Chapter 13 #2
I don't know if it's just the moonlight or something more magical happening between us, but I feel radiant, luminous from within. His hands caress me with reverence, going up my calves, then my thighs, then inside, where my cover of curls glistens from all that wetness.
“I’m going to feast on you,” he says, looking at my sex as he brushes lightly over it, making me shiver. “I want to feel you come all over my face.”
"I need you," I breathe against his mouth. "Please, Lorian."
"Maeve," he groans, positioning himself between my thighs. "My Maeve."
He licks from my entrance all the way to my desperate, throbbing clit.
He smacks his lips as he tastes me, humming with approval.
That grin widens and he reaches to part my inner lips, exposing the vulnerable, quivering flesh inside.
Then he dives again, his tongue a wicked weapon against my sanity.
My head presses back on the bedspread as he licks me with purpose, his tongue going up and down my slit and flicking my little bud each time.
Pleasure grows as sensations mount, but Lorian never changes his pace. It’s a methodical, calculated conquest and I’m all too eager to surrender. As my walls quiver, he pushes one long digit inside me, pressing against the front of my body, then sucks on my clit, hard.
A scream rips from my throat as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over my body. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let go until my muscles collapse and I lay limp on the bedspread.
Only then does he withdraw from me. Then he climbs above me again with that feline grace until his face is just above mine.
“Are you ready for me?”
I wish I could answer, but I can’t. My mind and my voice are gone. All I can do is nod once.
His hands reach on each side of me and he lifts my knees, then positions himself at my entrance.
The blunt tip of his cock rests there as he locks his gaze with mine.
When he finally enters me, the sensation is so intense that we both freeze, caught in a moment of perfect connection.
A tingling warmth spreads from where we're joined, flowing through my entire body like liquid sunlight.
I gasp at the sensation, while Lorian watches me with amazement.
“Is this…?” But I can’t finish. My breath is gone.
His eyes glow with an inner light, the blue brightening to an almost ethereal shade.
“The True Mate bond,” he whispers, his voice strained. “Do you feel it, too?”
"Yes," I breathe. "Lorian, I feel it."
The connection between us feels electric, magical, as if we're sharing one nervous system.
When he begins pumping into me, each movement sends waves of pleasure cascading through both of us, amplified and reflected back. I can almost sense what he's feeling as much as my own sensations.
Gone is the cold, controlled professional. Lorian fucks me like a savage. Pumping that glorious, hard cock in my sweet pussy as hard as he can. And I love it.
We move together with increasing urgency, finding a rhythm that feels absolutely glorious, as if our bodies have always known how to dance together. His gaze never leaves mine, watching every expression that crosses my face with fascination and unbridled tenderness.
A contrast that is both erotic and incredibly sensual. Almost immediately, pleasure builds anew inside my pussy, deeper, stronger than before. And I just know I’m going to come again.
Lorian lowers his face above mine as we both pant, our breaths joining.
"You're everything," he murmurs against my lips. "Everything I never dared to want."
The emotion in his voice pushes me closer to the edge. My fingers dig into the strong muscles of his back as tension coils tighter within me.
"Let go," he encourages, his accent thicker with desire. "I've got you."
When release finally crashes over me, it's unlike anything I've ever experienced. Waves of pleasure so intense they border on transcendent, radiating outward from my core to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I cry out his name, clinging to him as the sensation overwhelms me.
Lorian follows moments later, his body tensing as he buries his face in my neck with a deep groan that vibrates through my entire body. The sound, so unrestrained and primal, coming from someone usually so controlled, sends another shock of pleasure through me.
For several long moments, we just breathe together, our hearts pounding in sync. I feel different somehow, more complete, as if a piece of myself I never knew was missing has finally clicked into place.
A long moment later, Lorian shifts to lie beside me, drawing me against his chest. I rest my head over his heart, listening to its strong, steady rhythm gradually slowing. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my bare shoulder, leaving trails of tingles in their wake.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“I'm pretty sure 'okay' doesn't begin to cover it.” I chuckle against his skin. “That was… wow.”
His chest vibrates with quiet laughter. "Eloquent as always, Nurse Callahan."
I prop myself up on one elbow to look at him properly. In the aftermath of our lovemaking, his face is more open and relaxed than I've ever seen it. The usual tension around his eyes has melted away, making him look younger, almost carefree.
And so handsome it makes my chest pinch.
"So…" I trace patterns in the light dusting of glitter on his chest. "That whole True Mate thing, was that what I felt? It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before."
“Yes.” He captures my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss my palm. “It was the bond forming between us. Cementing us.”
"And now we're, what? Magically elf-married?"
His lips quirk upward. "That's an oversimplification, but it’s not entirely inaccurate. The bond is permanent. Unbreakable."
"So we’re going to have amazing, mind-bending sex like this forever, huh?" I tease, though my heart swells at the thought.
"I'm afraid so." His expression grows serious again. "Does that scare you?"
"Strangely, no." I settle back against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "It should, shouldn't it? We've known each other for such a short time. But it feels right. I don’t know how else to explain it."
"It feels right to me, too. No need to explain it." His arms tighten around me. “I can’t believe I’m the one saying this.”
We lie in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow and the newfound connection between us. Eventually, I notice the state of his previously immaculate white sheets and can't help but laugh.
"What's so amusing?" he asks, his fingers playing with a lock of my hair.
"Your white sheets are ruined by pink glitter," I point out. "It looks like a unicorn exploded in here."
He glances down at the sheets, then at our bodies, both similarly decorated with sparkles, and to my delight, he laughs again. It’s a full, rich sound that I decide immediately I want to hear every day for the rest of my life.
"Worth it," he says simply, pressing another kiss to my forehead.
I snuggle closer, feeling drowsiness begin to creep over me. The events of the day, from treating Millie, to the balloon incident, to this life-changing intimacy, have left me pleasantly exhausted.
As I drift toward sleep in Lorian's arms, pink glitter twinkling around us in the moonlight, I feel a sense of rightness, of belonging, that I've never experienced before. Whatever comes next, we'll face it together.
My last thought before sleep claims me is that nothing could possibly break the perfect happiness I feel in this moment.
But boy, oh boy, am I wrong.