Chapter 43 #2
His lips glisten with my release. “Beautiful, just beautiful, and all mine. What an honor.” It’s practically a growl. His voice is so rough I whimper with desire.
Leon crawls up towards me. His hands are all over my body in frantic, possessive motion, and his pupils are blown wide with lust. He leans forward, squeezing my breast, and playing with the tight tip before lavishing attention on the other with licks and kisses.
While he teases my breast with his mouth, his hand slides between my legs, seeking my clit again, but it’s my turn to torture him.
With my teasing touch, I grasp his cock, pumping the thick length of him, paying special attention to his tip. With his fae body, he is much bigger than the last time I held it. I see now why he spent so much time ensuring I was ready to accommodate his new width.
Leon pries my fingers off him. “Not ’til I’m inside you, my love. Then you can have all of me.”
My legs are eagerly stretched out and ready for him.
He moves his cock to my entrance, but he pauses, eyes roaming my face. “Are you ready?”
I’ve lost the ability to speak, the lingering pleasure silencing my very thoughts.
I can only nod enthusiastically at him. His lips curve into a feral smile when they meet mine.
I kiss him back until I’m gasping and squirming under him.
The stretch of him entering me is almost too much, even though he moves slowly.
Our pleasure fuses together, amplifying it with every one of his shallow pumps filling me up and applying more pressure as he slides in and out with gentle hip thrusts.
“Please, tell me if I’m hurting you,” he says with such care.
Tears of joy spring to my eyes and I shake my head as I cling to him.
I do not want him to be my sweet mortal healer at this moment. I demand my powerful fae Zemra to ruin me. To make up for all that lost time between us, for the time we will never have. To sweep away the feeling of frozen seawater prisons and fear-filled days apart from him.
To fuck away the feeling that I was lost, taken from him forever, trapped behind iron walls with men who only wished to harm me.
I need him to kiss away the dread of losing him.
Make me forget about the map of enervation scars on his chest pointing to my destruction.
When his striking length is finally all in, he gives me a moment to adjust to the pleasurable pressure between my thighs.
Our bond is glorious, alive with love, lust, and passion, an endless sea of pleasure and belonging.
Two bodies, one soul.
A strangled sob escapes me, my euphoria enveloping me, consuming me like a forge fire. His pumps slow, letting me catch my breath with his stiff cock still inside me. I press soft kisses to his cheeks and neck.
His strong hips continue their rocking, his speed increasing with every thrust. “I love you, Izadella. You, your body, us.”
I chase the feeling of pleasure rapidly intensifying within me again, its throbbing need to tumble over the edge with him.
We need this forever, our hands and lips on each other.
Blinding devotion in every taste and touch.
He’s mine. Never to be parted, never alone.
The thought makes me giddy. His love engulfs my soul as another orgasm builds. His teeth graze the underside of my breast before his lips find my other nipple.
Tired of my breasts receiving all of his affections, I grab a fistful of his hair at the back of his scalp and tug his mouth free.
He grunts in amusement, and his answering smile is near-feral, his lips finally returning to my mouth, our tongues reunited.
He sears my lips with one last rough, demanding kiss, consuming my ragged breaths before looking down at me.
His arms shake, eyes unfocused, his control dangerously close to breaking.
Leon grasps the back of my neck to keep me in place as his hips snap against me, over and over again.
The gentle Leon I fell in love with has vanished, replaced by something deliciously brutish, determined to consume all of me.
Uncompromising strength pounds into me, my breasts bouncing, and he watches the way my body ricochets with every thrust. Hungry adoration and greedy eyes.
His cock grinding against my inner walls brings a new type of lust, different from his fingers and tongue. Leon pours all of his emotions over us.
Hips strike fast; he removes himself before slamming back, encouraged by my whines of pleasure.
His movement becomes erratic, but it hits everywhere I need it to.
The pressure of his cock deepens as his speed increases, overpowering my senses. His worship of my body and the desperate way he touches me are exquisite.
I grip the sheets, his hips thrusting me with such force, such determination, I scream his name.
“Am I hurting you?” he gasps out. His distress at the thought is a balm to my soul, but something flickers inside him. Just for a moment, a tiny flash of healing magic, so small it’s almost not even there, as if the very idea he has hurt me was enough to bring it forth one last time.
I grab that spark, holding it so tightly, not letting it fade away. My own magic swirls around it. The fire within me that melts gold in my palms joins that small burst of him and the magic we share between us. Our Zemra stones flare, magic shifting inside of us.
That spark of his healing magic combines with mine, growing and growing.
Leon keeps moving, lost in our bond as it is flooded with longing and lust. So much pleasure swells between us that I’m overtaken with wonder as that healing magic bursts within me, rushing to my now-luminous hand.
Awestruck, I shove my palms against his chest, right over those horrible scars. They light up at my touch, as if liquid gold flows there, glowing. Another thundering orgasm takes over me, but this time Leon follows me over that edge, erupting inside me with heated force.
Leon gasps. The scars fade until his chest is perfect once more, a new strength returning to him. That hollow place inside him fills up and overflows with his own magic, but it holds something new there, too.
Our combined magic.
He's healed! Whole and stronger than ever.
We stare at each other in wonder until I begin to cry. Pure joy descends into our bond and Leon quickly turns over on his back, settling me over his hips.
“Izadella,” he says, eyes blown wide, but we are both lost for words.
I lay my head on his chest, my tears hitting the place the scars used to be. His strong arms go around me, one hand circling my back, the other in my hair.
I’m not going to lose him.
He’s going to live.
His gratitude overwhelms me, sending even more tears spilling out of me.
We have our future back and brighter than ever. My half-mortal lifespan is tied to his fae one. The hourglass that burdened us shatters, taking with it all that haunted us.
Everything we thought we had lost has been restored.
“You did it. You saved me.” His words send ripples of elation though the bond. “Thank you.”
We are Zemras, forever. Unburdened by mortality and a cruel fate.
I lift up my head and find him staring at me with so much love in his eyes it’s nearly blinding.
“I told you it would work.”
“Izadella, darling, I will never doubt you again.”
I giggle at that.
We lie there for what feels like hours, no words needed, every feeling shared though the bond. Every sensation of love and precious devotion swirls between us. We both drift in and out of sleep, soothed by the satisfaction of our orgasms and lazy touches.
I trail my finger up and down his tipped ear, a smile on his lips.
“Viella was right about Zemra sex. How are you feeling?” he asks, still slightly out of breath.
“It was perfect.” I kiss his cheek, softly murmuring, “Better than everything I’ve ever fantasized about.”
Leon’s lopsided grin turns wicked. “I wish to know more about these fantasies.”
“Later. I want to return to the palace and tell everyone of our bond!” I slip out of his arms, and he groans with displeasure but follows me. Soft, golden robes of silk have appeared on the foot of the bed.
Once we are done dressing, we search for a door with a direct path back home, not wishing to leave the way we came. A portal tree, perhaps, or a long tunnel.
A throat clears behind us.
“Hello, my dewlings.”