Chapter 42 Azahara #3
With that, she turned her back to him and walked away from the training area. Everyone parted to allow her to get through, not daring to stop her, but cheering for her.
She quickly made her way through the sea of people, nearly coming to a run as she rushed to her tent. How could you be so stupid? You could have gotten seriously hurt. What would have happened if you unleashed whatever you have inside you? It was reckless.
Yet, why did it feel so good…
Azahara tore through the opening of her tent, running her hands up and through her hair as she worked to catch her breath. Every intake was larger than the last, and she realized that her body was on fire. Her heart rate had risen exponentially, and her senses were all fighting for control.
This feeling, the resemblance to her body during sex, was driving her mad. The arousal between her legs was palpable. The urge to crawl to the bed and fuck herself until climax was nearly impossible to fight. Gods, why am I so turned on?!
“Aza!”
She turned quickly, heat rising to her face. Her eyes immediately devoured Kaed as he entered, seemingly taking him by surprise.
Her lips parted, and he looked down at them. All she had to do was bite her lip. She knew that would draw him to her. Except, was that what she wanted? Was that what he wanted?
Every inch of her body was heightened, and the thought of his hands on her caused her to draw her lip between her teeth without consciously thinking about the repercussions.
It was then that his eyes went from gentle with concern to those of lustrous and captivating.
“I—” He was across the room before she could take a breath, forcefully pressing his lips against hers, securing his grip behind her head to maintain her stability. The tender, ardent embrace dissipated, giving way to an all-consuming, blazing desire that threatened to overwhelm and stifle her.
She fiercely tore at his shirt as he threw her against the center pillar of their space.
As his shirt was discarded, his hands swiftly took hers, ripping it upwards and over her head.
Their lip-lock was momentarily interrupted as the fabric gave way, only to be resumed with an even greater hunger.
With a forceful tug, he ripped off her bra, causing the clasps to burst and fly across the surrounding space.
The vigor with which he seized her breast elicited a gasp, his body responding instinctively to the initial sound of pleasure.
He tore himself away from her, leaving her breathless and alone. His fingers swiftly ran through his hair, pulling it back into a neat tie. As he smirked, she groaned, “Fuck—” And couldn’t help but bite her lip so hard that a metallic taste flooded her mouth.
Hurriedly returning to her, he firmly grasped her neck, turning her head to expose her skin as he pressed his teeth against it.
A loud gasp escaped her in response, and she instinctively reached out behind her, gripping the pole tightly for support.
He sucked roughly at her delicate skin and elicited sweet melodies from her.
Without warning, his hand moved into her pants, slipping two fingers between her lips and inside her. Her back arched, and she threw her head back. It was like he knew precisely how to curve inside of her to find the right spot to thrust against, making her hips roll and body react.
A loud, unfiltered moan came as he moved his head down and bit down on her collarbone, sending a shockwave through her. His thumb slipped between her and pressed against her hardened clit, rubbing back and forth to tease her.
Her legs grew feeble, but Kaed knew better, and he seized one of them, hoisting it over his knee while sliding his unoccupied arm beneath hers.
He leaned into her, bringing his lips up to hers and kissing her before biting down on her bottom lip.
“You’re soaked.” His voice silky. “My perfect, deadly, Red.”
The double sensation of his fingers inside of her and the rubbing of her clit was driving her to breathe heavily and fight for control of her own body.
Abruptly, his fingers withdrew, causing her to gasp as a shudder coursed through her entire body, robbed of the blissful sensation in an instant. She opened her eyes, not realizing they had been closed, to see him slip the fingers that had just been inside her into his mouth.
“Oh—Kaed—” Her words were barely audible. The way that he was looking at her; eyes filled with untamed hunger, lips parting with anticipation, and that unmistakable seductive smirk.
In one swift motion, he seized her, effortlessly lifting her onto his shoulder and carelessly hurling her onto the bed. He quickly removed both of her boots in one fluid motion, wasting no time as he swiftly undid her pants and ripped them and her panties off.
Before going to his pants, he separated her legs and looked down at her. Her face felt hot as he looked at her, his eyes filling with awe and appreciation. “Gods.” His voice was hungry.
His sizable manhood came into view then as he lost his pants and she found herself smiling wildly. While he had soaked her to the bone, his shaft was throbbing and at full attention. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
She couldn’t even make a move to taste it for herself.
He swiftly maneuvered her, skillfully flipping her onto her stomach, seizing her hips, and elevating her towards him.
His tip slipped in the same motion, and unlike the times before, he did not hesitate to slam inside her, causing her back to arch and a loud cry to reverberate throughout the tent.
While one of his hands grabbed her hips, the other reached forward and took a fist full of her hair, pulling back as he moved his hips back and forth. The sounds of her arousal and his thighs against hers echoing and symphonizing with their moaning.
“Fuck—Azahara,” he groaned through his heavy breathing, “you take me so good.” Him talking that way to her made her body flood with excitement and her mind take her to unexplored fantasies.
She could feel him so deep with each thrust that he would hit the back of her walls, shooting vibrating pleasure through her abdomen.
Just when she thought that would be the end of him moving her, he released her hair and pulled out of her. On weak knees, she fell forward, panting, her body trembling at the release of such riveting ecstasy.
She turned to look at him just as he flipped her onto her back.
His tongue started at her slit, pushing in to flick against her clit, sending her head backward, and a slew of inaudible words to come out of her mouth.
He continued to explore her stomach, between her breasts and to her neck, up her jawline, and to her lips.
His hands firmly grasped her wrists, positioning her hands above her head, while with effortless strength, he restrained them with a single hand, pressing them down onto the mattress. “You’ve done enough with these.”
She looked into his eyes just as his other arm lifted her leg and delicately spread the remaining one with his leg. With one big thrust, he was inside her, hitting the back of her wall.
She instinctively resisted his grasp, immediately struggling against his hold on her, purely out of the need to touch him.
His hips rolled against hers, moving with such a perfect rhythm in and out of her; his lips moved to her ear, biting at the lobe.
“When I saw you out there.” His words were breathless, sending tendrils of pleasure shooting down her spine. “I was ready to kill them all.”
He thrust hard into her, his fingers tightening around her wrists. “Mmm… Kaed, please…”
The hand that held her leg pulled it outward, and he leaned fully onto her, pushing himself as far as he could go, the hilt of his cock meeting her slit.
“I was ready to kill for you.” His hips rolled, still completely filling her, making her body shake with rapture. “Such a naughty girl.”
His hand raised from holding her leg up and slapped her ass so hard her she yelped, her back rising off the bed.
“Kaed… ah…” Bumps rolled down her body, and a tremble shook her completely.
It made him groan into her ear. “Tell me what you want.” He pulled himself back, and she whimpered in protest.
She took in an unsteady breath, her hands fighting for freedom. He gave her no such thing, and she felt him slowly moving out of her. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what she wanted, but her brain couldn’t form proper words to speak. Everything sounded like moans and cries for more.
“Beg for me.” His whisper was seductive, her toes curled against the sheets, pulling them as she squeezed him between her legs. “What do you want, my life, my love.”
“Claim me, break me, destroy me. I want it all—please—” A breathless command immediately caused him to slam himself back inside her, causing her to call straight to Paradise.
He began to release her hands before realizing she would immediately grab hold of him.
Before moving into a cadenced stride, he whispered, “Do not move your hands, or I’ll leave you as you are.”
The threat alone made her push her arms hard against the bed, a slight tremble in her fingers. The thought of being left hot and heavy like that sent actual fear through her.
Staying inside of her, he leaned up, keeping his eyes trained on her. He seized the sheets beneath them and ripped a fragment from them. Using the torn piece, he encircled her wrist, securing it tightly into a knot.
He adjusted her then, both legs beside him, as he lifted her hips and slammed into her.
Never in her remembered lifetime had anyone tied her with consent and fucked her.
It was not something she could have ever imagined would have felt so good.
Yet, as he thrust in and out of her, she couldn’t think of going back from it.
As she fought against the restraints, the pleasure rocketed through her twice as heavily as before.
Nothing would compare to this. The feeling of being out of control and controlled by someone she loved was beyond anything she could have spoken in words.
He turned her onto her side and lifted her leg up and over his shoulder, filling her furthest depths, and she folded, her entire body seizing as she felt herself beginning to hit the peak. “Mmm…” He let out a groan. “Is my good girl ready to come on me?”
Her breathing was becoming unsteady, and words wouldn’t form, but she didn’t need to tell him with words what her body was screaming.
His thumb was pressed against her clit as it had been once before, pushing against it and rolling it in a steady rhythm. There was no pause in his thrusts in and out of her, which only added to her loss of function.
“Right there—don’t stop—” Her hips endeavored to stay in the same motion as his, as her leg curled, and she released all over him.
He bit his lip, his thumb continuing its relentless motion until she was a trembling mess beneath him, her feet attempting to push him away, needing relief. As she began begging for mercy, he took her into his arms, and instinctively, her legs wrapped weakly around his back.
With her hands still bound, she put her arms around his neck and leaned into him. She was breathless, nearly blinded by the pleasure still ricocheting throughout her body.
He was rock hard inside of her, and the pressure of her unreleased arousal caused her to tremble in his grasp.
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear, his fingers delicately weaving through the strands of her hair, “so fucking much.”
He buried his head between her neck and shoulder, his arm tightening around her as he thrust into her. Her head fell back as his teeth kneaded into her neck, sucking hard and groaning into her.
One of his hands came from around her back and up to her shoulder, pushing her down harder onto him. Whenever he thrust into her, she swore her body left this life and found another. He was giving her everything, and she was lost to him.
“Azahara—” He called her name, and she felt the heat rise again to her face.
“Come for me,” she said, her fingers intertwining into his hair and pulling his head back to force her lips against his.
Now, with both of his hands wrapped up her back and at her shoulders, he pushed her down onto him and, between her lips, groaned out a final call of rapture before releasing inside her.
Completely out of breath, he had to pull out of their passionate kiss or risk passing out. His nails dug into her skin, indicating his climax tearing his control away. Unable to keep them both abreast, she fell backward, with him landing on her.
With his head nestled amidst her locks, he exhaled a prolonged, weighty breath. As her legs gently splayed apart, her own respiration became erratic. The air around them left her longing for more, struggling to intake enough oxygen to satisfy her thirst.
Before long, their breaths synchronized, eliciting a smile from her. “I love you too,” she swiftly uttered, interjecting between each inhalation and exhalation.
A deep, resonant chuckle escaped his throat as he leaned over her, peering down into her veiled eyes. “Forever.”