Chapter 24 #2
His gaze latched onto the scar scoring her inner thigh, and he rubbed his nose along the healing gash, breathing in the tempting scent of her.
She shuddered against his touch, and he felt the tremor in her soul.
Gods divine, she was so wet. So slick. All he wanted was one taste.
One lick. One drop of the euphoric honey pooling between her legs.
But no, that would come later.
Right now, Caelian wanted more. So, he was going to fill her until she was drunk off the ecstasy of his cock.
Shoving off his knees, he guided her so she was once more pinned against the tree.
He grabbed the backs of her thighs and hauled her up, hooking her legs around his waist. Caelian held on to his shoulders, bracing herself, her heels digging into his lower back as he situated himself between her thighs.
Kjeld reached between them and grabbed his shaft, lining the tip of it with her slick entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked, the words gruff and edgy. Strained with longing. He rubbed his tip back and forth along her seam, spreading her wetness, making her writhe in his arms.
Caelian bobbed her head. “Yes. Stars, yes please.”
His fingers dug into her flesh, sure to leave bruises. “It might sting. It might stretch and burn. But I promise you, the pleasure will be worth the pain.”
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she nodded. “Okay.”
The word left her on a gasp, and Kjeld pushed inside her. One desperate inch.
Her pulse fired through him, blinding him with need. Each breath he took was slow and measured. Pained. But he refused to shove inside her, determined to be careful instead of hurting her.
“It’s so big. What if it’s too much?” Caelian clawed at him, fighting against the intrusion. Her back bowed, hips rolling forward, urging him to sink deeper. “What if I can’t…”
“You can,” he confirmed, kissing her soundly on the mouth.
But a small part of him was still doubtful.
He wasn’t even halfway yet. Pausing, he pampered her with kisses as a means of distraction, and when their tongues tangled, her body relaxed around him.
Her legs fell open a little wider. Her muscles softened and she welcomed more of him.
“I know it hurts. But it will be fleeting.”
“Do you swear it?” She bit that damning lip, wincing as his thick length slid another inch.
“I swear it.” Sweat beaded along his brow and he grunted, angling himself so she took two more inches.
The sounds she made buzzed through his mind, leaving him delirious.
He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on her.
On her pleasure. “Then once I’m fully seated, the tension will bleed away.
Your body will become accustomed to me being inside of you, and then, sweet wife, you’ll want my cock every hour of every day. ”
Her gaze latched onto him, shock reflected in the jeweled blue pools. “That’s quite a bold claim, husband.”
Kjeld flashed her wicked smile. Rolling his fingers over her bare hip, he let his thumb dip low to her clit. He brushed it lightly, applying some pressure, teasing the bundles of nerves. She made another tempting sound this time, breathy and whimsical, like a song.
Another slick push. Another inch.
Her eyes rolled and her lips parted.
Kjeld was almost home.
“You’re doing so well, Starweaver. Taking every inch.” He kissed her jaw. Her earlobe. The hollow of her throat. “It’s like your sweet little cunt was made for me, forged by the stars to take solid iron.”
Caelian whimpered and he surged forward, filling her to the hilt.
She cried out then, but it wasn’t one of agony, it was his name. Her breath came in heavy pants, fueling him. Maddening him. Driving himself wild with a kind of reckless abandon.
“Hold on to me,” he demanded, and she readily obeyed, weaving her arms around his neck.
Once she was secure, he took hold of the willow’s trunk on either side of her head.
With his nails digging into the bark, he started to pump.
Hard and fast. He drove himself into her slick folds, his hips rocking with urgency.
Widening his stance, he jutted upward, adjusting his angle, forcing his shaft deeper.
Stretching her. Breaking her. Caelian was incoherent, her wails and moans were a most satisfying cadence.
She thrashed, her mouth latching onto his shoulder, her teeth sinking into his flesh.
The walls of her cunt gripped him and his cock swelled, but it wasn’t enough.
“Do you know how often I’ve dreamed of doing this to you?
Of fucking you until you can’t breathe?” Kjeld jerked, continuing his quick thrusts.
He snatched a handful of hair from her messy bun, tilting her head to one side as he ran his mouth along the tip of her ear.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you scream my name? ”
She quivered. Squeezing and tightening around him.
“This is only the beginning for us, Caelian.” He licked her ear and she shuddered. Her heartbeat funneled through his veins straight to his cock. “From now on, it will always be like this. Frenzied. Desperate. Because I love you, and I never want to stop.”
Caelian was Valorahan in the flesh, and Kjeld was walking through the heavens and being kissed by the stars.
Her mouth was the purest form of divinity, luscious and tempting, a promise of everlasting paradise.
She tasted like every midnight dream, and he never wanted to wake up.
Kjeld would slumber in the frozen rivers of the Northernlands for an eternity if it meant his lips only ever touched hers.
His immortal life was damned.
For she was his rapture. His calling. His home.
Caelian made such sweet little sounds, the melodic chord of a moan and a gasp. His cock strained, pushing deeper inside her as he rolled his hips, loving the way she clutched at him like a lifeline. Like he was all she needed to survive.
Caelian gasped, her body quaking around him with the promise of release.
Kjeld made a wish.
“I wish I could fuck my wife all night.”
She threw one hand in the air, a stream of starlight exploding around her as she toppled over the edge into oblivion.
The falling star streaked through a sky bleeding with hues of peach and fiery red.
“Granted,” she sobbed, collapsing into his arms.
Kjeld’s body spasmed. On one final thrust, he buried himself inside her. The orgasm tore through him, violent and chaotic, filling her with his spend until it dripped down her thighs.
He lowered himself to the ground, carrying her with him.
The earth beneath them softened into a bed of grass, flowers of silver and blue sprouted from its downy patch of evergreen.
Apparently the Myrkwild approved.
Caelian rolled onto the grass with messy hair and flushed cheeks. Kjeld used a small scrap of her skirt to clean her, promising to replace it.
“I love you, too,” she whispered, her eyes already fluttering closed. She started humming to herself, a melody he didn’t recall.
Kjeld knew it wouldn’t be long until Caelian was asleep, and he’d let her have a few moments of rest.
For now.