Chapter 33 The Point of No Return #2
“Yes,” I gasped. “Ciaran, I need this. I need you.” The eye contact at this moment—the point of no return—felt more intimate than anything we’d done already.
Ciaran took my enthusiastic yes and moved closer still.
His cock was poised right at my entrance, and we both seemed to slow, taking a breath in this moment before things between us changed irrevocably.
“Yes,” I murmured again, as Ciaran slowly pushed in.
The feel of him sliding into me was everything—the stretch of him.
I had never felt this full—it was almost too much.
I needed a moment to adjust. He moved so slowly, until he finally bottomed out, our bodies flush.
There was no getting closer than this. For a moment, all we did was breathe.
The intensity of his eyes on mine, the feel of him inside me, had me gasping for air. But then, he began to move.
“Seraphina. Fuck. You feel incredible,” he said with a growl, as he began to roll his hips in small, rhythmic pulses.
The feel of him moving within me was undiluted bliss—the stretch, the fullness, the friction.
I raised my own hips to meet his, growing more confident and comfortable.
Ciaran began to move harder, and deeper, as we adjusted to the feel of each other, and I couldn’t help the moans that escaped me.
“Yes. Sing for me, Seraphina.” His voice was commanding as he pulled out almost to the tip and plunged back inside me in a swift motion. “Sing.”
I did. The sounds coming out of me were primal.
I had no control over them, but I suppose it was a song of sorts.
The same elemental magic that filled the air when Ciaran and I had first sung together gathered around us.
Wind whipped, pulling at my hair. Ciaran’s shadow magic swirled to meet it—our magic joining as our bodies did. Wind and shadow and song.
I wanted to live in this moment forever. To capture the essence of it and keep it with me always. I had always craved the deep connection that sex promised, and every time I had been disappointed—been left feeling like an object, a vessel to be used rather than an equal participant.
But now, I felt something entirely new. It was reverence. It was awe. We were worshipping each other. When our eyes met and that familiar spark travelled between us, I could feel it in every place our bodies joined.
“Look at us,” Ciaran murmured, his gaze dropping from mine to watch as his cock pushed into me.
My eyes moved down too—to watch him disappear inside me, feeling every ridge and line as he did.
I was beginning to sense that elusive feeling of release again, just from the sight of us.
But then Ciaran reached between our bodies, stroking my clit with his thumb as he continued to plunge into me.
I nearly broke around him. I was so close, my head falling back onto the bed.
And suddenly he was gone. Ciaran withdrew from me. I was bereft. I had been about to come again. I opened my eyes as a frustrated sound escaped me.
Ciaran gave a cocky smile and shook his head. Before I could react he flipped us over, hauling me over him.
“I want a better view when you come on my cock.” He smirked, pulling my face down to meet his, devouring my mouth with his tongue. “Ride me, Seraphina,” he commanded.
I was self-conscious again. Ride him? I had no idea how to move, what to do—I had never done it before.
Never been the one in control. But Ciaran lifted my hips, guiding me up onto my knees over his hips.
I moved, sliding onto him, feeling every inch as I slid down.
Holy Goddess he felt so much deeper here, and he was angled now so he was hitting that extremely sensitive spot inside me.
I braced my hands on Ciaran’s chest and began to move on him this time, grinding my clit down on him as I did.
Well. That was a new and exciting development.
I began to move with enthusiasm, my breasts bouncing in his face. He did have an excellent view.
“That’s it.” Ciaran groaned as I rode him. My orgasm was close now, as his cock hit that spot over and over again. His hips bucked, meeting mine, and my hands tightened, grabbing onto the muscles on his chest and we moved faster—deeper. We were frenzied.
In this position everything felt so much more intense—my inner muscles tensing on Ciaran as he took me to that edge.
I leaned over him—so close to breaking—and he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting and laving me with his tongue.
And that sent me over, my orgasm rocking through me as I rode him, hard.
My body flung forward, hands grasping behind his neck as I cried out against him.
Ciaran didn’t stop, continuing to move his hips, rolling to meet mine.
He drove into me, taking me over the edge another time.
Cold wind, dark shadows roiled in the air around us.
This time, he came over the edge with me, and I felt him shatter and shudder beneath me as we rode through the final throes together.