Chapter 19 Sinful #2
I was beyond words. Beyond thought. For the briefest moment, my entire universe was centered around the fae lord between my thighs, who was far too good at that. Far, far too good.
Finally, his mouth withdrew, and he lowered me back down to the ground. Before I'd even had a chance to catch my breath, he was back up, hovering over me. He leaned down, his lips claiming mine in another searing kiss.
The taste of me was heavy and rich on his tongue. It should have been repulsive, but instead, it was intoxicating. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, rubbing my hips against him, begging for more.
He bit my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. I could taste the coppery hint of blood on my tongue. He seemed to relish it. "Gods above, I want to taste every inch of you," he growled against my mouth.
My legs were tightly wrapped around his, drawing him closer and closer, my bare flesh burning. I arched up, trying to get as close to him as possible.
He didn't disappoint. He rocked his hips against me, grinding his hard length between my slick folds, torturing both of us.
He broke the kiss, pushing off from me, sitting up. For a moment, he just stared down at me, his eyes raking over my naked flesh. As if he was memorizing every detail. Every curve, every mark. Every bit of bare skin that he could see.
He could have willed them away with a thought, but his fingers found the fastenings of his breeches instead, unbuttoning the waist and peeling the layers of wet fabric off. The wide muscles of his chest flexed as he moved, revealing the six pack abs, all the way down to his hard, rigid cock.
My breath hitched. It wasn't the first time I'd seen a naked male. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him like this. But holy hell, my Warlord was magnificent. It was a glorious sight. His cock was thick and hard, curving upward, the tip already glistening with moisture.
I didn't realize I was staring until he laughed softly. He leaned down, kissing the corner of my mouth, whispering against my skin. "Wicked girl. Enjoying the show?"
Licking my lips, I nodded. There was no use in pretending. "Very much."
The grin that split his face was almost feral. He gripped his cock in his hand, rubbing the head along my wet folds. I shuddered as he continued, his lips tracing the edge of my jaw, his words a soft murmur in my ear. "I can tell. You're so wet for me."
Yes, and it's all your fault, you infuriating, impossible, gorgeous man. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't want to ruin the moment with my usual snark. Instead, I reached up, clutching his shoulders, my nails digging into his rain and sweat slick skin.
A flicker of unease coiled low in my belly. He was so big, the reality of him pressing against me almost frightening — enough that my breath caught before I could hide it. I didn’t say the words, but something in his eyes seemed to know.
“Look at me.”
I forced my eyes back to his. He held me with an unreadable expression, fingers rubbing over my skin.
He was not going to hurt me.
He was not going to let anything hurt me.
His hands grasped my hips, lifting them up. He lined himself up with me, the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance.
My chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. He locked eyes with me, brushing away a lock of wet hair from my forehead, and smiled. The gesture was so tender, so gentle, I found myself smiling back.
"That's it," he murmured. "You can take me. Just keep looking at me."
I nodded, trying to relax as he pushed into me, my body slowly stretching around him. There was a delicious sting, and then he was filling me up, inch by inch. He cursed softly under his breath.
He was surprisingly gentle, despite his urgency. Giving me time to adjust to his size, waiting patiently for my muscles to relax.
Once I was fully impaled on his cock, my head fell back, a moan escaping my lips.
Holy.
Mother.
Above.
What the hell was this sensation? I'd never felt anything like it in my life.
It was like my entire body was on fire. Except instead of pain, all I could feel was pleasure. A deep, bone shaking, soul shattering kind of pleasure.
The kind of pleasure that made you wish it would never end.
What kind of cruel joke was the mother above playing on me? To curse me to be unable to feel pleasure, and then have it given to me at the moment I was least expecting it. It was almost cruel.
My hands grabbed the back of Zydar's head, tangling in his hair as my tongue dueled with his. My body writhed under his, seeking more. As if I could climb inside his skin. As if I could become one with him and never leave.
He continued his slow, agonizing rhythm, withdrawing until only the tip was still inside me before sliding back in. Again. And again. Over and over. With each movement, his cock rubbing against my sensitive nub, sending bursts of pleasure washing over me.
I closed my eyes, my head falling back.
"Look at me, Mira. Look at me," Zydar whispered, and I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. The look on his face was one of pure ecstasy. His red eyes were glazed, his mouth open, his nostrils flaring with every breath.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. I didn't want to miss a moment of this.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling from the effort of holding back. His whole body shook, like he was barely hanging onto control to not hurt me.
It was mesmerizing.
And then he let go, finally letting himself lose that iron control, moving inside me in long, deep strokes. Every muscle on his face was clenched.
"Gods, you feel so good," he growled, thrusting harder.
I clutched onto him for dear life, burying my face into his neck, my breath coming in short little gasps.
Pleasure unlike anything I'd ever known spiraled through me, electrifying my nerves, burning my veins, tingling down my spine.
It was utterly maddening, the way his thrusts hit just the right spot over and over, driving me absolutely wild. My moans rose into the night air, swallowed by the drumming rain and distant thunder.
Zydar began to pick up his pace, his thrusts coming faster, harder, more erratic.
I felt his weight shift as he braced his elbows on either side of me, his hands finding mine.
He twined our fingers together, and I clung to him, as if I could somehow anchor him to me.
As if I could somehow keep him from slipping away.
His mouth claimed mine in a frantic kiss, muffling my cries, swallowing them.
I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles behind his back, riding the wave, giving into it.
Zydar's moans were growing louder, his thrusts becoming faster, harder.
"Let go. Let go for me, Mira," he whispered against my skin. His voice was like silk, warm and soft. My eyes met his and that's when the dam burst open.
Pleasure crashed into me, waves of it surging through me, one after the other. They left me no room to breathe. No room to think.
My body arched underneath him, every nerve raw and over sensitized. Every inch of my skin tingled and shivered, my blood burning and boiling in my veins. It was like lightning running through my body and soul. I was losing myself in the storm. Losing myself in him.
He followed a second later, his own body shaking against mine as he spilled his seed inside me. His hot release flooded my core, filling me completely. Claiming me as his own.
We rolled over, completely, utterly satisfied. The only sound in the arena was the sound of our ragged breathing and my heart pounding in my chest. Everything else just disappeared into a haze of ecstasy.
It took several long moments for reality to begin seeping back in.
My body felt like it was made of liquid. Like it would never come back together again. Like I was just a puddle of feelings now.
How on earth was I supposed to move ever again?
With a chuckle, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I stayed slumped against him, savoring his warmth, savoring the sound of his heart beating beneath my ear.
Then his wings shifted, stretching wide before curling in close around us. The vast span of them folded over me like a living shield, shutting out the cold rain and the rest of the world.
There was no one and nothing out there but him and me.
Just the way I wanted it to be.