“I am,” he purred, his fingers digging into my thighs and massaging. My pussy pulsed, his touch so close and yet so damn far from where I wanted it. “You spent weeks tormenting me. Stalking my every thought. Haunting my dreams. Your penance is me drawing out your pleasure.”
He ceased moving, and my attention flicked to the enormous outline in his pants. Tracking my gaze, Vaeron moved to grip himself and stroke. My mouth watered at the sight.
He jerked on the laces, undoing them and freeing himself. The tipdripped. Vaeron swiped at the slickness, then brought his fingers to my center again. “When you shatter for me, mate, I will savor it. So keep your walls down because I want tofeelevery shard of ecstasy I wring from you.”
He dipped two fingers inside me while his thumb circled my clit. Pumping harder, faster, the slick sounds of me filled the room. I should have been ashamed of how obscenely soaked I was. But I couldn’t bring myself to care, not when he found the spongey spot on my inner walls and curled his finger.
“Vaeron!” His name was half plea, half prayer. For he was a God of pleasure.
That smirk said he knew exactly what I was thinking—and planned to exploit it. “That’s right, little fugitive. Tip that head back and scream. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
His mouth suckled my core again. I snagged one final inhale before my orgasm detonated, scattering me into a million tiny pieces. White blinded me, stars dancing in my vision, while his fingers pulsed in and out of me, relentlessly seeking.
“That’s it, keep coming,”he commanded, and oh, did my body obey. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through me,until direction ceased to exist and all I could do was hold onto the wreckage of my body.
Only when air returned to my lungs did he halt his tongue and slide his fingers out of me.
The radiance holding me hostage disappeared, and I wasted no time digging my nails into his flesh and yanking him down. Our mouths slanted together, and I tasted myself on him. Reaching between us, I grasped his erection and stroked.
“Goddess above,”Vaeron cursed through our connection. His hand captured mine, stilling it. He broke our kiss, backing away and shucking off his trousers.
Finally, fucking finally, he was bared to me too. The tattoos on his arms tensed as he braced himself on the bed once again. My fingers traced the text on his ribs, eliciting a shiver. Tentatively, I reached for the scars over his heart.
He went preternaturally still as I mapped each curve.
DUTY ABOVE ALL
Black claimed ice in his irises. Beneath the desire coursing between us, a beast lurked, pacing and waiting to snap forth.
It didn’t frighten me. I turned my nails into claws and raked them down his abdomen. When I gripped his cock, he hissed through clenched teeth. “Sylaira.” My name was a warning and a plea. “You’re going to ride my cock now. But if it hurts your knee, I want you to stop.”
In one smooth motion, he captured my waist and flipped us. Iridescence cradled my legs, allowing me a moment to adjust before slamming my injury into the soft mattress.
Vaeron’s grip tightened on my hips as I aligned myself over him. “It doesn’t hurt,” I assured him. Truly, it didn’t. Whether it was the Goddess fruit or all the potions from the healer, my heart leaped at the thought that I might truly dance again one day. If I could perch in this position, I could do anything.
The rounded tip of him pressed against my entrance. I sankonto him with a whimper, breath fleeing as he split me wide—filling, stretching,claiming. His fingers werenothingcompared to the thickness of his cock.
“Fuck, you’re choking me,” he ground out, muscles flexing.
I whimpered at the sight. At the way he felt, filling me completely. At the way he clutched me and dragged me forward. The friction against the apex of my thighs had me crying out.
“That’s it, ride me,” he crooned, and I obeyed, rolling in time with his upward thrusts. Sparks shot across my skin every time he hit the deepest part of me. Arousal gushed out of me, our bodies coming together with wet slaps.
Pants and groans mingled in my throat. I leaned back, bracing my arms on Vaeron’s powerful thighs for added balance.
“Look at you, the most powerful Seer in Keleti, dripping on my cock and moaning like a whore.”
Tension coiled low in my belly. I moved my hips faster while he pistoned harder from below.
“You’re so good for me, Sylaira,” he praised. His thumb found my clit and pressed. Pleasure crackled through my veins.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, the tide of ecstasy rising again.
My mate let out a pained sound as my core clenched tighter. “I’m not going to last like this. All because of you.”
I tossed my head, silvery hair brushing against the skin on my back. Vaeron’s fingers continued to work my clit while light leaped up to my breasts and cupped.
The sensation of it all overwhelmed me until I was a moaning mess and all I could think about was diving into an ocean of bliss.
