He placed featherlight kisses along her spine, then back up again, as he continued to taunt her, not fully entering. “I told you I was going to take you from behind so I could enjoy the view.” A hand massaged her ass and he groaned. “And what a delicious view it is.”
“Cas…please…” she whimpered, attempting to drive herself backward onto him, but he gripped her hips and held firm.
He ran his hands up the sides of her waist, palming her heavy breasts, squeezing and twisting her hardened nipples. Moving lower, he grabbed her hips once more as he lost control and entered her in one smooth thrust. The angle of him behind her was so deep she let out a guttural moan, her whole body shuddering.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.” A gasp. “Keep going.”
He groaned and began to move, picking up the pace as he guided her backward. Leaning over, he kissed her shoulder, hitting the perfect spot with every thrust.
Continuing his relentless rhythm, he dipped a hand between her legs and circled her clit, bringing her close to the edge so quickly her whole body trembled. Whimpers turned into cries of ecstasy as he upped the pace, increasing the pressure in time with his thrusts.
The orgasm hit her like a powerful wave. She collapsed onto her elbows, barely able to keep herself upright. Tingles raced along her skin, her vision wavered, her legs quivered.
Every time they were together—each time they joined—it was transcendent, all-consuming, carnal. She never knew sex could feel like this. That this type of pleasure existed. Not until him. The other half of her soul.
Casimir reached an arm around her waist and pulled her upright, flush against his chest, as he thrust into her. Moving his hand back down, he resumed stroking her clit. “Again.”
“I…I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.”
He held her steady while continuing his thrusts. His other hand circled her overly sensitive clit, and she trembled, gasping and unable to catch her breath. She reached behind her, threading her fingers through his hair.
“You’re almost there, princess.”
She whimpered, unable to form words, when the tip of his finger suddenly warmed. An electric sensation went straight to her core, her entire body shivering as she jerked in his arms.
“Just like that, love.”
Her second orgasm tore through her, her mouth open on a silent scream, her head falling back on his shoulder. Tightening her grip on his hair, every cell in her body lit up with pleasure, back arching, toes curling.
He followed her over the edge with a throaty growl, burying his face into her neck and spilling inside her with one last deep thrust.
He stilled, breathing heavily with his hands on her hips. Peppering kisses along the top of her shoulder.
“What was that?” she gasped, still trembling. “What did you do?”
He pulled out and gently lifted her in his arms, her body limp with pleasure, and lowered them both back into the water. Spinning her around, he laid her gently in his lap, and ran his hands along her curves, cleaning her with tenderness. “I used the tiniest bit of starlight to help you along. Just enough to heat my finger.”
Ava nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “That was…wow.”
He let out a low chuckle. “I’ll have to remember that trick, then.”
After washing each other, they dried off and stumbled to their room, crashing into the soft bed and falling asleep almost instantly, exhausted with pleasure.
21
Raine strode through the army camp, his ankle perfectly healed. A week after they’d taken back Igneothenia, they were still dealing with their dead and wounded. Having fae with the ability to burn the daemon bodies made their work quicker, but it was a daunting task just the same.
They had decided to honor the customs of each fallen soldier’s respective kingdom. Igneothenia typically burned their dead, while Monterre utilized their earth magic for burial. Saxumdale generally laid their people to rest at sea, but as they were too far from the coast they had improvised, burning their bodies and scattering the ashes at a nearby lake.
While they knew this was the best decision, as traditions were sacred in the world of Eorhan, it took longer than expected.
Though they wanted to remain and help rebuild the volcanic kingdom as they waited on bated breath for information from Caelestia, they were low on potions. They’d be moving out tomorrow, relocating west of Igneothenia’s bordersand making temporary camp north of the flattop mountains surrounding Saxumdale as they debated their next move.
Raine pulled back the flaps of the command tent and entered. Maeryn was hunched over a large table covered in maps, deep in thought as she muttered in her language under her breath.
