She cried out then, but it wasn’t one of agony, it was his name. Her breath came in heavy pants, fueling him. Maddening him. Driving himself wild with a kind of reckless abandon.
“Hold on to me,” he demanded, and she readily obeyed, weaving her arms around his neck.
Once she was secure, he took hold of the willow’s trunk on either side of her head. With his nails digging into the bark, he started to pump. Hard and fast. He drove himself into herslick folds, his hips rocking with urgency. Widening his stance, he jutted upward, adjusting his angle, forcing his shaft deeper. Stretching her. Breaking her. Caelian was incoherent, her wails and moans were a most satisfying cadence. She thrashed, her mouth latching onto his shoulder, her teeth sinking into his flesh. The walls of her cunt gripped him and his cock swelled, but it wasn’t enough.
“Do you know how often I’ve dreamed of doing this to you? Of fucking you until you can’t breathe?” Kjeld jerked, continuing his quick thrusts. He snatched a handful of hair from her messy bun, tilting her head to one side as he ran his mouth along the tip of her ear. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you scream my name?”
She quivered. Squeezing and tightening around him.
“This is only the beginning for us, Caelian.” He licked her ear and she shuddered. Her heartbeat funneled through his veins straight to his cock. “From now on, it will always be like this. Frenzied. Desperate. Because I love you, and I never want to stop.”
Caelian was Valorahan in the flesh, and Kjeld was walking through the heavens and being kissed by the stars. Her mouth was the purest form of divinity, luscious and tempting, a promise of everlasting paradise. She tasted like every midnight dream, and he never wanted to wake up. Kjeld would slumber in the frozen rivers of the Northernlands for an eternity if it meant his lips only ever touched hers.
His immortal life was damned.
For she was his rapture. His calling. His home.
Caelian made such sweet little sounds, the melodic chord of a moan and a gasp. His cock strained, pushing deeper inside her as he rolled his hips, loving the way she clutched at him like a lifeline. Like he was all she needed to survive.
Caelian gasped, her body quaking around him with the promise of release.
Kjeld made a wish.
“I wish I could fuck my wife all night.”
She threw one hand in the air, a stream of starlight exploding around her as she toppled over the edge into oblivion.
The falling star streaked through a sky bleeding with hues of peach and fiery red.
“Granted,” she sobbed, collapsing into his arms.
Kjeld’s body spasmed. On one final thrust, he buried himself inside her. The orgasm tore through him, violent and chaotic, filling her with his spend until it dripped down her thighs.
He lowered himself to the ground, carrying her with him.
The earth beneath them softened into a bed of grass, flowers of silver and blue sprouted from its downy patch of evergreen.
Apparently the Myrkwild approved.
Caelian rolled onto the grass with messy hair and flushed cheeks. Kjeld used a small scrap of her skirt to clean her, promising to replace it.
“I love you, too,” she whispered, her eyes already fluttering closed. She started humming to herself, a melody he didn’t recall.
Kjeld knew it wouldn’t be long until Caelian was asleep, and he’d let her have a few moments of rest.
For now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Caelian was pleasantly comfortable.
She floated through a state of eternal bliss, like walking on clouds and dancing through the heavens. Her body sated, her soul at peace, while hundreds of voices drifted in and out of her consciousness. With her magic finally returned to her, she would need to start granting wishes soon, to seek out the lovers, the dreamers, the ones who wished upon stars with the entirety of their beings. But until then she would slumber and enjoy the distinctive hum of pleasure coursing through her blood.
Except that wasn’t right.
A trickle of awareness sent a rush of goosebumps pebbling across her skin, but her lids were still far too heavy to open her eyes.
Something scratched and tickled along her inner thighs, and fresh waves of heat spread through her, making her limbs soften and her breasts feel heavy. She shifted into the new sensation, her legs falling open as her core started to heat and ache. A moan slipped from between her lips as something warm and wet flattened against her clit. Her pulse kicked, urging her toawaken, but she feared that if she opened her eyes, it would all cease and she would be left wanting with little release in sight.
