20. Vexxion
20
VEXXION
M y fury flitted, placing me below her on the flooferdar blankets. I, naturally, removed our clothing with a flick of my finger.
The blankets were soft. I could see why she adored them, though things like that weren’t necessary for a male like me. The fact that she loved them was all that mattered.
Bracing herself above me, she grinned. When she started stroking my chest, my smile joined with hers. I was tempted to flip her onto her back, to take charge like I do so often, because she adored it. But this was my Tempest, my fury, and I was eager to let her storm over me today.
“You need to tell me what feels good,” she purred in my ear as she continued to stroke along my sides, her palms moving up to my chest and her fingertips teasing my nipples. They puckered like hers did from my touch, and knowing that she was doing this to give me pleasure was all it took to make heat sear through my veins, centering in my cock. Lit, it surged upward, as eager as me.
“Everything, Fury. Everything you do feels good.”
“Then let me play.”
“Always.”
I placed my palms beneath my head and closed my eyes, giving myself over to this woman.
My woman. My perfect match. The only person I’d ever love.
Her mouth took the place of her fingers, and she kissed from my ear to my chin, moving down across my neck, where she nipped.
“Shall I claim you with my own form of brand, sear myself into your flesh like you do each time you stake your claim on my body?” my temptress asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Mark me, love.”
She bit down on my neck, and my groan ripped out.
She spread her legs wider around my hips, settling herself over my stiff cock. Her wetness coated my shaft.
Fuck.
I inhaled sharply, my arms tensing. It was all I could do not to flip her over and drive myself inside her, ride her until she shrieked out her joy. I loved that her hunger mirrored my own, that she needed me as much as I did her.
I slid my hands across her hips and gripped tight. I wanted to lift her, place the head of my cock at her entrance, then push her down. Impale her with all I had to give. Everything had been stolen from me but my soul and what was left of my tortured body. These, I gave to her freely.
I wanted to offer her this moment of pleasure in a world full of too much sadness, in a world that would soon be torn apart in a way the fae realm had never seen before. So I stroked across her belly and up to her breasts, cupping them, teasing the nipples to ripe buds. Rising, I sucked one into my mouth.
Her head tilted back, her hair cascading along her spine, and she moaned, a heady sound that only drove me closer to exploding.
One touch from this woman was all it took—all it would ever take. She was the other half of me. She had been from the instant she was born. We were destined from that moment, for this life and beyond.
With a nudge and a heady smile, she settled me back on the bed. “You’re distracting me.”
“I thought that was the point.” I pouted. Me. Pouted. This woman had changed me. Not the Vexxion the world saw, but the man I was inside. Without her, I was lost. With her, I was infinitely better. I couldn’t describe it in any other way.
Now I lived, when before, I’d merely existed. I’d been awash in muted grays, but she gave me vivid colors.
She kissed across my scars, and the feel of her tongue was a distant, scratchy thing that somehow healed me where I needed it most. I was humbled by the affection this woman gave me so freely, stunned that she saw everything that made up Vexxion and still found a way to love me.
Her hot mouth moved past my scars and across my chest, and she took care to attend to each of my nipples, her lips spreading in a smile as she adorned each with kisses. Then she moved on to my abdomen.
“It’s not fair,” she muttered as she dragged her tongue between each ridge.
“What’s not fair?” It tickled yet it didn’t, and my cock decided the matter, smacking against her chest. It wanted inside her body. It wanted to plunge into her hot and fast. It wanted me to pump into her until she cried out my name.
“That your body’s shaped like this.”
My laugh snorted out, though it was soon muffled by a groan when she licked up the length of my cock. “Would you rather my body wasn’t shaped like this?” I bit out, barely holding onto a thread of my self-control.
Speaking of threads. I let a few of them loose. They so rarely got to find joy in life. They were tools I wielded with precision, horrifying weapons of death. Now I used them to give my fury pleasure, and I felt them rumble with the same exquisite need inside me as they glided down her back and others slid between her legs.
She’s wet. Incredibly wet as always. My precious love.
Her breath caught, and her eyes rolled back before she shook her head and regained her focus.
You’re still in control, which means I’m not trying hard enough, she said in a sultry voice that tickled across my spine.
It was a game for us now. Who would give in first?
I dare your threads to do what they will, she said with a laugh in my mind.
I slid some inside her while the finer ones coiled around her clit, tugging and stroking .
Her moan was the headiest sound I’d ever heard. I wanted to hear it every single day of my life.
With another catch of her breath, she moved her body lower, sliding it along my leg. It was just skin, yet it thrummed with pleasure from the touch of her flesh.
Sensing I was losing this game, I doubled my efforts with my threads, and when she started thrusting her hips toward them, I grinned.
But when she took me into her mouth, my groan ripped out and my grin was stolen. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming slyly. She was doing this for me, but she was also doing it for herself, and that humbled me as much as the knowledge that she saw me and still loved me.
Her head bobbed up and down, and her tongue . . .
Fuck, I was losing control of everything . It was all I could do to keep my threads teasing, to keep driving her to the point where she’d lose the control I was barely holding onto myself.
In no time, I was jerking my hips up, driving my cock into her mouth, and I didn’t care about what was going on around me. It was a fine line between exploding and holding on. And fuck, I wanted to hold on. I didn’t want to lose myself until she was with me.
And she would be.
Finally, when I was about to latch onto her and put her into a position where I could plunge my cock into her wet sheath, she lifted her head, releasing me with a smooth pop. With a sweet smile, she slid her body up mine and rose over me.
“I’d ask if you enjoyed that,” she said. “But unless a beast slipped into the room when I wasn’t looking, I’d say yes, you do love the feel of my tongue.”
“Fury,” I growled, nearly come undone.
She held the head of my cock at her saturated entrance, dragging it through her folds. “Do you need something else from me, my wicked fae lord?”
“Fuck me.”
“I believe I shall.” She dropped down hard on my cock, impaling herself on the length. A wiggle of her cute ass sunk me deeper, and it was all I could do to hold on, to keep myself from giving in.
Not until she’d found her pleasure. Not until she’d found her pleasure.
I slid my threads out of her passage, leaving some to stroke her clit.
Her core clenched around me, and my fucking balls tightened.
I was about to break loose; it was all I could do to hold back. As she rose and dropped back down in a lazy manner, her face overcome with bliss, I thrust up to meet her.
She was beauty personified. Her face, suffused with pure pleasure, spoke of her love for me. The light in her eyes pierced my soul, and I knew I’d never be the same. My heart swelled. I was going to burst, and I’d only be reclaimed when I fell into this woman’s arms.
Power rushed through me as she stroked my chest, my sides. She bucked up and down, rocking against me before lifting completely. With a smile, she released me with a sucking sound that brought out my needy groan. Before I could say a thing, she turned her back to me and placed my cock at her entrance once more, plunging back down on it hard.
Fuck, yeah.
I sat and held her, rocking myself up into her while she rode me, her moans echoing in the room, harmonizing with my growls and groans.
There was nothing more arousing than knowing that this woman wanted me above all others.
Her whimpers grew feverish, as did her pace. “Not enough. Not enough!”
I urged her onto her hands and knees and gripped her hips tight. Then I ripped out of her and shot my cock back inside.
“Yes,” she moaned, her head dropping. She shoved back to meet each of my thick, driving thrusts, and I let loose, giving her everything I had and more.
The sight of her taking me so deeply, of her rocking back with hard jerks, made me come undone.
“Fury,” I growled, securing my grip on her hips, pushing into her harder and faster. My head reeled back and every muscle in my body tightened, sinew forging to tendons as my balls tightened and an orgasm started burning through me.
Not yet.
My threads stroked her clit, coiling around it and tugging.
I fought back my pleasure, focused solely on hers.
This was raw and feral and completely us. Always had been. Always would be. There was only now. Me. My fury. And our bodies coming together like this.
She fisted the blankets and with each thrust, released a heady moan. She surrendered completely to me, and there was nothing that could make me love her more than that.
Leaning over her, I stroked her breasts, tugging on and rolling her nipples.
Her body gave way, shuddering beneath mine, and that was all it took for mine to follow. I ignited. I was consumed by her.
Tremors took hold, and I roared as I succumbed to this woman alone.