Chapter 54 #3
Zadriel grinned. Oh, he would gladly grant her wish. Every part of him ached to please her. To feel her. To make her gods damned soul sing the way his did whenever he was in her presence.
Without hesitation, he lifted Mora and walked them back to the Mother Tree. “You’ll have whatever you desire, love,” he said, his voice a low, lustful rumble as he rested her thighs on his shoulders. “Grab the branches.”
Mora’s brows furrowed, her full lips pursing—they were perfect. He needed another taste. She reached for the branches, wrapping her fingers around them, too caught up in Zadriel to notice how they twitched in response.
“Hold on tight,” he warned, pulling her closer and spreading her legs so he could admire the feast he intended to devour.
An exquisite taste enveloped his senses as he ran his tongue around her inner lips, happy to drag this out.
To tease her until she was a senseless, begging mess.
Mother damn him, she was delicious—he could get drunk off her.
She sucked in a breath, writhing above him.
Moving in an attempt to get him exactly where she wanted.
“Look at you,” he said, nipping her thigh, “so eager for me.” He was half tempted to sink his teeth in.
To mark her over and over again until he reached her throat.
She was so gods damned beautiful, and so perfectly his in this moment, he wished he could seal their fate.
This dream one he prayed to never forget.
“Please,” she begged, wriggling while he continued to play, just barely hitting that holy spot.
“Please what?” he asked, smirking against her. Flicking that delectable bundle of nerves before moving away to drag a slow kiss over her other thigh, lest the poor thing feel ignored.
Her sweet whimper twisted into a growl. “Ravage me, for gods’ sakes.”
At her command, he ran his tongue through her wet slit, drinking her arousal like wine. Closing his mouth around her center. Sucking. Swirling his tongue.
“Holy gods!” Mora whimpered, her thighs flexing on his shoulders, branches creaking as she clutched them tighter.
“All of this, just for me,” he rumbled, licking her wetness from his lips before burying his face back between her thighs and rolling his tongue over her taut bud over and over again.
Mora’s back arched, a low moan echoing throughout the meadow.
Ringlets slipping from her shoulders and revealing her breasts, the hard peaks of her dark nipples begging for attention he’d lavish them with later.
Moving lower, he circled her entrance before he began to fuck her with his tongue, curling deep against a spot that had her gasping. She bucked against him as he nuzzled that bundle of nerves, devouring her. Worshiping her as he wanted. As she deserved.
“Please, please, please” she muttered, working her hips. “Don’t stop.”
As if he’d ever stop.
He drove into her until her moans grew nonsensical, those sharp, whimpering pants loud enough they filled the meadow, leaves and bramble rustling along with her shaking thighs.
When he moved his focus back to her taut bud, licking it relentlessly, her weight wriggled on his shoulders and she dropped one hand, tangling it in his black hair.
Pulling him closer and grinding against him; riding his face while he pleasured her.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she sighed, her head tipped back. Panting between strangled sobs.
Zadriel slid his hands up her thighs and gripped her ass, moving her hips in the same rhythm as his tongue. Licking and sucking on her sex while she squirmed. Loving the sweet pain in his scalp, Mora’s fists curling in his hair. Guiding his movements. Keeping him exactly where she needed him.
“Fuck, right there. Please, I—” Her words cut off, replaced by a scream, her head tossing and turning against the Tree’s bark. Thighs squeezing. Body shuddering.
Gold pulsed in Zadriel’s periphery as she cried out, her movements growing chaotic.
Her pleasure the sweetest music, curling through the air along with the song of their souls.
She tensed while he sucked on her sensitive nub, drawing out her bliss.
Feasting on her until she threw her head back and graced his ears with those beautiful, pleasured moans again.
It still wasn’t enough. Would never be enough.
Zadriel worshiped Mora until she sagged on his shoulders, barely able to hold on to him or the branches. He pressed a kiss to her sex, and another on her thigh before he sank his teeth into her flesh in a bruising bite, careful to leave a mark without breaking the skin.
Licking the bite mark, he whispered, “Mine,” before sliding her down to his waist.
“I don’t think I’ll ever catch my breath,” she panted, gripping his shoulders. Legs wrapping around him. Her body perfectly warm and supple in his arms.
“No, Little Witch. You won’t be catching your breath tonight,” he said, grinding against her, slipping his length through her wetness before positioning himself at her entrance. “I won’t allow it.”
Punching his hips up, he thrust into her in one slick motion.