63. Chapter 63
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Nelle
T he sensation of what had always been between us sizzled and crackled over my flesh with such intensity I felt like a live wire. I needed Graysen now. “Protection?”
In between kissing me, he murmured, “You incinerated my clothes…along with the condom.”
Shit, shit, shit. I had.
He said, “I’ll go back to the mansion.”
I broke away from our kiss. Graysen was glassy-eyed and gorgeous, lips parted and swollen. He blinked rapidly as if dazedly coming to grips with the fact I’d withdrawn.
“I…” Chewing my lip, I glanced into the undergrowth. Was I really going to do this? “I take a tonic once a month. House Simonis,” I explained, surprised at how low and husky my voice was. “I can’t get pregnant. My mother… She gave it to me once I turned nineteen. I suppose she thought you might…well, I guess she thought we might…”
A strange quality sank into his gaze, something so strangely unlike him—frantic and nervous—it stunned me. He framed my face with his large hands. His breathing was ragged and his voice strangled, and he lowered his lashes as if he couldn’t say this while looking into my eyes. “There’s only one girl…I’ve ever wanted to feel wrapped around my cock…milking my c-cum.” Nostrils flaring, he moaned… actually made himself moan and bite his lip to speak the words. “Nelle, I just want to f-fuck you,” he pleaded.
He was power and strength. A wild beast cloaked in human skin. And I had him begging.
A thrill rippled down my spine to think that I could bring this man to his knees.
“Okay then. ”
He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure?”
Grinning, I leaned in and nipped his bottom lip. “More than.”
He blew out a pent-up breath, relief flowing through him, enough to make those taut muscles relax slightly. His gaze suddenly flashed with warning. “Don’t burn the woods down.”
Hells, he was right though. My power was entwined with my emotions and it had torn free every time we’d been physical. Sexual, if I was being specific.
I took hold of his arm and, in a burst of motion, swifted us into the cave behind the waterfall, letting the fire loose, pale flames scoring the pitted roof of the cavern. It sparkled and lit the damp place in pockets of silver light and it looked like the night sky, as if the stars were so close we could reach out and touch them.
I usually came into the cavern during the day when the sunshine shone through the cascading water and kept the space full of light. But at night…I couldn’t…unless I illuminated it with fire first. But us being here was safer than the woods or the mansion where I might burn it down.
The cavern was small with a naturally formed ledge on one side and its stone floor wet with water. Undulating light from the fire burning overhead skittered all over Graysen’s body as he jolted in shock, hissing through his teeth. He rose and advanced on me, backing me up against the smooth edge of the rock. “A warning might have been good.” Grabbing hold of my waist, he swung us both around, lifting me at the same time to place me on the ledge. I yelped in surprise, then my mouth made a delighted O.
Joining me up there, he pushed me to lie down. Cool, polished stone met my back. “Eyes on me, little bird,” he purred. “I want to see you unravel. I want to see you come.”
“Missionary? How tame.”
“I said I’d go easy on you.” His gaze sparkled with amusement. “Breaking you in, little bird, wouldn’t want to scare you.” His lips captured mine in a soft kiss that I could feel he was holding back on. “It’s going to hurt,” he murmured.
“Of course it is.” I’d read enough to know the first time would, and though I had no experience, I was pretty sure Graysen was equipped with a weapon.
He dragged the fat tip up and down my folds, stealing my arousal and coating his stiff shaft with it. We both watched. I levered up by my elbows, while his dark, messy hair fell across his eyes as he nudged inside. I gasped, biting my lip, wincing at the stretch, the burn, the sudden flare of pain. The strangeness of the intrusion.
Leaning forward, he braced his hands on either side of my head, wrists bound in thin leather straps and silver bracelets. The Ukkenskrit tattoos shifted with the flexing of his biceps as he rocked, kept rocking, with strain on his face, as he inched in and in and in.
My body was slick with want and swollen with desire, but it took persistence for my body to finally welcome his. My breath came in huffs and my hands fisted by my sides. “How much more?” He knew what I was asking.
“Halfway,” he gritted out, stilling. His gaze flicked to mine. “Ready?”
I nodded, every muscle locked.
He thrust with a low, gruff growl. Deep. So deep. He filled every space inside.
A burning pain ripped through me. A laceration at the deepest part of me, tearing a wounded sound from my throat. His mouth captured mine, swallowing back the huffed breaths, the sudden fear and agony, while murmuring sweet words between kisses. And slowly, slowly, the pain became a memory.
Dark curls of hair brushed against my skin as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, the pulse of quick breath skimming my flesh. He’d stilled, yet I felt him flex inside, my inner walls clenching in silent reply.
He didn’t move. At first, I thought he was letting me adjust to this new sensation speared through my core. But there was tension in his body. His muscles twitched as I touched his shoulder, making a slow exploratory roll of my hips.
Suddenly, he slapped his hand on my hip to pin me down. “Don’t. I’ll come like a fucking schoolboy getting his cock wet for the first time.” He gritted out hoarsely. “Gods, Nelle, I feel you everywhere.” I feathered my fingers through his hair, tugging his head back to see his eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched tight. He shuddered. “Everywhere. It’s too much. You’re too much.”
His eyes flashed open, and I watched as quicksilver flowed through his irises, banishing the black until I was looking into my own eyes—pale gray, striations of silver and flecks of charcoal.
“Mine…” I whispered, brushing a thumb across the plane of his cheekbone.
And the word held power. I could feel it humming, magic crackling, hanging in the air like an unanswered question.
His hand snaked down, his thumb pressing against my clit, and he made tiny, gentle circles, and I was able to relax, slowly, surely, my inner walls rippling around his cock. “Oh gods…” I gasped, unable to stop my hips from rolling. A raw groan filled the air between us. He pushed off to lean on the heel of one hand, the other hand shifting the angle of my hips while he ground his pelvis, the coarse hair at the base of his shaft brushing against my sex. He withdrew slowly, savoring the motion, eyes heavily lidded as he watched my reaction, both of us feeling the fr iction of the movement, only to surge in hard, hitting a spot that had my breasts bouncing and my spine bowing, a cry leaving my throat.
He drove back in, a thrust between each roughly spoken word. “It feels glorious to cleave you apart, little bird.”
Every part of him was invested, his sculpted hips moving with precision, a palm sliding languidly down my inner thigh. The other calloused, hardened hand spread across my hip, minutely adjusting my position. Gods, even his eyes, drunk with desire and shadowed by lowered lashes, were fucking me.
Magnificent and mine.
A boom of thunder cracked outside, and the thought blazed inside my mind.
As if she’s everything…
Those words filled my chest with warmth, bright golden warmth, and I smiled.
I watched Graysen’s hand snap straight to his chest, his fingers splayed over his heart. His eyes sliced to mine, and I met surprise and shock in their depth.
My expression mirrored his.
He felt me.
I didn’t think. I gave myself over to how he made me feel, and I let that golden warmth spill out further until it flooded every single part of me, and I lit up with pure sunshine that poured through my blood.
I could see his fingers kneading his chest. And he gave me what I wanted most, those rare smiles of his, the ones you had to work for, those broad, beaming smiles.
“Mine,” he murmured, his hand going back to my hip, squeezing possessively. And there was a crackling in the air of anticipation, like electrical charges colliding against one another in a thundercloud.
His mouth slammed onto mine. His tongue nudged my lips open, demanding, insistent, sweeping inside to slide along my own as his body moved inside me. But when he pulled away, there was something painful lingering in his gaze I couldn’t decipher. “I’m not your prince, little bird,” he rumbled gruffly.
“I never wanted a prince,” I gasped, then moaned as he pivoted his hips, hitting me with a new angle that had my eyes rolling back. It was true. I had never wanted a prince and I knew better than anyone else what he was to me. “You’re my villain.”
“That’s right. I’m going to steal you from everyone you love.”
I ran my fingertips up the side of his throat, following the wyrmfire tattoo, veins corded like thin rope. His lashes fanned his golden cheeks as he arched into my touch. “And what will you do with me when you have me?”
His eyes flashed open, and he unhitched my leg from behind his back, bending my knee so my ass lifted. He drove his cock deeper than I’d felt before. I cried out, my spine bowing. Full, I felt so full and stretched, and I never knew…I never knew how deep he could be inside.
He stilled and ground himself, a slow rotation of his hips. His silver eyes flashed in warning before he withdrew to spear me again. “I’m going to corrupt you.” He freed my leg to lower himself so his hard chest crushed my breasts, nothing between us but skin and sweat and heat and need. He nipped my earlobe, scraping his teeth down the length of my throat to the crook of my neck, and roughly muttered his threat against my flesh. A vibration I felt inside my bones. “I’ll ruin you with every depraved and sinful thought I’ve ever had. You’ll want me to. You’ll beg me to.”
My hand curled around the back of his head, my fingers threading through damp hair to clench a handful of silken locks. I drew him flush with my face, so close my nose slid along his, his breath mingling with mine, our gasps and moans shared and passed between us. “What if I ruin you ?”
Graysen’s laugh was pained. “What makes you think you haven’t already?”
Slinking his hand into my hair, he fisted, arching my neck back to lick my sweat-salted throat. “Say my name. Cry it out. I want it echoing down the cavern.”
I shook my head because he wanted it too much, and this was the way it had always been between us — a war of wills.
He raised himself up to grind his hips against mine.
Oh gods…
“Say it,” he hissed, fire burning in his gaze.
But it was building, a tempest of sensation brewing in my core, different from when his tongue was inside me, more aggressive. It built in a crescendo, a throbbing need, pulsing like gale-wrought waves crashing upon ironshore. And I perched on a ledge high above, my wings spread wide for flight.
The storm of his thrusts, the slippery friction of his hips, pushed into mine. “ Fuck, fuck, Nelle, fuck, ” he muttered darkly, almost angrily, his head thrown back and the coils of ink standing out on his sweat-glistened throat.
His hands on my hip and nape tightened. For leverage, I realized, fingers biting hard enough into my flesh to leave a bruise. He slammed to the hilt, grinding deep, a savage rotation of his hips, his black hair as wild as his dark eyes fixed on mine. “Come,” he growled.
And he pushed me over—a rough flick of his thumb pad on my clit—and my orgasm struck. It smashed through me, a brutal gust of sensation, violent and thunderous and all-consuming. The force of it tumbled me from the precipice. I fell down, down, down, black wind tearing at my face, and I slammed into a place where light exploded behind my eyelids and tore through my entire being. My walls clenched and spasmed around his cock. My hands spread across his chest, pushing him away. A scream he stole from me bounced off stone, echoing through the darkness.
My powers wrenched free and shuddered outward.
The cavern trembled, shook, and shivered with my orgasm, tearing a rift in the ceiling and causing dust and shards of stone to rain down.
Graysen barked a shout, cursing low, and drove into me, losing himself in my body. His pace faltered and I felt him swell. His roar vibrated in his chest, building with his erratic thrusts, and ended on a ferocious note that rumbled through the star-bound cavern. Warmth spilled inside me as he brokenly muttered my name over and over again, his features strained as if in agony.
Tipping his forehead to mine, his fingers eased their pincered grip around the back of my neck, and he kissed me as he lazily thrust, his cock sliding through our arousal as he drew out both our orgasms.
Collapsing on top of me, he rolled over, pulling me with him so I lay limply on top, sated and gasping for breath. We lay in silence, our twin heartbeats slowing down, the sweat cooling on our bodies, for how long I wasn’t sure. My mind was still dizzy with what I’d experienced—broken apart and reforged into something new.
When the quiet was split apart, it wasn’t by me.
He’d been gliding his fingers through my hair, toying with the ends and twining them around a finger. He whispered reverently, “It’s like moonlight.”
I lifted my head, smiled, and tugged at the hank of hair falling across his eyes, earning me a grin. His hair was as dark as the space between the stars, while mine was exactly as he described, moonlight—both of us a reflection of the night sky.
Those black eyes, like midnight winter, regarded me, a more somber note in his gaze. His hands cupped either side of my face, and his thumbs brushed over my cheekbones. “You okay?”
I stretched my limbs over his rock-hard body like a satisfied and much-loved cat. Turning my face deeper into his left hand, I pressed a kiss into the heel of his palm and hummed an ah-huh . Then I squirmed a little closer so I could kiss him as that raw need strummed all over my body, an enticing whisper to claim him. Gods, I wanted him again. “More,” I whispered, hungry for him. Wind stirred around us, a gray feathered breeze, and I threw us into a swift .
Graysen startled as we reappeared in his rooms in my home. “Holy shit, you can’t keep doing that to me!” he barked as he unfolded his length, joining me to stand.
My body was humming. I pushed him, and he stumbled, falling back onto the couch.
He stared up at me wide-eyed.
“You mentioned something about a couch…the tips of my toes an inch off the ground?”
His hands found my waist, and he tugged me to him, grinning. My knees straddled his thighs while one of his hands flattened, stroked up my stomach to my breast, to the back of my neck, and he pulled me down to him. His lips hunted mine. “And painting your ass pink.”