“So impatient,” he chuckles, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. “You’ll get what you need. I promise.”
His fingers join the fray, one sliding into me with a precision that makes my back arch off the bed. He curls it just so, brushing against a spot inside me that I didn’t know existed. A moan escapes me, unbidden and raw, and Kael’s responding growl sends another wave of heat crashing over me.
“You like that?” he asks, his lips brushing against my clit as he speaks.
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice breaking on the word. “Stars, yes.”
“Tell me what you want, Elyssara,” he demands, his tone soft but firm, like an irresistible command.
My breath comes in short, ragged bursts, and I force my mind to form words through the haze of pleasure. “I... I want you to keep going. Don’t stop.Please.” I plead the words, almost begging.
“Good girl,” he purrs, and the praise sends a new rush of heat coursing through me.
I’ve never let anyone this close before, not really. It terrifies me, but somehow, with Kael, it doesn’t feel like losing something—it feels like being found. Every touch, every word, peels away another layer of the armor I’ve spent years building. And yet, I don’t want him to stop. Stars, he can’t stop.
He adds a second finger, the stretch sending a sharp edge of pleasure through my building tension. His tongue and fingers work in tandem, coaxing my body higher and higher until the pressure becomes unbearable. My breaths quicken, my hands reaching out to grab at him, at the sheets, at anything to ground me.
“I can’t... I don’t know if I can—” The words tumble out of me, frantic and breathless.
“You can,” Kael interrupts, his voice steady even as his movements quicken. “Come for me, beautiful,” he purrs, before my pleasure surges and my back arches off the bed, my hips grinding to add more pressure to my clit. My breathing is ragged and intense, my moans getting louder, and my pussy clenches around his fingers.
“Good girl,” he encourages again.
His words are the final push I need. The tension inside me snaps, and my body shatters under the weight of the pleasure. My back arches off the bed again, a cry ripping from my throat as wave after wave crashes through me. My hands grip the sheets so tightly my knuckles ache, but I don’t care. In this moment, there is nothing but Kael and the Stars bursting behind my closed eyes.
Every nerve in my body is on fire, but it isn’t just the physical sensation. It is the way he looks at me, like I’m not broken, like I’m not running from something. Like he sees all of me and doesn’t flinch. I’ve given pieces of myself away before, but never like this.This isn’t taking or giving—it’s being seen, and Stars help me, it terrifies me.
As I come down, my body trembling with aftershocks, Kael doesn’t stop. His tongue laps at me gently now, soothing, drawing out every last flicker of sensation until I can’t take any more.
He pulls back, his lips glistening as he looks up at me. The hunger in his eyes is still there, but it’s tempered by something softer, something almost reverent.
Kael removes his fingers, once again, licking and sucking them until there is nothing left but the afterglow from his mouth.
I stare at him, my chest still rising and falling quickly, and ask, “What... what was that?”
His gaze snaps to my eyes. “No one’s ever made you come like that?”
I’m silent. Still reeling.
“That’s how every lover should make you feel, El. You deserve that every time.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his voice low and rough, “You took me so well, El.” He brushes another kiss to my thigh, “I loved watching you fuck my mouth, Duskae. And my fingers.”
My cheeks flush, words catching in my throat. I let out a breathless laugh, the sound shaky but real. “That was... you were...”
Kael smiles, a rare, genuine smile that softens the sharp edges of his face. He grabs a blanket from the foot of the bed and drapes it over me, tucking it around my body with a care that feels almost out of place after what we’ve just shared.
Kael lingers on his knees, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. His fingers trembling slightly as he fidgets with the blanket, and for the first time, I realize that his restraint isn’t effortless. He is fighting his own battles, just as I am.
Kael pushes to stand, making his way to the top of the bed, and lies back, one arm tucked behind his head. “Come here,” he invites, motioning for me to lie with him.
I drift up, resting my head on his chest, curling into him in theafterglow of new found pleasure. “Thank you,” I murmur, as my eyelids start to get heavy. I don’t even try to fight it, I simply let myself enjoy the safety of his embrace, even if it’s just for now.
“Rest, El,” he says, his voice quieter now. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”
I want to argue, to tell him that I don’t need him to stay, but the weight of my exhaustion and the comfort of his presence are too much to fight against.
