I took the tip of my cock, positioning myself at her glistening entrance. “If something hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.”
She gave me a nod before I sank myself inside her, my fingers intertwining with hers, making sure she would feeleveryinch of me.
Her breathing was ragged, my body trembling with the effort to go slow. I needed her, but I needed to be patient, to make her feel good.
“You feel like oblivion,” I whispered, one hand running down the side of her hip, the other pulling her close against me.
Her lips parted in a soft gasp; she was close now. Gods, she felt so good.
I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers, my thrusts getting deeper, harder. I aimed to fill every inch of her. My wings started to move, shoving us up in the air slightly.
She moaned, arching her back, chasing my touch, feeling the sensation of our release in the air. I chuckled darkly at her desperation before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that left no doubt she was mine now, just as I was hers.
Chapter 32
I was not sure If I ever slept so well in the last few years. If I could have chosen a moment to live in forever, it would be this moment right now, with Gwendolyn wrapped in my arms—naked and beautiful like the gods and goddesses made her just for me. Her rosy skin, her big perky boobs, and her copper hair. She was like alittle robin,and she wasmine. I wanted nothing more right now than to wake her up and have my way with her again, but her body was still too tired for it.
The last days were filled with sex, bonding and tender moments where we spoke about her childhood. I never knew how lonely I’d felt before until I got to experience life with her. I wanted to mark her body, learn every story it had to tell. I longed for so long to experience every moment of joy, sorrow, pain and lust. Trapped in the cave for years, separated from the woman that turned out to be my home. The only person giving me enough strength to face it all. To face my demons and hers. There had always been this fear inside me of being rejected by her.
But now, after we bonded, none of it mattered.
It was only us.
My fingers caressed along her back; she had fallen into a deepsleep after our last fuck. It had been in the shower, where I pressed her head against the wall and made her come several times until she almost passed out. I needed to remember that she was a human, fragile and tender, and that I couldn’t just do whatever I wanted with her.
During sex, she trailed her fingers down my wings, and they were so incredibly greedy for her touch, which surprised me. I’d never believed after all those years of torture that I could ever have someone else touching my wings. However, with my mate it felt like they had been numb before, and her caresses were slowly making them a part of me once more.
She was my light, my hope, whose love and acceptance sealed the fragments of my soul. I never really thought that I would get to feel like this again. I couldn’t really heal because I kept on pretending that I wasn’t hurt—that Leanan hadn’t broken me and used me like the toy I was. Toys weren’t supposed to feel any emotions, and yet here I was, looking at the only good thing in my life that kept me from drowning in that horrible place my head was in.
I stroked her back softly, pressing tender kisses on her skin. “I love you,mylittle robin,” I whispered against her skin.
I felt her body stirring and waking up through her soft movements. Her beautiful brown eyes fluttered open, gazing at me and smiling.
“I love you more,” she responded, and stroked along my arms, her fingers resting on a scar. “All your scars belong to me now, Malakai.”
“I’m not sure if you would want them. They aren’t really my most attractive trait,” I jokingly replied, my gaze however serious.
I knew she hated the person behind them, that it was part of our shared connection to want to rip anyone apart that would hurt your other half. It was also much harder for her, as my scarskept reminding her of my past—it was written all over my body. Every streak, every scar, every bite mark.
“Each scar tells a story, Malakai, and I want to listen and own every single one of them,” she voiced, her lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
At some point, when I was ready, I’d tell her everything. But right now, I just wanted to be closer to her, to feel her, to kiss her and own her. I needed to be sure that she wouldn’t leave me, even if I was broken and used. Because whenthatwoman decided to carve her filthy hands into my skin, she’d touched the inches only belonging to the woman in my arms. I pressed my lips against hers and just drowned in her sweetness, the pleasure of her skin, her touch. I wanted to keep her in my bedroom, locked away forever. Only her and I. Only us. She was the salvation to my sins, my pain, my sadness, and my darkness.She was the cure for everything.
Her hands tangled in my hair while she pressed her lips against mine, her beautiful naked body straddling my hips. My cock was already hard and ready for her.
“We shouldn’t. You’re still sore,” I told her, too afraid of hurting my love.
Gwendolyn smiled as she caressed her fingers over my shoulders. “I know, but you can be gentle,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.
“Wasn’t I gentle with you last time?” I asked.
She smirked at my question.
“You were… although you did make me rise in the air every now and then with your cock.”
I laughed, embarrassment creeping through me. It was true, as soon as I was buried inside this heavenly pussy, I couldn’t even control the movements of my own wings anymore.
“And whose fault is that?” I pressed a kiss on her forehead, my fingers stroking through the beautiful strands of her hair. Shehugged her body tightly to mine like she was afraid that I was putting distance between us again. I hated that I’d pushed her away. I wanted her, but I was afraid that my darkness would get to her. I didn’t feel worthy enough.
