Love is for veneration.
And her thighs are where I worship.
I press my mouth to the pulse at her throat, tasting the heartbeat that answers my own.
Her skin is warm, trembling beneath my tongue.
I trail my lips down her collarbone, over the curve of her breast, and she gasps—soft, desperate. I drink the sound like absolution.
“Kael…” my name breaks from her like it costs her something and the sound makes me weak.
Every muscle in me tightens.
She doesn’t understand—I’m the one being undone.
When I look up, her wrists gripped under my palm above her head, fingers flexing like she’s trying to hold on. Her breasts rising and falling with her breath, hungry for my touch. For my mouth. But her eyes find mine, wide and wanting.
There are a thousand little things about her that undo me more completely than any moan ever could. The way her bottom lip catches between her teeth when she’s holding back a sound meant only for me. The way her hips roll instinctively, seeking my hand, my mouth, my fucking soul. The soft tremor in her legs when my breath ghosts over her skin. Even the way she swallows—tight, desperate—as if her body is already preparing to take me deep. I watch every detail like a starving man memorizing a feast, and every small, sacred offering she gives makes me forget that I ever had a life before this moment.
I drag my tongue up the center of her chest until it catches at her throat, until I can feel her pulse against my lips.
Raking my palm down her arm, through the tangle of russet hair, my hand finds her throat.
Her eyes roll back, chin tilting up, craving more from me.
My cock is so fucking hard at the sight of her splayed open beneath me.
Hand gripping her throat. Nipples peaked in arousal. Back arched, aching for me.
A goddess.
“Tell me what you want,” I command, tightening the grip on her throat, watching her submit to me. My queen. My light. Soft and surrendered.
It’s a fucking sight to behold.
Without hesitation, she spreads her legs wider, giving me better access to her pussy. “I want you to fuck me, Kael.”
The way she says it—no restraint, no holding back—has a low, feral growl tearing from my throat.
Because I know I’ve fucked her before. But never like this. Never with nothing between us.
“Fuck,” I grit out, because the woman could lead me anywhere and I’d follow. “Look at you, spread before me like a feast, your pretty cunt dripping for me.”
She whimpers at my words, ravenous and desperate, so I keep going, dragging my hand from her throat and pressing my thumb against her clit. “I’ll fuck you so slowly that you’ll feel every inch of me,” I promise, and her hips grind against my thumb. “The unholy things I’ll do to you, my love.”
The tip of my cock nudges against her, and I feel the way she drips for me, the way her clit is already swollen and aching.
Her moan ripples through the room like an invocation, and a shiver of feral need rakes up my spine.
Her sounds are what unmake me. Soft at first—little breaths she tries and fails to swallow—but then they grow, break, deepen until they vibrate through my fucking bones. Every whimper is a benediction. Every gasp a confession. And when she moans—really moans—my vision fragments. I nearly lose myself every time she gives me that sound, the one pulled from somewhere ancient and holy, as if her body remembers me from lifetimes before. I’d start wars to keep that sound mine alone.
“Say you want it,” I demand.
She has no idea how devastating she is like this—laid open in trust, breath trembling, eyes blown wide with need. Not weak.Never weak. But powerful in a way that makes my knees want to hit the floor. Every part of her is a demand—her hunger, her shaking thighs, the way her chest rises as if she’s drawing me into her lungs. I swear the Stars themselves dim when she looks at me like that, like I’m the only thing in the world capable of ruining her gently.
Her hands move to her breasts, palming them with pressure, pressing her nipples between her fingertips.
“No, my love,” I cut in. “That’s my job. You’ll lay there and take it, am I understood?”
