Chapter 30 #2
Intrigued, she turned, so she faced the long sprawl of his body instead. It was a much more pleasant view, especially the stiff jut of his cock.
Her hips sank down onto his face, and she moaned as his mouth found her. He tongued her entrance, lapping at the wetness that had gathered, then moved higher. His lips fastened around the spot that begged for attention the most, and she sighed with pleasure.
He pulled his mouth away. “If there was one reason I wasn’t afraid of dying, it’s because I knew any half-decent version of Elysium would have to contain this.” His muffled words vibrated against her. Then he took her between his lips once more.
She arched her back, leaning forward as she experimented to find the best angle in this new position. Then, with a pleasurable jolt, she realized—if she stretched even farther forward, bringing her body over his, she could reach his cock.
She did exactly that, bracing her hands on either side of his hips. She bent her head down and took him into her mouth.
He groaned against her. “Good girl,” he grunted.
She realized this was what he intended with this position, only he’d waited for her to figure it out for herself.
Velia feared she wasn’t very adept at doing it this way; she kept breaking off every time he did something particularly good with his mouth, losing focus, too consumed by the pleasure he was giving her.
Then she noticed that every time she stopped, he did too.
So she had to keep her mouth on him, had to keep her lips working, to fight through the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.
Even when the climax swiftly crashed over her, she kept her lips wrapped around him, her moans stifled on his cock.
When it passed, he lifted her hips off his face. “Take me inside you.” His voice was hoarse with urgency.
She quickly swiveled around, shifting down his body, and notched him at her entrance. His attentions had made her slick, ready for him, and he slid inside with little resistance.
His eyes squeezed shut as she took him all the way to the hilt. “Ride me,” he rasped.
It was the most unnecessary command he could have given, for her hips were already in motion.
But she still thrilled to hear the rough, gravelly words.
She leaned forward, taking him even deeper, and settled her hands on the mattress on either side of his head.
His uninjured hand reached up to capture a breast, thumb sliding over her sensitized nipple.
Her quim twitched with residual pleasure.
She found the rhythm he liked, a slow, deep rolling of her hips, and kept it up as his breathing grew more and more ragged. He raised his good hand to slide up her chest, taking gentle hold of her throat.
She kept rolling her hips, driving him closer and closer to his release, then lowered her head to kiss him.
His fingers, still on her throat, twitched as her lips brushed his.
She nipped his bottom lip, which drew a groan from his chest. Then she dragged her mouth down his neck, giving him a few more playful nibbles, before sinking her teeth into the muscled juncture of his shoulder.
His body went rigid, and his grip on her neck tightened for one brief, heady moment, fingers digging into her skin. Then he ripped his hand away. It flew down to grasp her hip, holding her against him as he shuddered. “Fuck, Velia,” he ground out.
She soothed the sting of her bite with a kiss, her lips gentling as his body stilled.
Moments later, she lay tucked against his chest, head carefully positioned to avoid any wounds. His hand stroked her back in lazy passes. She expected him to succumb to sleep after the day he’d had, but after a brief silence, he spoke.
“In case it needs to be said, I’d marry you tomorrow. Or never, if that’s what you wanted. I hadn’t truly thought of getting married, having children. But with you…” Ferox gave a small shrug that jostled her head. “Everything seems possible.”
She smiled. “I think the answer may be somewhere between tomorrow and never.” His mention of children filled her with uncertainty, but she sensed the day might come when she’d relish the thought of being his wife and bearing his children.
“For now, all I want is this. You.” She ran a tender hand over his chest, skimming the old scars and new wounds, coming to rest atop his heart.
He covered her hand with his own. “Good. Because I’m yours, Velia. It doesn’t matter if a priest declares it before the gods, or if no one but the two of us ever knows.”
She laced her fingers with his, grinning. “You know the entire ludus knows about us, right? It’s a bit too late for the latter option.”
He chuckled. “So be it.”
For her part, she was glad for people to know.
She wanted to shout from the rooftops that Ferox was hers, to paint it on every wall in the city.
He’s mine. This stoic, fierce, protective man who bought three rugs and replaced her broken jug and trained her novice and safeguarded the ties to her hair and pleasured her until she couldn’t think…
he was all hers. A year ago, she might have scoffed at the thought of wanting one person for the rest of her life, but now, she could imagine nothing better than waking up next to him every day.
Well, perhaps one thing better: if she woke up with him each morning, that meant going to bed with him every night. And for that future? She couldn’t wait.
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