Page 23 of An Arrow to the Heart

He wanted her to say his name. He needed to hear her say it. He wouldn’t give her what she wanted until she did.

“Who?” He asked again, practically growling the words into her skin.

But the stubborn woman she was, she kept her mouth shut, instead she jumped off the counter so quickly he barely had time to register it before she was on her knees before him, releasing his cock, putting the full length of him into her mouth. He stumbled back slightly into the counter, gripping it for stability and he let out a groan of pleasure. He slammed his eyes shut and tipped his head back at the ecstasy of it, she began to pick up her pace, pushing him further down her throat. He’d dreamt of this exact moment so many times, but his imagination paled in comparison to what he felt right now.

“Fuck, Sylvie,” he muttered, followed by a moan, “Sylvie,” he said again, offering her name like a prayer as he braced himself on the counter.

He was going to come.

His breathing sped up as he began bucking his hips to meet her rhythm. He continued to moan, and just like that she got up from her knees and walked to the other side of the room. She’d done to him, what he’d done to her. He bit his lip and let out a raspy laugh as his entire body throbbed with need. Gods, this woman, he’d never wanted anyone more.

She merely licked her lips looking back at him, her eyes bright like a burning flame. Then she began removing her clothes, one by one, agonisingly slowly, knowing his eyes were locked onto her. His breath caught as the last of her garments fell to the floor in a puddle around her feet. She was fucking perfect.

Cock in hand, Ardál had begun stroking it lazily whilst watching her. She slowly moved to the armchair facing him, and once seated, she spread her legs.

Wide.

At the sight of her glistening wetness he lost all control and came.

He wasn’t even sorry, or ashamed, he knew he’d be hard again in a matter of minutes as he continued to watch her.

He watched her intently as she brought her own hand down to her wetness, coating her fingers in it. She began to writhe and moan as she rubbed herself until her head flew back in her own release. Her body shuddered rhythmically and she softly whimpered.

The sight of her in elation was his undoing, he had never needed anything more than he needed her right then and he was already hard again.

He wanted to feel her come on his tongue, on his fingers, on his cock. He wanted to be the source of her pleasure.

“Please,” he begged.

She rose to her feet, closing the distance between them and she brought her face close to his.

“Ardál,” she breathed against his lips, the sound barely more than a whisper, then she kissed him. Slowly at first, then more urgently. Their mouths came together like a clashing of worlds. He could taste himself on her and it only turned him on more. He brought his hands around her, holding her tightly against him, one of her hands had found their way into his hair and his cock twitched at the slight way she pulled it.

She was truly divine.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

-Sylvie-

Awild boldness overcame Sylvie as her whole body ached with longing, she wasn’t going to deny herself any longer. Her gaze dropped to the evidence of his arousal as she ran her hand down the hair on his chest to below his waistline. Her hands tightened around his straining shaft and she bit her bottom lip at the thought of the length of him filling her.

Every muscle in her body tensed with anticipation as she led him to the settee bidding him to sit. She watched as his chest fell and rose, his heartbeat as wild as hers. She reached out supporting herself on his muscular broad shoulders as she straddled him. His hands skimmed over her inner thighs as he let out a guttural groan and she closed the gap between his hard chest against the softness of her generous bosom.

“Wait,” he panted, “as much as I want this, and believe me I really really do,” he said, his voice strained, “I haven’t been taking the tea, with the injury and everything it kind of fell to the back of my mind, and I didn’t think this would actually happ-.”

“I’ve been taking it,” she said, cutting him off between kisses to his ear and neck. Truth be told she started taking the tea that night when they had supper in the garden.

“Thank fuck,” he breathed a heavy sigh into her neck, that felt like a purr, “because I was prepared to risk it if that’s what you had wanted.”

His fingers traced the line of her spine in an almost tickle, igniting goosebumps down her spine as she lowered herself onto his thick cock. He groaned as the girth of him stretched her and she welcomed the length of him in as she sank lower, eclipsing all the space between them.

She brought her forehead to his, keeping it on him as she began to move up and down, her long soft silver hair spilled around his head like a curtain. Guiding his vision to remain solely on her. He anchored his hands on her hips, his thumbs driving into her as he guided her up and down.

“You feel incredible,” he muttered against her skin.

“We definitely shouldn’t have waited so long,” she whispered between a mumble of soft moans and sighs.

As she increased her speed he moved his hands to cup her breasts, taking a hard nipple in his mouth, his tongue teasing it before he took it between his teeth and playfully dragged it. The sensation of it sent tingles down her stomach and she allowed herself to lose herself in him, in that moment all her thoughts centred around him and the happiness she felt with him.