His lips press into mine, and I submit. The kiss unhurried but heated. His tongue tastes me as if I am something to be savored, and I let him.
We devour each other in a dance of command and submission.
Be here. He bites at my lip.
I’m here. I open wider to let him in.
Stay.His tongue sweeps across mine.
I’m staying. I let him claim me.
His thrusts intensify, riding and pumping, while his thumb presses down on my clit in an even pressure that I grind against, desperate for the friction.
His eyes are trained on mine—a demand that I give myself over.
He removes his hand from my clit and wraps it around my throat, adorning my skin like a necklace.
He’s tentative at first, like he’s reminding me that touch is earned, not taken.
I press into his hand, letting him know I consent.
He firms his grip just slightly, and I go languid under his hold.
In a heartbeat, he rewrites touch. Given, not taken. Wanted, not resisted. Desired, not forced.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” he whispers into my ear in a growl that has my pussy clenching around his cock. The muscles of his chest and shoulders bulge under his efforts, the veins in his arms visible, and the sight breaks me apart.
A moan rips from my throat, and my hips buck wildly at both his words and hold.
He fucking owns me.
I pant through the grip he has on my throat, pleasure building, desperate for release. I roll my hips, try to take more of him into me. His cock responds, twitching and pulsing inside me.
Then, I shatter?—
Waves of pleasure crest and crash. My pussy tightens around his cock, as he bucks and jolts, finding release, too.
I shake, my legs trembling under his touch, and a whimper flies from my throat as the pleasure ripples.
Kael’s hand moves back to my clit, adding pressure that I grind into, wringing every last shred of pleasure from my body. I feel my eyes fluttering closed?—
“Look at me while you come, my love,” he demands.
So, I do.
I look at him. I let him watch me come undone.
I feel unmade and remade in the span of a heartbeat.
His eyes are trained on me, that gorgeous smirk kicking up his lips.
“Perfect,” he says, as my body shudders in release.
I don’t say anything, because I can’t.
Raw emotion surges through me, uninvited. Unwelcome. And the prickle of tears floods my eyes.
I have spent so long trying to take myself away from moments that make me feel, but here with him, I can’t escape. There’s nowhere to go. This is no dungeon. No tavern fight. No castle dining hall. This is love, not war, but somehow, it cuts deeper.
