Chapter 33 Solstice Celebration #3
But this wasn’t enough.
There was too much fabric between us. I broke the kiss and stepped back, chest rising fast.
I lifted my hands, flames blooming in my palms, and brushed them over my dress.
The tight green fabric burned away cleanly, ash drifting down into the sand.
Then, almost by instinct, my fingers went to my hair.
I slipped the pins free, letting it fall loose around my shoulders, a few braids still woven through it.
I stood bare before him, shaking my hair back in a bold, unguarded motion that sent a shiver through me. His gaze followed every line of my body, slow and with intent.
Flames still dancing in my hands, I reached for him. His green fabrics and his silver mask burned into embers beneath my touch, but not his bronze skin, until every toned muscle was uncovered. My eyes dropped, taking in the length of his arousal.
His breath hitched.
“See, you just drive me into madness,” Lorik said, closing the gap between us.
Our mouths collided again, hunger and frustration detonating between us, every forbidden want finally breaking loose. I felt the hard press of him against my thighs, undeniable,
making my core coil tight with heat and anticipation.
I pushed him back, guiding him down onto the sand.
Lorik sank onto it without resistance, eyes never leaving mine as I settled over him, facing him.
The cool grains bit into my knees, grounding me even as fire burned in the middle of my body.
His hands slid to my hips, then to my ass, gripping me there, firm, possessive, steadying.
I kissed him again as I lowered myself into him, slow and deliberate. Lorik let a low growl as he filled me completely.
“You do this to me. You make me stop thinking. No logic. No restraint,” he said roughly against my mouth.
“I don’t want your restraint. I don’t want you to be controlled,” I said, biting his lower lip.
I started moving while our lips played their own game. I rode him instinctively, finding a rhythm that felt ancient and inevitable while his hands guided me, urging me closer, deeper. Each movement made pleasure rise in me step by step.
Then, Lorik broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down to find my breast. His lips closed around my nipple, drawing a sharp moan from me. His tongue kept playing with me while I rode him harder.
I closed my eyes and let myself feel. The heat between my thighs, the pressure in my chest that tore his name from my lips. I had never felt anything like this, so consuming, so complete.
Lorik Draventh was forbidden. And yet, this felt devastatingly right.
The truth of it shattered through me as an electric wave surged up my body, hot, overwhelming, until he tipped me over the edge.
He released my nipple, and I pushed him back just enough for him to see me, flushed, trembling, aching for more.
“Once I’m like this with you, I can’t let you go,” he murmured.
“Then, don’t,” I whispered.
The last thread of any control I had left snapped raw and definite within me.
I moved again, using my hands on his muscled chest as leverage. I rode him relentlessly one last time, determined to undo us both. My unrestrained moans spilled into the night as I felt him finally lose control for me.
We shattered together, heat, breath, and release, collapsing into one blinding moment. I leaned forward for one last kiss, slow and lingering this time, before giving in to the pull of gravity on the sand beneath us.
I fell beside him, still trembling, his hands coming to rest on me as if to make sure I was real. The night closed in around us, quiet and vast, while my heartbeat slowly found its rhythm again, every nerve still humming with what we’d just done.
My hand trailed over his body slowly; over his core, his chest, and finally, finding his only inked skin besides his legion sigil. I stayed at his serpent tattoo, knowing I had fallen for a Moonveil, a Moonveil with many secrets, many I still had yet to learn.
Yet the thought didn’t unsettle me. Deep in my core, I knew I could trust him. And when the time came, I would welcome every secret we would choose to share. But not today. Today, it was only us, our bodies, our mingled scents, and the uncontrolled need pulling us toward each other.
My eyes drifted to him, finding his gaze already on me. Lorik took me for a moment as he pulled my amber-brown hair off my face.
“I know you want to know what the ink means,” Lorik said softly, his silver eyes darker than usual. Of course, he knew. “And I want to tell you everything if I could. But believe me when I say this: this is real, you and me. And there won’t be anyone else.”
I didn’t respond. I let the words sit between us, heavy and unfinished. My mind drifted unwillingly to the note I had read on his book.
“To my love, O.S.”
But then his fingers laced gently with mine, warm and certain, and the thought slipped away.
We lay beneath the open sky until midnight claimed the hour. Then he portaled us back to his room, where I slept beside him, knowing the calm would not last.