43. Caelus #2
“I know.” I smiled softly. My cock ached in its leathery confines, but I meant what I said — I wouldn’t take a single thing she didn’t offer.
“Let me,” I breathed. “Please, let me make you forget everything but this.”
She exhaled sharply, nodding once, then lifted her hips just enough for me to slide her sodden breeches down her perfect legs. I smirked, dropping them in a pile with her armour, and rocked back on my heels.
Fuck.
She was exquisite. More beautiful than any work of art, infinitely more real than any daydream I could conjure. I had to pinch my leg to make sure I wasn’t in some state of delusion.
This was actually happening.
Nyssa shivered as my breath danced across her pale, exposed skin. I memorised every curve and every muscle, learned the placement of every scar — and inwardly seethed that she even had them.
Iciness trickled down the bond as she froze, tensed like a caged creature. I could feel her hesitation, her fear, her shame.
I would not rush this, but nor was I going to let her bathe in emotions she did not need to feel. Gently, I pressed my lips against a fresh cut along her calf, then another on the opposite knee, and one higher up on her thigh.
She exhaled sharply, her breath ruffling my damp hair. Her intoxicating scent teased my nose, and my cock twitched again.
Furies, I can’t wait much longer to know what she tastes like.
“Sit back for me, Nightshade. I want you to watch as I spread your pretty legs.”
She stifled a moan.
“I want you to see what you do to me when I taste you, like I’ve been dying to for months.”
Nyssa leaned back against the pink tiles and I gently pushed her knees apart.
Fuuuuuuuck.
I swallowed roughly, salivating at the sight. She was already dripping wet, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. If her scent was enough to cripple me, what would her taste do?
Watching her face, I leaned in slowly, allowing her the chance to withdraw.
But when I realised the only move she would make was the quick rise and fall of her chest, I leaned all the way in and placed the softest of kisses upon that throbbing bud.
She gasped as a bolt of pleasure zapped through her, and subsequently through me, courtesy of the bond.
I couldn’t help the smirk that curled my lips, somehow getting off on the fact that I was about to get her off, and I groaned — loudly. I ran my tongue along the entire length of her centre.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” I rasped.
“You’ve imagined it?”
“Profusely. Repetitively. Daily, ” I replied, punctuating each word with another kiss to that aching spot — weaponising it. Determined to detonate her within minutes.
Furies, she tasted like every craving I’d ever had, all rolled into one. Like the first drop of rain after a drought. Like the first kiss of winter after the blistering summer heat.
My cock ached, straining against my breeches, begging for her touch.
But I would not rush this. Not for my own raging need.
I’d handle that myself, later. It’d be no different to every other night — fisting my own length, picturing the beautiful, raven-haired, green-eyed goddess falling apart in front of me.
Because of me.
Tartarus, I’ll finish in my pants if I follow that line of thought.
I could have done without that knowledge, godling, Lykos drawled down the bond. Perhaps now would be a good opportunity to practice shielding your thoughts.
Fuck, I cursed. I threw up my walls, instantly feeling the wolf’s amused presence vanish.
Nyssa made a small, breathy sound, causing my heartbeat to stutter. My cock twitched so hard a thread snapped in the seam of my crotch.
Her sound shattered something inside me. I stopped trying to prolong the moment. No — I was done with slow. I needed to know what she looked like as she came, as she fell apart in my arms. I needed to witness her in a way that no one else ever had, or ever would.
Because if I knew anything for certain, it was this: Nyssa was mine .
I lapped at her hungrily, focusing on that particular pearl that drew her loudest moans, her sharpest inhales, and made her hips roll into my face. My tongue caught every drop of her arousal, and I groaned — obscenely — at the taste of her.
Her thighs tensed around my ears, her toes curling with every stroke as I dragged her closer to that damned edge.
And when I finally sucked that tiny piece of her into my mouth, she ruptured. Nyssa cried out, uncaring who might hear. Her whole body arched into me as she broke.
It was better than anything I’d ever imagined.
Her delicate hands gripped the edge of the bench. Her long legs trembled. The tension in her body finally snapped like a twig underfoot.
It was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
I felt her shatter, every piece of her unravelling against my mouth. My vision narrowed to her — just her, and the way she fell apart at my touch. The echo of her release lingered on my tongue; the feeling of her surrender clung to my fingertips.
And a damp patch soaked through my pants — one not caused by the still-running shower.
A blush crept over her pretty cheeks as she straightened. Before she could speak, my hand was cradling her head once more. I leaned over her, tilting her face towards mine.
I kissed her, deeply, fully, knowing she could taste herself on my lips; knowing that as much as I wished it weren’t so, this moment was only temporary.
Her hand grazed the already hardening bulge in my pants, eliciting a hiss from my lips. It almost tore me in two, but I pulled back gently, kissed her forehead, and straightened.
I could not tear my eyes from her. I knew they were swirling, on the verge of a lightning show.
It was taking every ounce of control I had left not to turn her bathroom into a symphony of lights and moans.
And I wouldn’t have been at all surprised to hear that the Underworld’s starlit sky had been lighting up for the last ten minutes.
My breaths were ragged, echoed by hers, and my pulse raced in my throat. I yearned to scoop her up and never let go. But I knew I needed to leave, to put some distance between us, lest I rush her into something she might later regret.
I had been captivated by this woman for twenty fucking years, fifteen of those spent longing for her touch. A little longer wouldn’t kill me. Though my balls throbbed painfully, suggesting otherwise.
“Caelus?” Nyssa whispered. “I want more. I want to taste you too.”
I shook my head, temptation raging painfully through every inch of me.
“Not tonight. I told you once that I need this to be more than temporary. And unless you’ve changed your mind about this being a one-night deal, I won’t take this any further. I can’t.”
Her silence said more than any answer she could have given.
Even though it damn near killed me to pull away, I did, reaching back to grab a soft green towel and placed it beside her on the bench.
Through the thread that bound our souls — the one I suspected she felt but didn’t yet understand — I sensed her inner turmoil. She wanted this. But she couldn’t forgive what she didn’t understand.
I left her to finish showering alone, following her scent to her bedchamber.
It was exactly what I expected from the daughter of Hades: black, elegant, immaculate.
I had no idea which clothes to grab for her though, and I floundered around through a chest of drawers aimlessly, until a large violet snout entered my field of vision.
Nyssa’s dragon slammed the drawer shut with her nose, fixing me with one large, golden eye before retrieving a scrap of silk from a hanger. She tossed it at me, then gestured back towards where I’d left a sodden goddess in the bathroom.
“This is what she wears to bed?” I asked the beast, groaning at the scandalous length.
Tonight was going to be the hardest night of my life.