Chapter 35 #2
I lift her, turning her so her back presses against the cold marble railing.
The contrast makes her gasp into my mouth.
I hike her legs, pulling them around my waist, making her entirely dependent on my grip.
Then, I peel back the barrier of my clothing, quickly freeing myself, and press my throbbing length against her slick heat.
“Look at the stars, little witch,” I demand, my breath heavy against her ear. “See how bright they burn for you.”
I drive into her, a single, deep plunge that takes her breath and makes the silver-fire braziers around the terrace flare. She cries out, a sharp, feral sound that is immediately muffled by my mouth clamping down on hers.
I pull back, needing to see her face, to see the pleasure I'm inflicting. Her blue eyes are wide, glazed over with need, framed by her wild curly, dark black hair.
I begin a slow, brutal rhythm, one hand gripping the railing behind her for leverage, the other fiercely kneading the curvy flesh of her hip. I don't move for control. I move for the painful depth of her pleasure.
“Scream for me, Piper,” I growl against her throat. “Let the whole damn realm hear what you feel.”
She doesn't disappoint. The sound is a ragged, breathless plea that the stars absorb instantly, making them shimmer faster.
I shift her slightly, hooking my forearm under her thighs, lifting her so she is impaled at a dizzying, perfect angle over the railing. She grips the cold marble, her knuckles white, her body stretched and vulnerable.
I slow the pace, needing to savor the intensity. I pull back almost entirely, letting the friction drive her mad, and then sink back in, deep and possessive, making her moan.
“Tell me what you need, my witch,” I whisper, my lips trailing down her throat.
“Everything,” she begs, her voice dissolving into a choked cry. “Harder. Faster.”
I answer by accelerating the pace, driving us both toward the edge. I’m moving with a feverish intensity, pushing deeper, faster, until she’s lost to the feeling.
Her climax hits her like a lightning strike—a long, drawn-out scream that vibrates through the entire terrace.
Her body tenses fiercely around mine, and the stars explode in response, creating a sudden, beautiful wash of golden, chiming light.
I hold her there, trembling and spent, sinking one last, desperate time before pulling free.
I kiss her forehead, setting her gently back down on her feet. She’s weak, supported entirely by the railing and my arms.
“That wasn't the payment,” I murmur, my voice heavy. “That was just the first offering.”
I move her away from the railing, pushing her dress higher, kneeling before her. I look up, taking in the full, powerful view of her body—the flushed skin, the shaking thighs, the heavy, quick breaths.
I hook my fingers under her hips and pull her forward, spreading her thighs slightly. My eyes stay locked on her face for a moment, a silent question and promise. She nods once, a small, trusting gesture.
I lower my head, taking in her beautiful glistening pussy.
The shock of my mouth on her is immediate.
I use my tongue, my teeth, my lips—licking, sucking, devouring the slick, sensitive skin I just ravaged.
I’m relentless, tasting her heat, her desire, driving out the last tremors of her first climax and pushing her straight toward a second.
She cries out, the sound high and uncontrolled. Piper grips my shoulders, fingers digging in, as she whispers my name over and over again. The world vanishes into the hot, humid focus of my mouth.
I don’t stop until her second climax hits her—a violent, shattering rush that makes her knees buckle. She collapses forward, gripping my shoulders, whimpering into my black hair.
I stand, pulling her to her feet, holding her against my chest until her breathing evens out.
“Now,” I whisper, my voice thick with raw possessiveness. “Let's finish this properly.”
I lift her again, guiding her so that she is perched on the marble railing, facing out over the vast, shimmering darkness of the Ninth Realm. Her knees set on the bannister, leaving her pussy exposed and wonderfully vulnerable.
I step between her thighs, and I slide into her with a low growl, gripping her hips, setting a deep, primal rhythm. This is slower, more intense, meant to be felt and absorbed.
Gripping her hair, I pull her head back, her curly black hair fanning across her back like a shadow.
She’s silent now, lost to the feeling, her face tilted up to the pulsing, chiming stars.
I drive my hips forward one last time, deep and heavy, feeling the world tilt on its axis as our release comes.
I watch the stars flare into a dizzying white light, celebrating our completion.
I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in. The cool air, the silver fire, the chaos of the deep realm—it all feels perfect. Pulling back, still deep inside her, I let my hand sweep the curls from her face. “You have my heart, Piper,” I murmur, my voice rough with fulfilled promise.
She smiles, her lips swollen and damp, her blue eyes shining with absolute certainty. “I know I do,” she whispers back.