My weight crashed into him, the impact tipping us in place, our nostrils flaring for oxygen. A gruff noise scrolled from Aire’s throat, as if his vocal cords had been stuffed with sediment. He caught me and held fast.
And while this man acted like a puritan, he sure as fuck didn’t kiss like one. To the contrary, Aire worked his mouth like a warrior. Tireless, vigorous, and territorial.
Also, attentive. He sought my pleasure, plying my tongue with searing tingles, wrenching moans from my lips. For a knight who never let loose, his kiss didn’t seek to dominate.
No. It surrendered.
We flung ourselves together as if this dark forest might interrupt, the kiss rampant, stressed. Black tea and autumnspices coated my palate. His cock lifted, and his tongue stroked my own, the hot pulse drenching my crease.
Inching back, I sank my incisors into his lower lip. If I broke skin, what other sound would he make?
Aire’s muscles shook. Releasing my mouth, he scraped his lips across my own. Those husky outtakes rushed against mine, our respirations jagged and frenzied as we sketched each other.
Meddlesome didn’t begin to describe my intentions. By the time I finished with him, I’d thoroughly fuck up his world.
Impatient, we rushed our lips over one another, our chests beating out an unsteady staccato. My eyelids flapped open, desperate to see that swollen mouth, the irreversible damage I’d done. The neckline of Aire’s shirt gaped open, and with one hand bolted to my scalp, his rolled-up sleeve revealed the line of raptor tattoos.
Then my gaze climbed to his. In the pumpkin’s glow, those hooded irises glittered like blue fire, the color scalding my flesh. Despite having a code of ethics as long as a coastline, that raw expression raked over me, and I responded with the same candid desire.
No time to think. No time to second guess.
I grasped the edge of my hood and ripped the covering from my head. Aire’s breath hitched, the captivated noise filling a great hole in my chest, flooding the cavity with warmth.
I wanted this. I wanted this man to see all of me. I wanted this first kiss with him to be authentic.
My heart pounded, my temples pounded, and my cunt pounded. Enthralled, he riveted his eyes on me, the pupils swelling, burning. Carefully, he traced a vine curling beneath my lower lip.
The contract wrung another gasp from me, the sound unraveling. My eyelids fluttered closed, his touch reverent,painfully sweet. His mouth hovered centimeters from mine, our panting respirations striking together in shallow, anticipatory bursts.
Then my eyes opened, his enraptured expression consuming my view. With his hair and clothes in shambles, the knight looked as if he’d been fucked instead of kissed.
At a loss, Aire shook his head. Growling something under his breath, he hauled me forward again. And in tandem, I shot toward him.
Our mouths struck like weapons. Aire sealed our lips, tipped his head, and charged with equal fervor, the violent strokes of his tongue boosting my adrenaline. Instead of buckling, my knees sparked, my blood raced, and my pussy contracted. Arousal seeped from the cleft, on the verge of dampening the dress.
Still, we didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. We hurled ourselves into each other.
Aire’s full mouth tugged on my own, folding and rocking. His tongue licked into me, swatting with precision until my nipples pitted into his firm chest, and all sense fled my mind.
Backing me into a tree stump, he hooked onto the backs of my thighs. The earth swept from under my boots, then my backside dropped atop the surface, my thighs splaying around his hips as he stepped into the gap. All the while, he palmed my ass and scalp, and his mouth clenched mine, our tongues writhing.
At this angle, the drenched line of my pussy glazed his upright cock. My rough moan tangled with Aire’s hiss. I leaned back, steeping us at a harsh angle, my lips wrapping around his tongue and sucking hard.
Aire’s snarl hit the canopy. His hand rode down the outer edge of my buttocks, then over my hip, his touch reaching the ancient axe harness, which encircled my flesh like a deadlygarter. He jolted in surprise, then rasped into my mouth, his fingers strapping around the leather, using it to jerk me closer.
This maneuver deepened the kiss. Our mouths rushed into it. His tongue swept over mine, lust saturated my veins, and the sodden pleat of my cunt raked along his broad cock.
We could do more, have more, take more. Instead, my hands stalled in his hair, and my body froze.
Traitor. Liar.
Shame pierced through me. I was kissing this honest knight while betraying him.
Aire’s frame went taut. Sensing the change, some private dilemma overtook him at the same moment.
Like shrapnel, we blew apart.
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