Chapter 19 #2
His elbows land on either side of my abdomen, lips dipping to caress my navel next. My breath hitches, but instead of going lower like I expect, he returns to my nipples.
“You’re going too slow,” I complain.
He nips at my right breast in rebuke. “This is our first time. I want the memory of us seared into your brain for another five hundred years.”
There is absolutely no chance of me forgetting this moment, even if I survive to be a thousand. It will be burned into my neurons forever. But before I can reassure him of that, he returns to his task, settling his full weight between my legs.
The combination is decadent, his touches conspiring to overload my nerve endings, and I moan, twisting my fingers deep into his locks. I want him to go further. I want him to never stop what he’s doing. I want… I want…
My hips rise, grinding my clit against the seam of his jeans, and that’s all it takes.
My lips part on a gasped whine as I topple over the edge of ecstasy, pleasure suffusing my cells until I can’t remember how to breathe.
His smile against my pale skin is devilish.
I want to pry myself from the bed and demand he finish losing his clothes, but he leans down, hooks his elbows behind my knees, and forces my legs open so he can settle between them.
“Drenched,” he notes, black stare locked on the folds of my sex like he’s…hungry. “And you’ve only had one orgasm.”
“Only one?” I stammer.
‘One’ was all I wanted. In my past life, ‘one’ was a perfectly acceptable outcome. ‘One’ was the goal, and it was more than most men could manage with a map and directions.
Dakari is not most men.
He proves that when he dives in, delivering a long, flat lick to my pussy that has my lower back bowing from the bed and my breath fleeing once more.
“Dakari!” I forgot how much I loved this. Emotion clogs my throat, heart tightening as I realise this is really happening.
After so many years of yearning, of reading, and reminiscing, I’m falling apart under his tongue. His warm shoulders are pressed against my inner thighs, and it’s better than I remembered.
My body sings under his devourment, and my eyes flutter shut as tears prick and burn at the inner corners. It isn’t until he stops that I even realise I’m crying.
“Baby girl,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Do you need a minute?”
I wipe frantically at the salty trails on my cheeks. “No. Sorry. I just… I never thought I’d ever get to have this again and—it’s stupid. I know. Don’t stop. Please.”
“I won’t. But if you need—”
“You promised me more orgasms,” I cut him off, recovering a little of my composure as I set my shoulders with challenge. “Or was that all just talk?”
That shark-like gaze flicks over my face, but if he’s searching for doubt or hesitation, he won’t find any.
The tip of his tongue darts out to flick directly against my clit, and the warmth that was building returns in a rush. This time, I force the ball of emotion down deep, burying it so it can’t interrupt.
There will be time later, when this is over, to pick every second apart and wallow in gratitude for this gift. Right now, I have this gorgeous man between my thighs, and I’ll be damned if I’ll allow this ridiculous rush of sentimentality to ruin the moment.
Dakari swirls his tongue around my clit, delving lower to my entrance, where he groans before licking deeper, faster.
His mouth must be enchanted, surely. There’s no other explanation for the way he’s mercilessly driving me back to the pinnacle I just fell from.
It’s too much. Too intense. My thighs tense, trying to slam closed around his head, but he wedges me open with his shoulders, denying me.
Then he hums. Magic. I scream this time, the noise dragging free of my throat like a victory cry as my body sags in his hold.
But he just…keeps going?
One long finger slips between the drenched lips of my sex, driving home in a shocking burst of fullness that makes me writhe on the bed all over again despite my satiety.
“Dakari, I—”
“You can give me one more,” he coaches. “One more before I sink inside you.”
He’s going to kill me. I might’ve survived my first sacrifice, but I’m about to die on the altar of Eros, and I can’t even feel bad about it.
He uses that finger in formidable ways, twisting and pumping and adding a second before curving them so each thrust rubs at my anterior wall while his lips—Oh.
I will never look at that sinful mouth the same way again as he takes my clit and sucks in a rapid staccato burst.
“Dakari!” Is that shrill, piercing voice really mine? I don’t even care. The friction. The suction.
The whole world sharpens, and for a brief instant, I think I do actually see stars bursting into life behind my eyelids before I return to earth.
His jeans are gone, kicked away. The dim light from the clock faces above bathes his skin as he settles above me, his elbows on either side of my head. My mouth falls open as the heat of his cock settles precisely where it needs to, kissing my entrance.
But not pressing in. Not yet.
“Fuck me,” I pant.
As if that was all he wanted, he thrusts forward.
Oh. Oh stars. Fuck. I forgot. Or maybe I’ve just never been this full before.
My body stretches, yielding to the invasion with a slight ache that makes my fingers tense on his biceps and my breath hiss out in a rush. His eyes snap to mine once more.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, cupping my face. “I can stop.”
“No,” I pant, willing myself to adjust faster.
He takes me at my word, his head falling back as his pelvis finally meets the inside of my thighs. There’s a heartbeat, maybe two, where my body scrambles to remember how to do this. I’m not sure it can. Surely, I’ve never been possessed so thoroughly. Not even in my fantasies.
Dakari rotates his hips, then drags them back, letting me feel every inch of him as he separates us, then pushes back in to the sound of my gasp. His third thrust is stronger, every muscle in his chest working to bury himself as deep as he can go.
Then, with a last silent check on me, he lets go and fucks me.
Stroke after stroke, my whole body resonates with pleasure.
Considering how wet I am, I shouldn’t be surprised by the noises coming from the place where we join, but I must’ve forgotten that part too.
I glance down, admiring the shiny coating I’ve left on his cock as he loses himself in me.
“Baby girl,” he groans. “Fuck. Stop clenching, or this will be over before I can get you to come again.”
Again? No. That’s not possible. But then he adjusts the angle, hand gripping the nape of my neck as he starts to work himself in and out harder and harder, hitting my G-spot with unerring precision.
It’s too much.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you fucking can.”
Our breaths mingle, filling the air with harsh little pants. Sweat coats both of us as our gazes lock.
I lean up, bridging the gap to claim his lips in a wild kiss that makes him groan into my mouth. He tastes of me, and heat rushes to my cheeks as I realise his lips are still wet with my release. His next thrust hits harder, his pubic bone grinding against my clit in a way that breaks me.
I cry out against his lips, and he swallows the sound, repeating the motion again and again. I’d barely gotten used to sensation, and this…
My final climax is merciless, ripping me apart until there’s nothing left but shimmering dust. I tear our mouths apart in a desperate search for air.
My pussy squeezes him until his movements stutter.
His forehead drops to meet mine, then a noise that’s half-growl-half-groan breaks free of his chest. Deep inside me, his cock spurts, ropes of heat spilling out where we join as he finally follows me over the edge.
As our heartbeats slow, and he rolls over to drag me into his arms, I realise I might’ve just made a terrible miscalculation.
Because no matter what I said at the start, I don’t think just once will be enough. There’s no way I’ll be able to pretend this never happened when every time I look at him, I’ll be drawn back to this moment.
“You—” I gasp. “Are—”
He raises that one brow expectantly. “Yes?”
“I should banish you.” The threat has no heat, especially when I snuggle deeper into his embrace as I say it, throwing one leg over both of his.
He strokes a strand of hair away from my sweaty shoulder. “I can think of some reasons why you might keep me around.” A pause. “Do you want to talk about why you were crying?”
“Your oral skills are terrible,” I deadpan, then sigh deeply.
“No. It… It was perfect. I thought that after all these years maybe I’d forgotten; maybe I was hoping for too much.
I spent so many hours just wishing I’d taken more time to appreciate what I had while I was alive, praying for my memories to be sharper so I could remember what it really felt like.
And the books, they helped, they soothed, but they cut at the same time, because I knew I would never have it again, and I… You gave it back to me. Thank you.”
Somewhere in the midst of the confession, my eyes start to burn again, but I blink it away, tracing mindless lines over his chest.
“It’s such a silly thing to miss.” I try for levity and fail when my voice cracks a little.
“I don’t think so.”
“You don’t?”
“No. At its core, sex is about connection and intimacy. Craving that is only human.” His thumb brushes back and forth over my shoulder as he speaks.
“Perhaps.”
But I fear that in giving in to this, I’ve unlocked a deeper craving that won’t be so easily assuaged. If Dakari and I continue our liaisons, and the others join in, it won’t just be sex that I crave. I’d already been so drawn to their company before we added this addictive passion into the mix…
A new fear squirrels between my ribs as I lie there, letting Dakari pet me until his soft snores fill the room. Even with my contract, and all the work I put into preventing any kind of fallout from the inevitable end of this, I never realised just how at risk my heart was until now.