Epilogue #2
I slid my fingers up and down, refusing to give her the full penetration she so desired.
“How will they know you’re not in agony? How will they know when you call out…that it’s in pleasure, not pain?” I pondered, beginning to roll my thumb in small circles over her most sensitive spot, causing her to whimper. Gods that sound she made; I lived for that sound.
“Please,” she begged, trying to coax me into granting her more of what she craved.
“Tell them, fated one. Tell the Gods who makes you cry out to the heavens.”
Just as I commanded her to answer, I plunged my fingers in deeper, using my free hand to squeeze her full breast.
She gasped willingly, “Moirai!”
I slid up her blouse and hovered my body over hers.
Cress sighed disappointedly as I removed my hand from her pants, sensing the loss of my touch.
The soft swells of her breasts were cupped in each of my palms as I lowered my mouth and traced circles around her rosy peaks.
Her hips pressed up into mine, and with each flick of my tongue she began to moan, her skin abuzz with goosebumps as the cold air met my saliva.
I dragged my teeth across her nipple, biting down until she bucked her hips into me from the collision of pain and pleasure.
Trailing kisses across her stomach, I made my path painstakingly slow. I slid my hand back down; this time finding her wetter for me. Lifting my mouth from her skin, I smiled to myself and asked, “They can’t hear you, Cress. Who do you cry out for?”
Just as her lips began to utter an answer, I shoved two fingers deep inside of her once more, at the same time using all her thoughts swarming around the sensation to amplify them tenfold.
As she attempted to call out “Moirai,” I heard the crack in her voice, the moment Siren Song and my labors gifted her a feeling beyond any she could have ever conjured for herself.
The sound of the word barely trembling from her lips had me fighting my own temptation to erupt, but I would find the control.
I would find the way to languish in the sensual torture of my mate.
For she had no idea the way her mere gaze, her mere touch, did things to me I was not proud of.
Not in control of. I had surrendered my body, mind and heart to this female long ago, and I’d gladly spend the rest of my days trying to show her how this tether between us was an obsession I’d faithfully serve at the altar of.
I continued to work her with the rapid plunging of my fingers in and out, the motions dancing in unison with my unique ability. She began the chorus of whines that let me know my mate was finding her climax—but this would just be one of many.
There would be no time for recovery.
As her muscles relaxed and she crumpled from the weight of her orgasm, I slid her pants off fully.
While she lay there, attempting to catch her breath, I relieved myself of my shirt and pants.
The cool air hit my pecs, sending ticklish delight all across my body.
I stared down at my mate relaxing in the aftermath of her bliss, and it made me eager to take her there again and again.
I lay down next to her, coaxing her against my body as I curled around hers.
The sheen of sweat across her body was a sign of our illicit exertions.
When I was done with her, she was going to need a dip in the nearby waters.
She eased into my caress and I kissed her shoulder gently, once, twice, making her think that this is how it would be, but my kiss turned to a nibble, and then a bite.
Her muscles went taut as she reacted to the sharp sensation of my teeth against her sensitive skin.
I pressed my chest flat against her back and nudged aside her long hair, giving me access to her neck.
I placed firm kisses there and gripped my cock behind her ass, ensuring it was rock hard for her.
She felt my motions and nudged her rear further against my groin.
This angle was my mate’s favorite, and for that reason, I liked to withhold it from her.
If I gave her what she wanted every single time, then it wouldn’t be special.
I grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg to rest it over my hip.
Placing myself at her entrance, I teased her from behind.
My tip already glistened with the excitement of our previous actions, and I used it to lubricate her further, sliding myself in mere inches.
I held myself there, knowing this would drive her absolutely wild.
I forced myself to remain very still, waiting for her annoyance to peak.
Expectedly, she began to rock her hips back and forth against what little I gave her.
Knowing there was so much more to be had.
I leaned in and whispered, “Whose song makes you come? Tell me. Tell the Gods.”
I had barely finished my words before she pushed herself back fully, taking all of me inside of her. Deep and fast.
“Moirai!” A shrill cry and yell melting into one loud answer.
Cress continued to writhe against me. I held still and let her find the rhythm and pace of her preference.
While she ran her heat up and down my rigid cock, I let myself, for one brief moment, focus on my own lust. My head leaned back, and my eyes squeezed shut tightly.
When I opened them again, I ran my hand under her arm and squeezed her breast as I relished in how the curves of her body looked fucking amazing rolling against me.
The cadence of her moans swayed over me like waves in the sea, and I knew I wasn’t going to last if I continued to let her ride me at this angle.
The position wasn’t untenable for me, but the sounds she made would be my undoing.
Before she could meet her climax again, I pulled myself from her entrance and rose to my knees, tugging at her hips and re-positioning her on all fours in front of me.
I hated this position because I couldn’t see her stunning face, but I also knew there was no better way to work her to the brink where I could control every stroke and thrust. She arched her back and perked that fine ass of hers towards the sky.
Waiting for me. Baiting me. Begging for me to take her to the edge of our devious desires and beyond.
I licked my fingers and ran them across her sex, causing her hips to buck.
I wanted to make sure she was still good and wet for me.
If not, I’d need to delay this for a moment longer, but her pussy was dripping for me.
I stroked it a couple of times more before placing myself just inside her entrance.
I ran my hand down her spine and, in one motion, gave her a swift spank, the sting of which caused her to contract tightly around the head of my cock.
Before she could react any further, I thrust into her forcefully, claiming her fully.
Mine.
Instinctively, she began to undulate, taking me in over and over to the hilt.
There was nothing to stifle her moans, nothing to muffle her cries to the Gods as she called out for me, her Moirai.
I gripped her ass tightly, watching as my cock sheathed inside of her, the view of which would be forever etched into my memory.
I did everything in my power to focus my Siren Song on the details of her unfettered thoughts.
Females experienced sex so differently than males.
Oftentimes, their distractions and overthinking clouded the potency of the sensations they could be embracing.
But when Cress was with me, she was free of all that.
Fully emersed in herself, listening to her body and letting it tell her what she wanted.
Being brave enough to take it. To demand nothing less than the highest form of her own pleasure.
It was the surrender to this clarity that allowed me to so easily latch on to the thoughts and intensify the orgasm for her.
It also meant I knew exactly when she was about to come.
And because of this, I aimed to sync my release with hers.
The quaking of her inner muscles caused my cock to pulsate as I fought to hang on a moment longer—just a bit longer, and my beautiful mate would shatter beneath me.
Only then would I allow myself the same release.
We moved in unison. Made for one another.
Crafted by cruel Gods, meant to wander unfilled and incomplete until our two bodies joined like celestial objects in the sky.
Permanent and intertwined in each other’s orbit for all eternity and what little life this cursed world would grant us.
“I love you!” she bellowed out loudly, ushering forth my climax, wrapping it tightly around her own as she let out another shaky declaration of “I love you.”
A breath rushed out of me as we both met our end, and all the muscles in my body loosened.
I gently slid myself free from Cress, and we both crumpled to the ground.
Facing me, I held her close to my chest. Our heavy panting mingled with the sounds of the nighttime insects; she had longed to hear them ever since returning to Cambria.
We lay there quietly in the vulnerability of our circumstances.
Knowing our destination and what we’d left behind, the invisible shackles we would always wear, much like the invisible tether I welcomed between us.
Cress’s forehead rested near the crook of my neck and I kissed it gently.
The overwhelming euphoria faded and beneath it was nothing but a fragile secret I could no longer keep.
Fear rushed in, armorless, and I surrendered my heart to everything I had kept a bay. Mind to mind, I confessed.
“I have to tell you something.”