Chapter Forty-Eight
K issing Bellamy had always ignited a visceral spark within me. This kiss though, was something else entirely. It sent a wave of pleasure down my body, and made me feel as if my skin was on fire. Perhaps it was. I could hear the way the waterfall outside began to pour faster, timed with the beat of the prince’s racing heart. The loose gravel beneath us shook slightly as well, with wind coming in bursts down the tunnel of the cave.
I would not be surprised if Bellamy’s fire was being called upon, heat pouring from his skin and onto my own. And I could not deny that it felt wonderful in contrast to the cold of the cave floor that seemed to seep through my trousers.
Everything about this moment was blissful.
My hands roamed down Bellamy’s neck, reaching his toned chest and dragging down his arms. I felt the cords of muscle beneath his tunic as they flexed under my fingers, and when I reached his hands, I guided them down my cheeks and neck. I continued to slide them until they met my breasts, and then I let go, giving the demon all the encouragement he would need.
His answering gasp was euphoric, the breath whooshing onto my mouth. Then his tongue was at my lips, sliding across the seam.
Playfully, I kept them sealed. Bellamy of course, had other plans. One of those hands reached down and squeezed my backside, earning a yelp from me. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, wrapping it with my own and tasting me with a feverish hunger.
I moved my hands to work on the buttons of his cloak, unfastening it and letting the cloth fall to the floor. Then I began swiftly untying his tunic, my nails grazing his skin every so often, earning encouraging moans from him. I smiled into our kiss, enjoying this untamed version of the demon. Enjoying being in control.
Slipping the red tunic off his shoulders, I saw the rise and fall of his muscled shoulders, the black tattoos there writhing on his skin under the green hue. Or were they tattoos? I had never seen any sort of ink move like that. Before I could inquire about them, his lips began traveling at an achingly slow pace down my throat, settling for that spot where neck and shoulder met.
Humming softly with the contact, I brought my fingers to his hair, tugging lightly. His hands flashed to my chest, lips and tongue never leaving my neck, and removed my cloak. Then he uncinched the brown leather vest that had been layered over the red top below. When he finally tore me out of it, his quick fingers found the hem of my tunic and tugged up, leaving me topless and exposed to the frigid air.
For a moment, he simply stared at my upper half, drinking in tanned skin and peaked nipples and every soft curve. Normally, I might have been self-conscious, worried he would find me unappealing. But he had seen me this way before, and thoroughly enjoyed the image. And had he not told me how beautiful I was on countless occasions?
He had said he loved me, and that was enough to not flinch at his unyielding stare.
He placed tender kisses to my breasts, my stomach, my shoulders, as if he could hear my thoughts. Then his face was inches from mine, eyes such a clear blue that they reflected back the green light around us. When his lips brushed mine briefly, I thought I might die of bliss.
“Do you want me?” he asked into my ear, taking the lobe into his mouth briefly before offering a kiss to the jagged tip. I groaned, nodding my head in confirmation. “Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you. Allow me to make you feel like the queen you were always meant to be,” he rasped.
His voice, as always, melted my core. It was erotic and deep, sending chills down my back that even the cold could not manage. More than anything, I wanted him to feel as out of control as I did.
“I want the demon prince, the untamed beast. I want you to wreck me, Bell,” I whispered in a voice of velvet against his mouth.
A husky growl was the only response I received before he was ripping off my trousers, snapping the button on the way down before snagging my boots off with the ends. He shredded my undergarments, scraps of cotton meeting the ground on either side of my thighs.
Then he was clawing off his own tunic fully, pulling his trousers and boots off with an efficiency that made me question if they had ever been on. All he had left were his own undergarments, not remotely hiding the erection that threatened to burst free of the cotton confines.
I reached for them, pushing him back until he was lying down once more.
“Allow me, Your Highness.” His eyes flashed with desire, irises a molten blue-green. I smirked, knowing that I had gained the upper hand. It had always felt like that with him. A battle of will and strength.
Slowly, teasingly, I slid the undergarments down his legs. Had his thighs always been so large? Or was I simply out of practice? I had no idea as I struggled to stretch the material down. When his member slid free, a slight bounce catching my eye, I gasped. He was…well, he was far bigger than I had anticipated.
He moved up onto his elbows, gaze trained on my movements. I held that stare as I finished removing that last barrier between our bodies. And when it was off, I peppered kisses up his legs, licking his salty skin as I went. He moaned at the touches, and when I reached his upper thighs, I bit down, his head lulling back momentarily.
I decided I liked him best this way, free and reckless.
When our eyes met once more, I knew he would tug me up onto him out of impatience and need if I did not move quicker. So I reached out and took him into my hand, stroking up from the bottom of his shaft to the soft pink head. He hissed in pleasure, encouraging me to continue.
I did, bringing my mouth to his tip, licking up the small bead of liquid that had gathered.
“Gods, Ash,” he groaned, his hand moving to my hair, pulling slightly. “I have dreamed about this for so long. You have no idea how perfect you are. How much I want you. How much I need you.”
My cheek flamed when his other hand grasped it, his thumb rubbing the corner of my mouth. I continued stroking him with my hand as I captured that thumb in my mouth. He gasped at the swirl of my tongue around it, then groaned loudly when I sucked on it, letting it leave my mouth with a pop.
Not wanting to allow him time to do anything that might give him back control, I eagerly brought his hardened member to my lips, diving my head down. An impressive string of curses came as shouted whispers from him while I continued to slide my hands up and down too, my lips tight around him.
I worked him, timing my hands and mouth to make sure I had every inch of him. His fist tightened in my hair, and I could not stop my own moan at the tug. The vibrations of my voice sent him into a frenzy, legs shaking.
He yanked me up, as if he could no longer wait to be inside of me. He sat me atop him, straddling his body. Leaning up, he offered me another kiss, this one sweeter than before, with far more love than lust.
Realization hit me like a solid force as we broke apart. I had been correct that night we departed Haven. Bellamy had loved me even then. I wondered silently how this male could have felt so deeply for me those many weeks ago. He had only known me personally a short time, though I supposed he had watched me from afar before we ever spoke.
Looking in his eyes now, the devotion he held was an extent of love I might not reach for quite some time. I kissed him again, meaning for it to be a light peck, but instead was turned starved when the devious prince deepened it.
Talented fingers met that sensitive spot between my legs, finding it wet. Another deep moan left his parted lips, and I could not help but grind against him at the sound. Twirling those fingers in a relaxed circle, he grabbed my hair once more, my head tilting back with the pull.
“I love you, Asher,” he said into my ear. I hummed, enjoying the sound of those words coming from his mouth. To be fair, I quite enjoyed most of the words that came from his mouth. Most.
He slowly laid me down once more, repeating his declaration as he kissed his way down my body. I shivered when he nibbled on my hip, his fingers sliding up the opposite thigh. The bioluminescent glow was bathing his porcelain skin, giving him an ethereal look, as if he were a god.
“Good thing I saved room for dessert,” he murmured against my skin.
I gasped at the insinuation, watching as his head dipped between my legs. His tongue made its first slow lick, and I arched into him, the pleasure great and wicked and all things unspeakable. He moaned onto me, as if the act was just as pleasing to him as it was to me.
Then he was feasting on me like I was the most delectable item the world had to offer.
I would be forever ruined. How could I not when Bellamy seemed to hear everything my body asked and provided it with deft answers?
My breath got stuck in my throat as he continued, adding a shake of his head here and there that made my stomach clench. His tongue slipped inside of me, thumb replacing it on that bundle of nerves, and I nearly screamed.
When a finger entered me, his tongue still inside, I finally sucked in air, trembling at the feel. Bellamy removed his tongue, adding another finger, then another, watching as all three worked me, that thumb still paying expert attention above.
I was a mess below him, trying and failing to maintain control. He stopped suddenly, both of his hands moving to the under side of my thighs. I whined in protest, but when I felt his chuckle ghost over my entrance, I quickly silenced myself.
He placed my bent legs over his shoulders, and then got to work once more. The new position made my stomach tighten, and soon the build up was so great that my body felt as if it might explode from the pleasure.
When I found that edge, I did not hesitate to dive off it. Nothing could compare to the weightlessness that came to me then, how my body seemed to be so full of pleasure that I wondered if I might never touch the ground again. The green on the ceiling of the cave blurred, and all I could think as I plummeted was that I loved this stupid demon. I loved him more than anything.
Riding out my high, Bellamy watched my body slump, pulling out his fingers when I stilled and sucking. I groaned, the image of his wet lips nearly sending me into a frenzy.
“Delicious,” he whispered.
Then he sat me up, lifting me by the hips and bringing me down onto him, thrusting the entirety of his length inside of me. I screamed out, the sound echoing off the cave walls. His own cry of ecstasy mixed with mine, creating a symphony of pleasure.
He offered no reprieve, no time to adjust to the sheer size of him as he continued raising my hips and slamming me onto him. My nails dug into his shoulders, his lips sucking in one of my peaked nipples and pushing me that much closer to shattering once more.
It was then, as we both panted, that I felt somehow whole. When a Healer fixed ripped skin and broken bones, it was sort of like being sewn back together. While Bellamy held me, mumbling filthy words against my chest and worshipping my body like I was his own version of Eternity, I could not escape the feeling that my soul was being healed. That it was being stitched to his, like two halves coming together for the first time.
Just when I thought it could not get any more euphoric, Bellamy gripped me tighter and—with a deftness I did not know was possible—stood up. He remained inside of me as he walked us over to one of the cave walls, this one near the entrance and bare of the glowing creatures. He pushed me up against it, kissing me once more as one of his hands held my rear and the other found the back of my head. Those many rings adorning his fingers were ice cold, but his skin was nearly steaming, making me almost too warm.
“Hold on tight,” he rasped with a sly smirk on his face. I did as I was told, digging my fingers into his back. “Just like that, Princess.”
Then he was thrusting his hips once more, bringing him into me over and over again. I could feel the bruises forming on my skin from his tight grip, identical to the ones he was likely creating as he nipped at my neck. I relished in the thought of how he was marking me.
Lips numb and thighs spasming, I clawed my hands down Bellamy’s back, a throaty moan slipping from my lips. I was coming unraveled, like a spool of yarn being unwound to create something beautiful. All the while, he watched me with those piercing blue eyes, staring at the way my face contorted in pleasure.
“You mean everything, Asher. Everything. You are the beginning and the end and every moment in between,” he said, the tempo of his thrusts speeding. His voice of sugar and gravel sent tingles down my spine.
I was too enraptured by the feel of him inside me to speak. Close, so wonderfully close, to that edge again, I bit down on his shoulder to rein in my screams. He moaned my name, doing things to me no one ever had with just a sound.
As if he could read my mind, the demon prince moved one hand to rub that spot between my thighs once more.
“You are mine , Princess,” he rasped into my ear.
It was all I needed to tip over, coming undone in his arms, the wall of rock behind me pinching my skin. I did not care as that incredible pleasure pulsed through me, dotting my vision with stars.
The demon continued on, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me. Right as his body tensed, that crescendo approaching quickly, I grabbed his face, bringing his eyes to mine.
“My heart is yours, Bellamy. I see you, all of you, and I am not afraid. I love you,” I said.
He roared, thrusting himself in to the hilt as he followed me right over that edge.
The well of power in my chest hummed, and I felt that sense of rightness and completion solidify.
His head fell to the crook of my neck, the two of us shaking as we both came down from the high. When he lifted to look at me, a tear rolled down his cheek. I quickly swiped it away with my finger, to comfort or erase, I was unsure. He smiled then, a soft upturn of his lips that did not show either dimple.
Bellamy carried me over to our discarded clothes, laying me down on top of them and pulling my back to his chest. He wrapped us in his red cloak, breaths still uneven. As he held me, I felt two more tears hit my neck, and I knew that there was far more the demon was hiding than I ever expected.