Eyes glittering, the knight snatched my hips. At the same time, I powered into motion, and we flipped our weight around. Aire’s back dented the mattress, his frame shuddering the bed while I straddled his waist and rode his cock.
Mouth ajar, Aire grunted and cherished the view of my body astride him. Lacing our fingers once more, we used it for leverage. I kicked into slow motion, tugging on his cock until he was bowing and yelling to the ceiling.
The new tilt of his dick yanked a cry from me. That same zenith caught up with us, building, boiling.
Aire’s expression twisted beautifully. Then our hips rushed forward, and my head flew backward, and I shouted. And so did he. The noises packed this room as the pleasure burst from my veins, my cunt seizing his cock, both pulsating as we came.
And seconds later, I sped up. And it happened again.
47
Aspen
We crashed to the bed. My weight landed on his torso, our lungs puffing for oxygen, sweat enameling our flesh. Trembling, I splayed my thighs around his damp waist, and one of his shaky arms banded along my tailbone.
With his body still attached to mine, we let the convulsions rattle through our systems, the quakes taking a long time to fade. In the interim, I listened to the drum of his pulse matching my own.
As the top of my head burrowed into Aire’s throat, he combed his fingers through my hair, the brush coaxing a sigh from me. So alive. So peaceful. The circulation flowed to my toes, and the knight’s limbs plaited with mine like roots.
And everything felt safe.
Content to stay like this, we whispered into the night, our hands wandering over each other. Aire’s knuckles sketched my ass, the edge of my breast, the ledge of my cheek. I ran my mouth along his throat and beneath his earlobe. We could do this forever, discovering more places to touch and taste.
As Aire swept his lips across my hairline, I must have dozed. At some point, I awakened to a moonlit room, the candle wicks having melted to their bases.
Flopping toward Aire, I balanced on my elbow and watched him sleep. His muscles swelled with every intake, and the rumpled blanket barely covered the ramps of his hipbones,the outline of his cock pushing through the sheet. The knight’s expression was serene, a row of fringed eyelashes fanning from his eyelids.
Damn. My heart might break from the sight.
Moreover, this knight needed sleep. If I didn’t leave this second, I’d take a seat on Aire’s cock again and wake him up.
After slipping out of his arms, I shuffled from the bed. Locating his shirt on the floor, I threw it over my head, the oversized sleeves drooping past my wrists.
In the living room, I padded to the hearth. The remnant logs glowed like coals, so I fed more wood to the hearth and rekindled the blaze. As it ignited, I grabbed a throw blanket from the sofa and camped on the rug beside the flames.
The couples in our clan talked about how extraordinary it was to fall in love. They recounted the terrifying sensation that comes right before the fall. But they hadn’t warned the rest of us how it cracked open a person’s soul like a shell, exposing them without any hope of hiding. And then set them free.
I mashed a smile against my upturned knees. While I studied the dancing embers, the floorboards creaked.
A drowsy, masculine sound tumbled through the room. The planks shuddered, and warmth enveloped my back as Aire lowered himself behind me, the cliff of his chest pressing into my spine. His forearms winged around my midriff, and he rested his chin on my shoulder, the better to nuzzle my jaw with those hot lips.
In a voice as rumpled as a quilt, Aire murmured, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Goosebumps trickled across my flesh. I scooted deeper into him and teased, “You mean, you can’t guess, when you know me so well?”
“Those shivers of delight? The sense of serenity? Yes, I discern that.” Playfully out of character, Aire snarled into myneck until I chuckled. “However, there’s more. I would know what occupies your mind.”
“That I like being in love.”
His mirth ebbed, replaced by a whisper. “I like it too.”
Declaring my feelings had shaken me like a cage bursting open, a hundred feathers flapping in the breeze. I couldn’t catch this action, couldn’t take it back, even if I wanted to. By now, it was long out of reach. And that was okay.
“Which part do you like best?” Aire flirted into my ear.
“Hmm.” I pretended to mull it over. “For one thing, I didn’t think it was possible to come three times back-to-back.”
My soldier threw back his head and boomed with laughter. “I should have known.”
