22. An Eerie Name #5
A low groan drags from his chest, rough and unguarded. His head drops briefly, breath hot down the line of my jaw, teeth scraping skin, leaving a trail of fire behind, uneven as he mutters, “You feel unreal, yet I know you, this, in a way I can’t yet fathom.”
Again and again, the sensations spiral and anchor like gravity—send me sailing into oblivion and bring me back.
An inner and out-of-body experience. Not like before.
Not like with Judiah. This isn’t duty or sins of the flesh, bordering on love.
This is passion. A hedonistic trip through mind and body.
A carnal wandering into places yet unknown to me.
I’ve learned so much about the world, and somehow, this act that’s as old as time has been brought into reality in a way I could have never anticipated.
“Stay with me, love. Fall with me, yes?”
“Yes—don’t stop… I can—I can feel you, it’s—” My breath stutters, words slipping as quickly as they come. “It’s too much—no, not too much—just… more. Orán—” A breath tears from me. “Don’t listen to me. I don’t— I can’t—”
My head rocks against the ground. The word—there’s a word for this. There has to be.
But it’s gone.
“Oh God, don’t listen to me.”
On another driving thrust, he chuckles. His grip tightens, a guttural sound rumbling deep in his throat.
What’s the word…speak Eridessa…tell him what you feel. But I can’t. I can’t find them.
“It’s…I’m close to… Do…Yes, do that…again.” A plaintive cry leaves me. A pitiful moan. My muscles start to lock up. My mind is vacant of all thought.
His mouth begins to trail up my neck. A moment later, against my ear, his warm breath sends a shiver racing through me.
“Come. The word you're searching for is come, Eliora. You're going to squeeze around me and coat my cock. Unravel and claim the kind of pleasure you only seek in dreams. Don’t shy away from it. Embrace it, and come for me, love. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to know my body can do such a thing to yours.”
God, this damn Horseman. What am I to do with him?
My heart is not staying as detached as it should. Not when words like that spill from his lips.
He pulls my other leg higher around his waist, then plants his arm beside my head. His thrusts become merciless, the increase in power unmistakable, his pace unrelenting, and the world around me drifts away.
I give in fully, close my eyes, and lose myself.
When the river of pleasure crests, it rises like a storm in a squall, and falls with a force I can’t withstand.
Like a great wave breaking against a mighty ship intent on taking it to the sea floor.
I break as it completely floods over me.
My cry and half-scream send nearby wildlife scattering.
Small swallows, robins, and ravens flee in fright.
“Fuck… that’s—God, Eridessa…” My name breaks from him, uneven, almost reverent. “Stars above and beyond. I’m going to lose myself inside and never want to return.”
A guttural sound rips free, his control fracturing.
“Look at me, love. That’s it. I’ll hold you through it, and we’ll fall together, yes?
” His words are coated with masculine pride.
His eyes are alight with satisfaction and pleasure.
He gives in to the demands of my body and his own until we’re both lost in the tide, and he finally comes inside me on a long groan.
The sounds that leave him speak untold volumes, and they tell me that what I feel in this, I don’t feel alone.
His cum coats my inner walls with warmth, and he continues to move until his body fails him, until his strength runs out. A shudder rolls over him at last, and his orgasm wanes and comes to an end.
Then he’s back, taking my mouth with a fierce kiss. Slower. Praising rather than claiming. Appreciating the way my mouth yields to him rather than owning it with force.
“That, my sweet Eliora, is how one makes love with someone they crave above all else. That’s what it was supposed to be like for your first time. If the man wasn’t capable of it, of giving you everything with his body, while sharing his soul, then the bastard shouldn’t have so much as touched you.”
A pleasant truth bomb that, though delivered with love and care, pulls me from the moment and thrusts me deep into thoughts of the past.
Had it been like that, I would have never given it up. The thought pops into my mind unbidden. A truth. A declaration of sorts. And one I don’t ever dare give voice to. The gratification I’ve found, that knowledge of it he’s left me with, is both profound and terrifying.
There’s no going back to before. No unknowing this. It’s the most pleasure I’ve had in my entire long life, and living with the knowledge of it may be a torment in the days ahead.
Because who knows if I will ever let myself indulge like this again. Or find a partner who can make me feel as he did.
A horizon of possibility and misery lies before me.
Going back to lonely, endless nights of achy need, unsatisfied desires, and unfilled hunger will be a version of Hell I’ve just opened myself up to.