47 #3
Though we’d done what was required of us, I was far from done with him. Far from done with taking everything I wanted while I could. So I brought his inked finger to my mouth and sucked.
He groaned out a curse. “I’m going to make you do that while I fuck you.”
I leaned down to kiss him softly before whispering, “Show me.” I kissed him again. “Show me what you imagined doing to me.”
He didn’t hesitate.
He rose, collecting me around the waist. His hands skimmed my thighs. “On your knees, broshklin.”
Breath bated, I did as he said.
He smoothed his hands up the back of my legs to my hips, then gripped them. “Now take my cock in your tiny hand,” he whispered. “Guide it to your magical cunt.”
Tentatively, I reached between us. I stroked the silken skin of his shaft before carefully twining my fingers around it. An inhale hissed, pulled through his teeth, then left him with a groan when I placed him at my entrance.
“Now sit on it.”
Slowly, I did.
I was so slick from our coupling that my body welcomed him with more ease. Mercifully, his hold on my waist kept me from taking too much too soon. My knees shook as they slid over the furs. All of me trembled, including my guttural moan when I released his cock to seize his shoulders.
Voran framed my face in his hands. He absorbed me and muttered in the old language. Then he kissed me, firm and unmoving. Against my lips, he murmured, “Now take every throbbing inch of me.”
My body obeyed. I took all of him.
Voran groaned. “Fuck.”
I trapped a whimper behind my teeth as that sting returned, accompanied by a discomfort that stiffened every bone in my body.
I felt so full.
Voran pushed my hair over my shoulders. He kissed the corner of my mouth before tilting my chin. His brows sank low. Something tautened his features as his eyes bored into my own.
“When I look at you…” He exhaled roughly, shakenly, across my lips. “It feels like someone’s squeezing my fucking lungs. I cannot breathe properly, but I fail to care.” His nose nudged mine. “I don’t want breath if it means I cannot see you.”
I stilled. My eyes began to burn.
Before tears could fill them, his lips wriggled, and he gave me another order. “Breathe for me, Ayla.”
An exhale shuddered from me. A whimper followed, and I lowered my head to his shoulder. My harsh breaths dampened his skin.
“You’re taking me so well.” Trailing his finger up and down my spine, he whispered, “Perfect princess indeed.”
I huffed. He was amber and ice and leather. Before I knew what I was doing, my tongue lapped at the perspiration misting his collarbone.
I stopped.
His hand scrunched my hair. At my ear, he ordered, “Again.”
I hesitated for only a moment. I licked his skin and inhaled his scent deep into my lungs with a sigh. The longer I sat there, seated on his cock, licking and kissing his neck and shoulder until my teeth nibbled at his collarbone, the more my core began to throb.
Not from pain.
An aching sort of pleasure bloomed. One that made me cautiously rock my hips.
A hum rumbled in his throat as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. His arm banded around my back, a hand molding to my hip. He kissed the curve of my shoulder, licked it, then punctured my skin with his teeth.
I tensed.
But he soothed the slight sting with his tongue before fastening his lips to the wounds. He sucked, and I tensed again as a blistering heat seared through my body. It seemed to settle in my core. I gasped. As he sucked and sucked and swallowed with a groan, I shifted over him.
He stopped feeding. Ragged, he whispered, “Wrap your legs around me.”
I did.
“Now touch the wounds in your neck, then my chest with your bloodied fingers, and repeat after me.”
Confused, I frowned at him.
He bit into his palm, then placed it over my chest. Over my thundering heart. “Blood shed and shared.”
My heartbeat slowed. Ice drizzled down my spine. Tempted to laugh, I asked, “Is this part of your imaginings?”
“Yes,” he said. “Endlessly, I’ve wondered how I would make this happen.”
Speechless, I just blinked. Real.
This was real.
Eyes sparking, he whispered, “You seem surprised.”
I wasn’t surprised.
I was shaken to my very soul. “Voran, how do you know we—”
“I’ve known since the moment your mouth first touched mine.” He rubbed his blood over my chest. “Do you wish to reject me?”
“No,” I said instantly. “But I just—”
A soft kiss was given to my lips. So soft, it silenced me. He whispered, “Then I need you to trust me.”
Still reeling, I was unable to decide whether I could. I stared down at his hand on my chest, unsure what to do although I knew what I wanted. Although I knew what I wanted no longer mattered—and it likely never would again.
As that sank my heart like a stone, I touched the punctures he’d made at my throat.
I met his blue gaze and placed my hand on his chest. Beneath my palm, I felt his heartbeat—steady. Strong. Powerful. “Blood shed and shared.”
“Blood shed and shared,” he whispered back.
I repeated the words. As did he while we rubbed our blood over one another’s hearts. My skin soon began to tingle. Burn. Not unpleasantly, but enough to make me gasp.
“Keep going.”
I did. We both kept rubbing and whispering the words only used by a fated pair who’d decided to accept their bond—until our skin seemed to have absorbed our blood and all that remained was a tiny pink mark.
A star-shaped scar.
I looked down at mine in awe, and with shaking fingers, traced the raised mark on Voran’s chest.
Then I gazed up at him.
He immediately captured my face and mouth. He kissed me harder than he ever had before. Not punishingly, I knew.
Breathless, I gripped his shoulders as he gripped my hips.
He pushed me down on his cock.
Pleasure sparked and caught fire, and we both moaned. We both rocked into each other. Both ground my body over his. My breaths gained sound, and his kisses became murmured encouragement against my sweat-misted skin.
I came undone slowly, trembling and digging my nails into his upper back.