16. CHAPTER 16 #2
I picked up the pace a little. I swallowed him in as much as I could, causing me to gag a little. He let out a loud moan, and I knew that he was getting closer. I applied more pressure behind his balls, moving in a smooth, fast rhythm.
“Oh gods, oh fuck… fuck me... Auri… gods. FUCKKK”
He let out a loud roar, and I heard his wings spring open loudly.
His cock started pulsing into my mouth, filling it with a salty flavor.
I swallowed it down. I slowed down, still moving his cock in and out of my mouth.
I felt his pulse pulsating against my tongue.
I came to the tip and applied a little suction, getting every little bit of cum he had to offer.
He gasped, the sound breaking into a moan, and heat ripped through me. Gods, I loved pulling that from him. I did it again, slower this time, and he answered with the same sound, the same shudder that tightened every nerve in me.
I lifted my gaze, and his locked with mine. The charge hit hard—electricity pouring through my mouth, down my chest, sinking low until I burned for him. It wasn’t the same raw blast as before, but it was enough to set my body on fire, every inch alive with wanting.
I stood up, and he quickly grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss.
He pulled back, pressed his forehead to mine, both of us barely breathing, taking it in.
He pushed my shoulder to spin me around, grabbed up the soap, put it on a washcloth, and lathered me.
He did it so tenderly, taking his time. He moved to my front and did the same, moving from my shoulders down.
He knelt, moving the washcloth down my leg, before using his free hand to place his thumb on my clit, softly moving in circles .
He rose in a sudden motion, a teasing glint sparking in his eyes. Warm, soapy water slid off my skin as I snatched the washcloth from his hand and worked up more suds. I pressed the cloth to his chest, scrubbing across smooth skin, tracing every line and curve.
I shifted behind him and brushed the cloth over his wings, careful with each stroke, studying them.
I had seen them fully spread only once before.
Earlier, they hadn’t stretched as wide, not like on the tower when he had flown—then they had unfurled in a breathtaking sweep of black, vast and unyielding.
He turned his head to peer over his shoulder at me, and I smiled at him.
I moved the cloth to my left hand and took my finger and ran it over the webs in his wing.
His wings started on each side of his spine, right under his shoulder blades.
I rubbed my finger down the webbing that was near his spine, and his entire body shook.
I pulled my finger back, not wanting to push his boundaries.
“It’s okay, I’ve never had anyone touch them before. You hit a damned sensitive spot, in all the good ways.”
I continued rubbing my fingers all over his wings, taking mental note of all the spots that made him shiver. I finished washing him down, then came around to the front of him. He grabbed me up and started kissing me feverishly, like he hadn’t just cum.
He turned the water off, then pulled me into his arms, carrying me back to the bed.
As soon as he started kissing me, my arousal immediately peaked.
Gods, his lips felt so amazing across my skin.
He moved down between my legs, still gently kissing me.
He stopped on my inner thigh, close to my clit, and sucked there for a few seconds, and repeated on the opposite side.
He took his tongue and slowly moved it from my perineum to my clit, in one gliding motion.
I felt myself getting wetter and my body flushing warmer. He took his tongue and flicked my clit with it at a fast-teasing pace. It felt so glorious, I swallowed hard, biting back my moan. He inserted two fingers into my wetness, and I let out a loud moan, and my breathing became more uneven .
He sent me into another earth-shattering orgasm, my vision fading to black as twinkling stars danced before my eyes.
I had many other partners, but none matched the intensity of ours.
I believed the emotional bond we forged, or perhaps our destined connection, fueled it.
Whatever the reason, I was not complaining.
We cuddled on his bed, my head on his arm, both of us out of breath.
Everything about lying in his arms screamed home to me, and at the same time, something felt off overall.
Not with Zane, but something wasn’t settling right.
My mom’s letters had me overall concerned.
She revealed things but didn’t tell me anything at all.
I was happy that she wrote about the bond, but most of it I had already figured out—I was living it.
Someone hammered on the door twice, as if there was a fire outside. Zane and I both jumped. Like what the fuck? We both were dazed, hugging each other as if time had paused for a moment.
“Zane. You're late!” the voice screamed.
“Oh shit!” Zane shot to his feet. “I need to go. They’re running an exercise on the first-years—forcing them into it. I was supposed to be knocking on doors and wrecking what they thought would be a free Saturday.”
He yanked on his clothes in a rush. Whoever waited outside pounded again, sharp and impatient. Zane cracked the door, lifted two fingers in a signal, then shut it tight.
He crossed back to me where I lay tangled in his sheets. He bent low, pressed a quick kiss to my lips, and the taste of him lingered as he pulled away.
“Leave whenever you want. The first week will probably be hectic for us both, but I am always here if you need me.” He tapped the side of his head. “Love, I know you can take care of yourself but be careful out there. I’d hate to have to kill someone in the first week.”