62. Maddy
Chapter 62
Maddy
I don't know how long we stay there in silence, waves of contented bliss rolling through me as I lie in his arms.
I'm starting to drift off to sleep when he speaks.
"You made me lose control, princess. I have to rectify that." He spins me, and I squeal in surprise.
"What? What are you—" His head moves lower, and I bat at him. "You can't do that! You've just… You know."
He grins wickedly at me. "Fine." He stands, scoops me up in his arms, and unfurls his wings. With a few beats, he's flown us to the other side of the courtyard, and when he moves between two statues, I see a small pool fed by a tinkling fountain.
His wings disappear as he lands, and he walks us into the cool water.
It's delicious on my skin, and I feel a thrill as he runs his hands over my body, running the liquid all over me.
He drops his head, his mouth claiming mine. The kiss is fierce as he pulls me closer. I can feel his hardness pressed against me, and the thought of him inside me again makes me clench.
"Gods, you're perfect," he breathes.
He caresses my breasts, taking my nipples into his mouth and sending little shocks of pleasure through my body. His hands move between my legs, still hot and swollen, and I gasp against his mouth.
"I didn't get to finish what I was doing," he murmurs.
"But you did. I-I came," I pant.
"Not with my cock, princess."
"Well, it was still good."
He growls and spins me so my back is against his chest. "Is that what you call it?"
"Yes," I moan.
"Good." He lifts me easily, and positions me so I'm straddling his thigh. "Ride me."
I look back at him, wide-eyed.
"Use my body, princess. Ride me."
"I—I don't know if?—"
"I'm yours, princess. All yours."
I swallow hard and move, tentatively at first.
The sensation of pressing myself against him, though, is incredible. My hands find that gloriously huge cock, and he gasps as I grip him.
I grind harder against his thigh, losing myself in the sensation. His hands tighten on my hips, guiding me, and his breath is hot on my neck.
"Yes," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "That's it, princess."
His cock pulses in my hands, hard and soft all at once, so ready. He reaches around, squeezing my nipples. The pleasure builds, a tightness coiling deep inside me, and I'm teetering on the edge, desperate for release.
"Come for me," he says against my neck.
I moan, my body trembling, and then the world explodes once more. Pleasure rushes through me, and he holds me tightly, murmuring praise and encouragement as I ride out the waves of ecstasy.
"Fuck," he growls. He lifts me by my hips easily, moving me. I feel him pressing at my dripping sex. His arm tightens around me, his fingers settling over my pulsing clit.
He slides inside me easily, and I gasp.
"Are you ready, princess?"
"Please. Please, Kain."
His finger starts to circle as he thrusts. The feeling is intense, overwhelming, and I can barely catch my breath.
"Fuck, princess," he rasps. "You're so fucking tight."
His hand continues its relentless pace, and the pleasure threatens to consume me.
"I can't, I can't," I pant, clinging to him.
"You can," he growls. "You're going to come for me again, princess. You're going to come apart on my cock."
His words are like a match to tinder, and I'm burning, every nerve in my body alive with sensation. I cry out as another orgasm rips through me.
He keeps up his relentless pace, my legs trembling in the water, his arm the only thing holding me up.
"Two hundred years, princess. You're fucking glorious. I'll keep going until you can't take any more." His other hand moves along my spine, and I arch against him, crying out. "Fuck," he says, then pounds harder.
The world becomes distant around me, his filling my whole body the only thing I'm aware of. It's so right, so perfect. I never want it to end.
He powers into me over and over, and a new kind of pressure builds inside me, so powerful I think it might rip me open from the inside out.
"I don't think I can, oh gods," I beg, clawing at his arms as they grip me.
"You can, princess."
I shake my head, and then the dam breaks. The most intense pleasure I've ever experienced crashes over me, and I'm screaming his name, convulsing in his arms.
The waves keep coming, and his pace doesn't let up. "One more," he snarls, and the feel of him so deep, his fingers still circling, his other hand moving along the sensitive area where my wings meet my back… I keep coming, the feeling never stopping, just growing and growing. I can't breathe, can't see. It's just waves of bliss.
He thrusts harder, faster, and I can feel him pulsing inside me, his trembling. "Oh fuck, princess, oh fuck," he groans, and then his hips buck.
The feeling of him coming is all I need to send me spiraling again. I turn in his arms, my muscles useless, clinging to him. He pulls me tight, burying himself inside me.
We pant together, his solid body holding me steady.
"I… I didn't even know that was…" I try to speak, but I'm spent.
"Rest. Because the gods only know, princess, we're doing that again."