28. Arenwen
28
ARENWEN
H e kisses up my throat and along my jaw, and I melt into him. Into his touch. His words. His confession.
This xaphan has become my everything, my reason to live. And I would do anything for him.
I lift my face to Kai as he pulls back, my heart thundering against my ribs. His touch on my cheek sends a thrill igniting through me - those deadly warrior's hands so unexpectedly tender. The vulnerability in his violet eyes steals my breath.
"Little flame," he whispers, thumb tracing my jawline.
His wings curl around us, creating a private sanctuary of shadow and starlight. I reach up, threading my fingers through his dark hair where it's come loose from its tie. The strands feel like silk against my skin.
And then he's leaning in, giving me that last part of him. And I want it. I want it so much as I tip my head to the side, pushing up on my toes, eager for him to take everything from me.
His lips brush mine, feather-light, testing. A kiss as gentle as a prayer. My eyes flutter closed as warmth spreads through my chest. His familiar scent of leather and mountain air surrounds me. I lean into him, savoring this softness I never thought him capable of.
But then something shifts. A low growl rumbles in his chest. His grip on my waist tightens, and the kiss transforms. Gone is the tenderness, replaced by raw hunger that makes my knees weak. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming, conquering. My hands fist in his shirt as he backs me against the wall.
"Mine," he growls against my lips. The word vibrates through me.
I yield to him completely, letting him take what he wants. His wings press closer, blocking out the world until there is nothing but his touch, his taste, the way he consumes me. My warrior, my captor, my salvation.
The kiss deepens further, an edge of desperation bleeding into it. As if he needs to prove I'm real, that this is real. I arch into him, offering the proof he seeks. Yes, I'm here. Yes, I'm yours. Yes, I love you too.
Kai lifts me effortlessly, wings cocooning us as he strides towards his bed. The room darkens, lit only by the faint glow of embers in the hearth. He lays me down, those violet eyes burning into mine. No softness now, only hunger raw and primal.
"Stay," he commands, voice a low growl. I obey, heart pounding as he stands back, gaze raking over me. He reaches for his laces, undoing them slowly. The leather slides free, a whisper of promise in the dark.
His hands move to his shirt, pulling it over his head. Scars crisscross his torso, testament to battles fought and won. Muscles ripple beneath my touch as I reach out, tracing the raised lines. He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm before pinning it above my head.
"Don't move," he orders again, kneeling on the bed. His wings rustle, casting shadows that dance across his skin. He grips the neckline of my dress, tearing it down the middle with one swift motion. Cool air kisses my bare flesh, pebbling it into goosebumps.
Kai's eyes roam freely, possessively. "Mine," he growls, leaning down to capture my mouth in another bruising kiss. His hands rove, claiming every inch of exposed skin. He cups my breast, thumb circling the peak until I gasp into his mouth.
He trails kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Each touch is fire, burning away thought and reason. I arch into him, trembling as he moves lower, capturing a taut nipple between his teeth. Pleasure borders on pain, sharp and consuming.
"Kai..." His name escapes my lips like a secret, breathed into his ear. He looks up, eyes gleaming with dark intent. "Please."
"Say it again," he demands, voice hoarse.
"Kai, please. I'm begging you," I whisper, yielding to the intensity of his gaze. He rewards me with a harsh kiss, teeth clashing, tongues tangling. His hand slides down my stomach, delving between my thighs. I cry out as he slides between my slick folds, nails digging into his shoulders.
He groans against my mouth, fingers moving deftly, pushing me higher. "So wet for me, little flame," he murmurs, eyes never leaving mine. "Always eager to give. Always willing to be my little offering."
His touch turns ruthless, driving me towards the edge. Pleasure coils tight in my belly, threatening to explode. But he holds me there, balancing on the precipice between ecstasy and agony. His lips curve into a cruel smile, knowing the power he wields over me.
"Please," I beg, voice raw with need. "Kai, please end this torment. Please bless me with more." His eyes flash, satisfied with my surrender.
"As you wish, little flame," he says, voice thick with promise. And then he dips his head, tasting me deeply, claiming me completely.
Kai's mouth is relentless, his tongue delving into me like I'm a feast he's been starving for. I can't help but buck against him, riding his face shamelessly. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he growls into my flesh.
"Give me everything, little flame," he demands, voice vibrating through me. "Every drop, every cry, every fucking prayer. It's all mine."
My hands clutch at his hair, pulling him closer. His wings rustle, spreading wide, the dark gray blocking out the light. We're cocooned in his shadow, trapped in this dirty, delicious world he's created.
"Kai, please..." I beg, panting. His name on my lips is a plea, a prayer. He groans, the sound primitive and hungry.
"That's right, beg me. Worship me." His tongue flicks against my sensitive nub, driving me wild. "You're my little sacrifice, aren't you? My sweet, willing offering."
My body arches, desperate for more. His hands slide under me, gripping my ass, lifting me to his mouth. He consumes me, tongue thrusting deep, claiming every inch. I'm lost in sensation, in the dark pleasure he's wringing from my body.
"Yes," I gasp. "Yours, Kai. Please..."
He growls, the sound vibrating through my core. His eyes lift to mine, violet and glowing, magic surging. "Say it again. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," I cry out, tumbling over the edge. Pleasure crashes through me, brutal and intense. My body convulses, but he holds me tight, drinking me in, taking everything I have to give.
His touch gentles, tonguing me slowly, riding out the last waves of my climax. When I finally still, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh. His eyes meet mine, possessive and satisfied.
"Good girl," he murmurs, voice rough with approval. It only turns me on, and I want more. I hope he gives me everything because I'm tired of him holding back.
Kai scoops me up effortlessly, cradling me against his broad chest. His wings sweep around us, creating a cocoon of shadows and warmth. He settles onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard, and positions me so I'm straddling his lap. His violet eyes gleam with a hunger that sends a shiver down my spine.
"Ride me, little flame," he commands, voice rough with desire. "Show me how you worship me."
His hands grip my hips, guiding me as I sink down onto him. A gasp escapes my lips as he fills me completely, stretching me almost unbearably.
His wings rustle, the feathers brushing against my back, urging me to move. I plant my hands on his chest, fingers tracing the numerous scars that mar his skin. Each one a testament to his strength, his resilience. I begin to move, slowly at first, finding my rhythm. His jaw clenches, eyes never leaving mine as I rise and fall.
Emboldened, I reach out, running my fingers along the edge of his wings. They're surprisingly soft, the feathers velvety beneath my touch. Kai growls, the sound low and feral. His grip on my hips tightens, his body tensing beneath me.
"Aren," he warns, voice barely recognizable. I can feel the barely leashed power coiled within him, ready to snap. I do it again, tracing the delicate arch of his wing, reveling in the way his body responds to my touch.
His wings curve around us, blocking out the light, casting us in darkness. I can barely see him, but I can feel him—his hot breath on my skin, his heart pounding against my palm, his length buried deep inside me.
"Fuck, Aren," he groans, bucking his hips upward, driving into me with a force that steals my breath. I cry out, nails digging into his chest as pleasure rips through me. He does it again, and again, each thrust more brutal than the last.
"Please," I beg, voice hoarse with need. "Please, Kai..."
"What do you want, little flame?" he growls, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back. His eyes gleam in the darkness, violet and wild. "Tell me what you need."
"More," I gasp. "I need more. I'm begging you."
A savage grin curls his lips. "That's right. Beg me. Worship me." His wings flex, the tips caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples into tight buds. I arch into the touch, a moan escaping my lips.
His hands grip my ass, lifting me effortlessly as he pounds into me from beneath. Each thrust is punishing, claiming, pushing me higher and higher until I'm teetering on the edge of oblivion. His wings enfold us tighter, squeezing the air from my lungs, surrounding me with his scent, his heat, his power.
"You're mine, Aren," he growls, teeth sinking into the flesh of my shoulder. The sharp pain mixes with the pleasure, sending me spiraling. "Every inch of you. Every cry. Every fucking prayer. Mine."
I can't speak, can't think. All I can do is feel. His body claiming mine, his wings holding me captive, his voice commanding my surrender. I give him everything, holding nothing back. My body, my soul, my heart.
His thrusts become erratic, desperate. His breath hitches, muscles tensing beneath my hands. I'm so close, hovering on the precipice, waiting for him to push me over.
"Come with me, little flame," he demands, voice raw with need. His hand slides between us, thumb circling my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. "Now, Aren. Fucking now."
I shatter, pleasure detonating like a bomb, leaving nothing but wreckage in its wake. Kai roars, his own climax ripping through him. His wings convulse, feathers rustling as he folds them around us, blocking out the world.
In this moment, there is nothing but him. His breath on my skin, his heart pounding in time with mine, his body claiming me completely. I cling to him, trembling with the force of our release, riding out the storm together.