that’s enough to have me clenching around him again and he groans.
“You’ve taught me,” Kovan manages to say, “to be creative. To—” His eyes lose focus when I deliberately clench my muscles around him.
Okay, maybe he is still human.
“To imagine more ways of being,” Kovan gets out. “And I’m going to show you what I can do.”
Oh my gods.
My voice is a whisper as I ask, a little shakily, “What are you going to do?”
“Bring you joy,” he says simply. Easily. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Bring you joy again and again and again. Whatever you want, Tasa.”
I stare at him, overwhelmed.
This is what centered a sage, and his resolve.
Me.
Tears spill out of my eyes, and he frowns, starting to sit up—
“I love you,” I breathe. “I already love you. You don’t need—to—”
Kovan captures my mouth in a kiss, cutting off my words and opening fully to me.
He rolls us, with me beneath him now.
Only when we have to separate for air does Kovan say, “Iwantto, Tasa. I wantyou. I want to be yours and for you to be mine, to care for, to bring joy to, tolove. Will you let me?”
Will Ilethim?
Will I ever be able to let him go, that’s the real question.
No. The answer is no.
He wants to be mine? For me to be his? Then I amkeepinghim, and fuck the fucking priesthood.
“Will you take me like this?” I ask him. “Take me, claim me—”
Like no one else has ever wanted.
Like he is desperate to, which is so unbelievable and my heart is soaring with it because not only does someone want me,thisincredible man, specifically, wantsme, and when he begins to move again I can’t help but moan.
