Chapter 4
Yalina
The sensation of Kaelun’s mouth on my most private parts is so intensely different to anything I’ve ever felt before.
In no way did my own fingers on my body prepare me for the sensuous glide of his warm mouth over my lower lips or the soft yet firm pressure of his tongue over my little nub of pleasure.
I moan and spread my legs wider, sinking lower and forgetting all my worries about hurting him in the face of this overwhelming bliss. The sweetness is so strong it aches. The muscles in my thighs are tense, and my breasts feel heavy and sensitive. What is this need?
I know what it feels like to come apart—or I thought I did. To reach the climax of pleasure and fall down the other side of the precipice. But this is altogether different, better in every way. It is a drug. Once tasted I will be forever addicted.
Oh gods, if I had difficulty accepting my impending marriage before this night, how much more will I suffer knowing what I could have if I was free? But what prince will let me use him as my throne like this? It is almost cruel to experience this only to have to give it up.
Unbearably hungry, I roll my hips, chasing even more sensation, even higher heights.
Beneath me, Kaelun groans. His fingers dig into my thighs.
He seems to hold me in so many places at once, fingers caressing up my legs and over the curve of my backside. My head falls back, my eyes closed, the feeling all consuming. Shadows rise to cover me in darkness and bliss. On and on his mouth moves over my center.
It overtakes me; my whole body shakes, and my legs tighten around his ears. My belly contracts and I curl forward, gasping at the intensity of the pleasure that radiates through my body.
When I can breathe again, I lift on my knees to stare down at him in wonder. His face glistens with dewy moisture, and he smiles up at me triumphantly. “Not dead yet. Keep going.”
Keep going? I don’t think my body could sustain that all over again.
The thought makes me weak at the knees, and of course I sink back onto his face and he goes to work again.
I cry out, but my cries turn into moans of pleasure, and within moments I’m rocking my hips again, chasing the crescendo that is closer and closer all the time.
The second time I burst open, I fall forward, bracing on my hands.
It’s as if all the sweetness in our kiss has gathered into a raging storm that snuffs the candle and blackens the room.
The shadows seem to rise until their tendrils caress me, teasing and pinching at sensitive places.
All the stars in the night sky sparkle just out of reach, and then I’m floating among them.
I’m weightless as the storm cools into welling bliss.
Blinking, I roll onto my side and gasp for air. Kaelun follows, rolling over to crawl up between my thighs, kissing along each leg until he reaches the tuft of hair at my mons, nuzzling his nose there and then pressing kisses over my belly too.
“Oh wow. Oh heavens. Do you do that for every woman you meet in the street?”
He looks up at me. “Yalina! How can you ask me that? Didn’t I please you like you’re the only woman in the world?”
I laugh. “You pleased me so well I know you have done that many times before, but I did not say that I was complaining.”
“Good.” He rests his head on my belly. “I should hope not. You’d tell me if you had any complaints, wouldn’t you?”
My fingers stray to his hair, and I stroke the long dark locks that fall almost to his shoulders. “No complaints. But what about you? Do you not want to…” I leave off, lacking a word for what just happened to me.
He lifts his head. “To cum? I wouldn’t say no, but have you ever done that before? Had a man inside you?”
“No. Should I be worried?”
He frowns. “Not worried, no. But do you want to save that gift for someone else?”
Thinking of the match I’ll have to make, I shake my head. “No. I want to give it to you.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod, decided. “Yes. I am.”
“Then who am I to deny you?” Kaelun crawls higher until his hips are positioned over mine, his hard shaft nudging at the soft wet place between my thighs. Instinctively I spread my legs wider, both startled and enticed by the feel of him there.
He groans. His hips thrust forward, and he slides against me, almost into me.
I gasp. How can I feel so empty here when I’ve never given it a moment’s thought before?
“Gods, you’re so fucking wet. You’re going to feel so good. Are you sure, Yalina?” His hips keep moving, slicking him against me even as he hesitates to enter.
“I am sure.” I’ve never been more sure about anything. I need to feel him enter me, feel his body moving in mine.
When he slides inside me truly, I have a moment’s panic. I did not expect it to feel so tight, so foreign. A moment ago it all felt so right, and now everything feels wrong.
Kaelun stops, shaft half inside me, watching my face. His brow furrows, and he leans in, lowering his head to brush my lips in a soft kiss. “Shhh. I don’t have to. I can stop. It’s OK.”
And just like that, I can breathe again. My body relaxes. “No. I want this. Do not stop.” I pull him in for another kiss and open around him more. He slides further.
Soon he’s moving in me, opening me up over and over until he sinks deeper with every thrust. Until he sinks right into the heart of me, held tight just where I need him.
His shaft nudges something far within me. Another spot which feels just as good as that place he licked before. It’s a deeper pleasure; a fuller, richer build of feeling, but it grows just like the other.
We’re both breathing hard now. With every thrust I urge him on, wrapping my legs around him, clinging to his shoulders.
I call his name. He answers in the violent snap of hips, the plunge of his cock within me. The gentle kiss as he leans close again.
He flips us until I’m on top and he is underneath, cock still sheathed inside me. Somehow I know what to do without asking. Just like before, I roll my hips and take pleasure from his body, only this time I’m giving pleasure too.
His lips open. The expression on his face is pure bliss. I had no idea my body could do this to someone. How I wish I’d known.
I experiment with different speeds and movements until I find the one that makes his hips snap up to meet mine. That makes his hands grip me tight and his voice come in little desperate pants.
“Yalina! Yalina, you’ll make me cum. Uh, you feel so good.”
I don’t let up, don’t stop until he lifts me off him with a groan.
I cry out at the loss of his cock in the place I want him still, but when I look down, his shaft explodes with spurt after spurt of white creamy liquid.
It bursts onto his belly, and he stares down at it and then back at me as if he can’t quite believe it happened.
I touch a finger to the liquid pooling on his belly and smile at the warm, slippery feel of it. I trace it in circles over his skin.
He laughs. “You’ve never done that before?”
“Never.” I’m still distracted by the cooling evidence of his pleasure.
“Well, I envy your husband. Though maybe I should be grateful it’s not me.”
My mouth drops open in horror. “Grateful?”
“I would never get anything done if I was your husband. How could I? I’d be lost in you all day and all night.”
My smile returns, just a little bit smug at his compliments. It’s nice to hear I’m good at something from someone who doesn’t know who I am.
I should feel more guilty about that. But, after all, I tried to tell him. I don’t know what possessed me. Lust perhaps, or my conscience. Or perhaps the stupid, selfish hope that somehow, some way, if he knows my true identity we might one day meet again.
But that’s not possible.
We’re from different worlds. I’ll never feel his lips on mine again or see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when I make him laugh.
I must return to my gilded cage and set him free to live his simple life. With a sigh, I roll onto the mattress beside him. He gathers me into his arms, and I tell myself I’ll just rest a moment. Just close my eyes for a few minutes before it’s time to go.
“I wish you could be my husband,” I whisper.