Nor did I want him to. I only wanted this surrender to continue.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”
I nodded the barest amount, his grip on my throat disallowing words.
“Good girl. Soak my fingers so I can lick them clean and savor the taste of you,” he crooned, velvet scraping against steel.
Ecstasy engulfed me, a strangled cry fighting its way out of my throat. My spine rolled, leaving my head on his strong chest. He loosened his hold, air flooding my lungs once again.
The rush of it all drew out my orgasm. Only when I whimpered and retreated from the sensitivity did Vaeron cease fucking me with his fingers. He eased them out, and I loathed the emptiness he left behind.
He lifted his hand, turning it over beneath the radiant magic cocooning us. Glistening and glittering, Vaeron sucked them, one by one, into his mouth.
“The taste of you is holy,” he murmured darkly, licking along his palm to ensure he consumed every drop of my release. “There is no sin I would not commit to have you like this.”
“I know.” The words should have frightened me, but in the haze of post-orgasm bliss, they didn’t.
Exhaustion tugged at my limbs, and my eyes fluttered closed as I relaxed into his embrace.
I jolted when he lifted me in his strong arms, cradled me against his chest, and brought me into his bathing chamber. Sliding down his body, I stood in front of him. Yet he didn’t release me, like if he surrendered the band of muscle around my torso, I’d bolt and never see him again.
My heart twisted at the thought.
He turned the taps over a washbasin. Water flowed forth, and he dipped a white cloth beneath the surface. Gently, he cleaned me, first between my thighs, then my backside, where his cum had dried.
His cock was still hard and dripping, almost defeating the purpose of wiping it clean too.
Lifting a brow, I stared pointedly at it.
“Another time,” he murmured, but the look he offered me gleamed with wicked promise. He fetched a glass and stuck it under the tap. He held it out for me to drink.
Thirst parched my throat. I accepted it and consumed the entire thing.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, taking the cup back.
“No,” I replied. Honestly, after two powerful orgasms, after the events of the night, all I wanted to do was sleep.
Ugh, the trek back to the Seer’s feather is going to be a long one.
“You will not be sleeping there any longer,” Vaeron stated.
I blinked up at him, realizing I must have projected my thoughts. “Why?”
“Because now that I’ve claimed you, I can’t let you sleep anywhere else. I never should have,” he murmured, capturing my waist and bringing me flush against his still naked body. “I will atone for my sins against you, mate. Now, come to bed. I need to hold you.”
A part of me was thrilled at the prospect; another was terrified of the cage.
But if I was without him for long, what would happen to me? And if he didn’t throw the trial by light…
I forced the fear out of my head as he wrapped me under his arm. When I took in the mess we’d made, a laugh burst out of me. “Do you have anything else we can sleep on?”
He followed my gaze, a smile curving his lips. “Hold on.”
Magic flowed out of him, quickly stripping the bed while he went to a cabinet and produced fresh sheets. More of his light worked to fix them over the mattress.
“Do you always use your primary power like this?” I asked him, head cocking to the side. On the road, he hadn’t used his magic except in dire circumstances.
“I do while at Thalvireth because I need to ensure it is flexible and ready at a moment’s notice. Otherwise, I would get lazy and therefore weak,” he explained, resettling the pillows by his own hand.
