Chapter 12 #2
That was what I hadn't anticipated. Not tentative — nothing about Sorik was tentative. The certainty was in every movement. Careful. Deliberate. Unhurried in a way that was almost unbearably intimate.
I was not accustomed to that. I had absolutely no defense against it.
His hands moved to my hair. Slowly. The warmth of his palms against my scalp sent the nerve endings firing and the marks on my collarbones flared in response — warm and bright and certain, the bond recognizing his touch and responding with everything it had.
The discharge moved through me in long slow waves.
Not the violent surge of the cliff. Not the wild urgency of unfiltered need.
Something that had the quality of deep water. Sustained. The kiss of a man who knew he had time and was not in any hurry.
I leaned into it.
Into him. Into the warmth of his hands and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the devastating reality of being held by someone strong enough to hold all of me. Without strain. Without effort. Without asking me to make myself smaller to fit the available space.
I stopped thinking about the ticking time bomb that was my ship. Stopped thinking. Just stopped thinking. I didn’t want to think. I wanted to feel.
The cave. The crystal light. The warmth of him surrounding me. His hands moving over me with deliberate, completely focused attention. The Skybond circuit running its deep warm current between us in slow resonant waves — nowhere to be, all the time in the world to get there.
The marks on my collarbones blazed.
His answered.
It was beautiful.
He was beautiful.
I pulled him closer, my fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. His body was a furnace against mine.
"Tell me what you want." His lips brushed against my temple. His hands still. Present and hot. Attentive.
Nobody had ever asked me that in exactly that voice. Low. Rough. As if my answer mattered more than anything in this world.
I told him.
"I want you to taste me," I breathed, the words barely formed, more of a desperate pulse of thought given sound. "Everywhere. I want your mouth on me until I forget my own name. I want to feel the bond flowing between us. In my blood. On my skin. Inside me. Until I can’t feel anything but you."
My heart hammered against my ribs. Had I really said all that? The words hung between us, vulnerable and raw.
A low sound rumbled in his chest, a vibration I felt through my entire body. It was a sound of pure, predatory satisfaction. "As you wish, mate."
He shifted, undressed me with gentle hands that moved down my body with a grace that was both alien and utterly mesmerizing.
His dark teal skin was a stark contrast to mine, a living shadow in the soft glow of our markings.
He paused, his gaze fixed on my breasts, and the nodes along his spine pulsed brighter, a silent promise of what was to come.
My breath caught as he lowered me to the ground. I watched him, entranced, as he removed his small garment and knelt beside me. Lowered his head.
His mouth closed over my nipple.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a claiming. The wet heat of his tongue, the sharp edge of his teeth, and then—the jolt. It was more than a physical sensation. It was a circuit closing. A current shot from his mouth, through my breast, and slammed directly into my clit.
I cried out, my back bowing off the floor of the cave as my body convulsed. Pleasure so intense it was almost pain flooded every cell in my body. A lightning strike of pure need that left me gasping, my hands fisting in his hair.
"God," I panted, when I could breathe again. "Do that again."
He did. He moved to my other breast. This time I was ready for it, braced for the impact.
It didn't help. The second jolt was just as powerful, just as overwhelming.
My pussy clenched, a gush of wetness coating my thighs.
Energy built between us, a low hum that vibrated through my bones, a promise of something more. Something bigger.
"Please." There was no slow buildup. No gradual arousal. My need was instant and intense. Undeniable. All consuming. I begged, my hips rising off the floor in a silent invitation. "Sorik, please."
He lifted his head, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole my breath. "Not yet.” His voice was a low growl.
He continued his downward journey, his lips and tongue tracing the silver lightning that now marred my skin.
Each kiss, each lick, sent a smaller, more manageable jolt of energy through me, a constant, thrumming current that kept me on the edge, poised and trembling.
He was mapping me, learning me. Through the bond, I could feel his own awe, his own growing arousal.
He was as affected by this as I was, and that knowledge was a potent aphrodisiac.
He reached my navel, swirling his tongue around the sensitive dip, and a fresh wave of desire flooded my core. I was so empty. Throbbing. Ready for him. The need was a physical ache, a desperate, clawing hunger that demanded to be sated.
"Sorik," I whimpered, my hands tightening in his hair. "I'm going to die if you don't..."
"You won't die," he murmured against my skin. "You'll fly."
And then he was there, his shoulders pushing my thighs wider, his breath hot against my slick, swollen folds. I held my breath, my entire body tensed in anticipation. He looked up at me, his eyes wild and fathomless. He lowered his head and his tongue finally touched my clit.
The world shattered.
A supernova of pleasure ripped through me, tearing a scream from my throat.
My back arched, my vision went white, and my body convulsed with the force of it.
It was an orgasm, but it was more than that.
It was an initiation. A baptism by fire and lightning.
A powerful surge of energy I had no defense against.
He didn't stop. He licked me with a single-minded focus, his tongue delving into my folds, tasting me, learning me, each movement sending another wave of energy crashing through me.
I was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, my body no longer my own but a vessel for the pleasure that consumed me.
I could feel his own arousal, a dark, hungry need that mirrored my own.
His desire pulsed in the air between us, moved through the bond, fueled the fire in my blood until it was white hot.
"Again," I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him to me. "Make me come again."
He hummed against my clit, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me.
Then he slid two fingers inside me, curling them to find that spot that made my toes curl.
The combination of his mouth on my clit and his fingers inside me was too much.
The pleasure built, a tidal wave rising higher and higher, until it crested and broke over me in a devastating rush.
I came hard, my pussy clamping down on his fingers, my cries echoing in the small space of the cave. He rode it out with me, his tongue and fingers working me through every wave, every shudder, until I was a boneless, whimpering mess beneath him.
He lifted his head, his lips glistening with my wetness. He looked feral, primitive, a god of storm and shadow, and I had never wanted anyone more.
"Inside me," I begged, my voice hoarse. "Now, Sorik. I need you inside me."
He rose over me, his body a living shadow in the dim light of the cave. I could see the hard, thick length of his cock, the head already slick with his own need. The nodes along his spine pulsed with a hungry light, a silent demand that echoed my own.
He positioned himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my entrance. He didn't enter me right away. He just stayed there, poised at the brink, the energy building between us, a storm of our own making.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "I want you to see me when I take you."
I forced my eyes open, my gaze locking with his. I could see the raw, primal need in his eyes, but I could also see something else. Something deeper. Something that looked suspiciously like awe.
"I see you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Now take me."
He drove into me in one hard, deep thrust. The world went white.
The physical sensation of his thick cock stretching me, filling me completely, was eclipsed by the psychic blast of our joining.
Every node on my body flared at once. Silver lightning flashed, traveled beneath our skin in a blinding, synchronized rhythm.
I felt his shock, his awe, and his overwhelming pleasure as if it were my own. Knew he was feeling mine.
We stayed like that for a long moment, locked together, our bodies humming with the energy that flowed between us. I could feel every ridge on the hard length of his cock inside me. Through the bond, I could feel his own amazement at the tight, wet heat of my pussy gripping him.
"Move," I begged, my hips rising to meet his. "Please, move."
He began to thrust, a slow, deliberate rhythm that was almost unbearable in its intensity.
Each stroke sent a fresh wave of energy arcing between us, a current that built and crested with no release in sight.
The hard slap of our bodies echoed in the cave, mingling with the storm outside, an ancient rhythm that was as old as time itself.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. "Harder," I demanded, my nails digging into his back. "Fuck me harder."
He obliged, his strokes becoming faster, more forceful, his hips pistoning against mine. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to drown me. I could feel another orgasm building, a pressure deep inside me that grew with every thrust.
"Sorik," I sobbed, my face buried in his neck. "I'm going to come again."
"Do it," he growled, his voice tight with his own impending release. "Come for me. Let me feel it."
His command was my undoing. The orgasm ripped through me, a blinding, all-consuming force that left me shaking and sobbing in his arms. I felt his own release a moment later, his cock pulsing inside me, his hot cum filling me as he roared his pleasure.
The discharge was blinding, a flash of silver-white light that illuminated the entire cave as our bodies locked together, shaking with the force of our shared release.
We collapsed against the floor of the cave, our bodies glowing, shaking with aftershocks. The energy between us ebbed to a soft, gentle hum, but the connection remained, a living, breathing thing that bound us together.
He rolled onto his side, pulled me into his arms. I curled against him, my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"Mine." His arms tightened. Rock solid. Possessive.
I smiled against his skin. Hell yeah. I was done fighting this thing between us. Nothing in my life had ever been this perfect. "Yours."