Chapter 6 #2
“That’s it,” I urged against her slick flesh, my rumble a vibration that sent another shock through her. “Let it go. Give it to me.”
And my little rose did. Her body went rigid for a split second before it was torn apart by her climax.
A cry of my name ripped from her throat as she came, shuddering violently against the bookshelf as her inner walls convulsed around my fingers.
I didn’t let up, drawing out her orgasm until she was limp and boneless, held up only by the bookshelf and my hands.
I slowed my touch, placing soft, lingering kisses on her inner thighs as she came down.
I rose to my feet as her eyes fluttered open, dazed and sated.
A slow, tender smile spread across my face, a complete shift from the dominant hunger of moments before.
I brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead.
“Feel better?” I asked, trying to ignore my own intense desire. This wasn’t about me; this was about Maize.
She could only nod, her breath still unsteady. When she reached for me, her fingers fumbled at the button of my jeans.
“I need more,” she whispered as her gaze locked with mine. “I need you.”
My fingers covered hers, stilling their frantic work on my jeans. A slow, wicked smirk touched my lips. “So impatient.” I leaned in, my breath ghosting over her ear. “I love it.”
I made her watch as I undid the button myself, the distinct zip of the fly echoing in the silent room.
I pushed my jeans and boxers down just enough to free myself, my cock springing out, hard and aching.
Her luminescent eyes, still glazed with her recent climax, dropped down, and a needy sound escaped her.
I grasped her hips again, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh, and lifted her effortlessly. She gasped, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist, her arms locking around my neck.
“Hold on, little rose,” I growled, my need rapidly shredding my control. I guided myself to her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her soaked center.
I paused there, a torturous, teasing inch away from slamming home inside of her. I wanted to feel her need for me. I wanted to hear her beg. I’d loved taking her the first time, but fuck—having her like this, completely to myself and under my hold, was fucking glorious.
“Philip, please,” she whimpered, squirming as she tried to impale herself on me.
“Please what?” I shifted, letting the tip of my cock tease her entrance, a fleeting, maddening touch that made her hiss as if in pain. “Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside me,” she breathed out. “Now. All of you.”
That was all the permission I needed. I drove into her in a long, relentless thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
She cried out, a high, stifled sound as she was stretched and filled. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust, letting us both revel in the perfection of being joined like this. Then I began to move.
Maker, this fucking woman was going to kill both of us.
My thrusts started slowly, a languid, deep rhythm that had her moaning with every withdrawal, every return.
My mouth found hers, swallowing her sounds, my tongue mimicking the movement of our bodies.
I could already feel the coiling tension beginning to build in her again.
She was always so responsive, so fucking eager. So fucking perfect.
I pistoled into her harder, faster, the bookshelf rattling a steady beat to our ragged breathing. Her nails dug into the back of my shirt as she moaned softly near my ear. “You feel…so good, Philip. So deep.”
I nipped at her earlobe before responding. “I know exactly how you feel. Every time I feel you squeeze around me, grip me—” I punctuated my words with a hard, deep thrust that made her tremble around me. “It’s so fucking good. You’re so fucking perfect.”
An ethereal shimmer caught the corner of my eye. I slowed, pulling back slightly to look at her. A pained groan left my lips. From her back, two magnificent, iridescent wings were unfolding against the bookshelf, their delicate membrane glowing with a soft internal light.
I eased her forward, away from the shelf, just enough so her wings could fully unfurl.
They were immense, brushing against the books on either side of us.
I carefully pressed her back again, this time against her own wings, pinning the breathtaking appendages between her body and the solid wood of the shelves.
The position arched her back even more, offering me a deeper angle, and a choked sob of pleasure ripped from Maize’s throat. I felt like a collector with a rare, beautiful butterfly, but I wasn’t here to cage her. I was here to worship her.
“My beautiful, magical rose,” I breathed, my rhythm picking up once more and becoming frantic, losing its precision. My control was fraying, the base, primal need to claim—to possess my mate—surging to the forefront.
I drove into her, over and over, the slapping of our skin an intoxicating sound. “I’m going to come so deep inside you,” I growled, my voice ragged. “I’m going to imagine my magic mixing with yours, imagine it taking root, making you utterly mine in every way possible.”
I absolutely fucking knew what I was saying—what I was trying to tell her.
She obviously did as well. The possessive words tipped her over the edge.
Her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.
Her wings flared, a burst of soft light illuminating the dusty room as her body clamped down on me like a vise, milking me, pulling the climax from my very fucking soul.
It was my undoing.
With a guttural roar I didn’t even recognize as my own, I plunged into her one last time and let go. My release was like a volcanic eruption as I shuddered violently, my vision whiting out at the edges as I emptied myself inside her.
And then it happened.
Her magic hit first—a rush of heat through the bond that stole my breath. Power collided and tangled, her essence flooding mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. For a heartbeat, we were one pulse. I was inside her, and now she was inside me, branding me from the inside out.
The world felt slow in the quiet that followed, only the rhythm of our breathing filling the air. I brushed my thumb along her jaw, then leaned back enough to study her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.
“Hey,” I murmured, still catching my breath. “You good?”
“Better than good.” She nodded, barely, and I pressed a small kiss to her forehead before helping her straighten.
I reached for her leggings and discarded sweater and tugged them on her, my fingers smoothing the fabric back into place.
She looked dazed, beautiful—so fucking gorgeous it was distracting.
“Come here,” I said quietly after fixing my pants.
I pulled her down with me, settling onto the cool stone floor where books were strewn around us in a chaotic mess. She sank against my chest, her breathing evening out as my hand moved slowly up and down her back.
“We didn’t find the answer,” she said finally, her voice soft but threaded with relief. “But Maker, I needed that. I needed that so damn much.”
Pride swelled through me at her words, at the ease returning to her tone. I’d made her feel lighter, just for a moment, and that was enough.
“No,” I murmured, brushing my fingers along the curve of her spine. “But we’ve got other options, and the crown knows what’s happening. We’ll keep looking.”
Whatever tomorrow brought, we’d face it side by side. For now I just held her, the two of us surrounded by the scent of old books and us.
The sound of footsteps broke the quiet, a quiet scuff of boots on the stone floors.
I looked up as Charm rounded the corner, his blond hair mussed, expression caught somewhere between unimpressed and amused.
I didn’t miss the jealousy through the bond, his wish that he’d been with us rather than combing through ancient tomes.
He took one look at us—Maize still leaning against me and the scattered books—and sighed. “You two done turning research into foreplay, or should I come back later?”
Maize groaned softly but smiled, tossing him a look over her shoulder. “Please. If you think that’s all it was—foreplay—you clearly weren’t around to hear us.”
Charm huffed out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Right. Well, your academic breakthrough is the only one we’ve had today. We’re taking a break to get some fresh air. You both should, too. The whole place smells like dust.”
Not just dust. I smirked as I stood, helping Maize to her feet. “That’s your way of saying you missed us, isn’t it?”
Charm’s mouth twitched, a flicker of amusement breaking through his unimpressed stare. “In your dreams,” he muttered, turning for the exit.
I raised a brow, unable to resist. “You know that’s my territory, right?”
Maize laughed under her breath, the sound delicate against the hush of the library. She leaned into me as we followed Charm, the midmorning sun cutting through the tall windows ahead.
“I can’t consider this waste, all things considered.” she murmured, glancing up at me with a small, content smile.
I squeezed her hand, as I responded, “No. Not even close.”