Chapter 20 #2
We roll, weightless and tangled, and the glorious, sharp friction of his rough, sandpaper skin dragging against my smooth scales is an electric anchor in the vastness. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he acts as an irresistible weight pulling me down into the beautiful dark.
He reaches for the flimsy clasp of my scavenged mesh vest and with a sharp tug, tears the fabric. He strips me bare. He sheds his own bindings. We float exposed in the open ocean, the water rushing against my scales, cool and invigorating, yet Kael burns like a forge against me.
He pulls me close, the size difference between us starker in the void—solid, broad, his heavy shoulders eclipsing the distant sun as his grey tail wraps around my crimson webbing to hold us steady.
"Vaelis," he growls, a raw, possessive sound.
He runs his large hands down my sides, his palms eclipsing my ribcage. He lifts my frame in the water with an impossible ease.
"Coil," he orders.
I obey instantly, wrapping my tail around his powerful hips, gripping his broad shoulders, and pulling him flush against my chest.
He guides my body down, and we lock together in the dark water. The friction of his rough skin against my most sensitive places sends a sharp, blinding thrill up my spine.
A heavy groan tears from my throat as I bury my face in the muscle of his neck.
We move, finding a heavy, driving rhythm that lacks the desperate, frantic friction of our encounters in the Silt District.
This is powerful. Deliberate. He moves with the pull of the water, a heavy surge that stretches my limits and claims every empty space within me, boasting an unmatched stamina, a tireless engine of muscle and raw instinct that drives me until the world dissolves into bright blue light and pure sensation.
Every powerful forward movement carries that hum, the low, resonant vibration I crave, traveling through his broad chest and directly into my core, vibrating up my spine.
"Mine," he roars into the open water, a deafening shout that echoes in the vast emptiness.
"Mine," I scream back at the ocean, my voice ragged, my entire body a live wire.
I reach back, clawing at his broad shoulders, twisting my head to sink my teeth into the hard, scarred muscle of his bicep.
We are loud.
We are messy.
We are the only two living things in the universe, and our claim on each other is a primal force in the deep.
He increases the pace, his firm grip on my hips tightening into a bruising, flawless anchor.
"Open," he growls, the command vibrating against my back as he shifts, turning my body while keeping my tail coiled around his waist.
The change is slow, deliberate, a repositioning that speaks of intimate knowledge rather than clumsy fumbling.
He aligns our forms, my back pressed flush against the solid wall of his chest. His hands, calloused and scarred, glide down my stomach with a gentleness that disguises their strength, one arm wrapping around my waist to hold me steady while the other continues its downward exploration.
His touch is a question, and my body arches in answer.
He finds the tight, sensitive slit there, and a gasp tears from my lips, the sensation so so intense, it whites out my vision for a moment.
He doesn't enter me, not yet. Instead, he circles the puckered flesh with the pad of his thumb, a slow, maddening tease that sends jolts of pleasure-pain radiating through my entire body.
My hands find support on his forearms, my fingers digging into the hard muscle as I fight to stay grounded against the onslaught of sensation.
"Kael," I breathe, his name a plea. I feel him press a soft, surprisingly tender kiss to the nape of my neck, a stark contrast to the demanding pressure of his thumb.
He dips a single finger into the tight heat of me, and the sting is sharp, immediate, a burn that melts into a deep, throbbing ache as he moves, slow and careful, letting me adjust. He works me open with a devastating patience, preparing me, stretching me, each slow thrust a wave building upon the last until I am writhing against him, a mindless, desperate thing that needs more, needs everything.
The water rushes past us, a cool caress against my overheated skin, but all I can feel is him, the solid heat of him at my back, the skilled possession of his hands, the promise of what's to come.
Then he removes his fingers, and the emptiness is a sudden, aching void.
He grips my hips, positioning me with a sure, possessive strength. I feel the thick, blunt head of him press against my entrance, and I brace myself, my body thrumming with anticipation.
"Ready for me, my sun?" he rumbles in my ear, the nickname a possessive brand that sends a final, shuddering thrill through me.
I can only answer with a choked sob, pushing back against him. He doesn't make me wait.
With a heavy, deliberate surge, he pushes past the tight ring of muscle, burying himself inside me to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
The sensation is a searing, full-body overload, a white-hot pain that immediately blossoms into an impossibly deep, resonant pleasure that steals the breath from my lungs.
A ragged shout tears from my throat, raw and uncontrolled.
He is huge, a solid, unyielding pressure that stretches me to my absolute limit, claiming every inch of me in a way that is both possessive and profoundly intimate.
"Kael!" I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. He doesn't move, letting me adjust, his grip on my hips the only thing holding me together as my muscles tremble and convulse around him.
"So tight," he groans, his voice a low, guttural vibration against my ear, "so perfect."
He begins to move then, a slow, deep rhythm that sends waves of intense pleasure crashing through me with every forward movement.
He sets a punishing pace, a heavy, driving rhythm that is worlds away from our frantic coupling before.
This is a deliberate claiming, a slow, exquisite torture that builds and builds, wrapping the tension in my gut tighter and tighter until I feel like I might shatter into a million pieces.
His rough skin drags against my own sensitized flesh, a delicious friction that sends sparks skittering up my spine.
He shifts, changing the angle slightly, and the next thrust hits a place inside me so blindingly intense that I see stars. A high, keening cry escapes my lips, my hands scrambling on his powerful arms as my body arches wildly.
"There," he growls, a dark, triumphant sound, and he hits that spot again, and again, a relentless, devastating assault that unravels me completely.
The world narrows to the feeling of him moving inside me, the possessive grip of his hands on my hips, the deep, rumbling vibrations of his groans against my back. I am lost in a sea of pure sensation, my mind gone, my body a vessel for his pleasure and my own.
He reaches around, his rough, calloused hand wrapping around my aching length, and the dual sensations are too much.
My entire body convulses, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure so intense it borders on pain. His calloused grip on my length is both an anchor and a lightning rod, and he begins to stroke me in counterpoint to the devastating rhythm of his hips.
The dual sensations are a symphony of beautiful torment, a relentless stimulation that builds a storm deep within me, threatening to tear me apart.
I can hear myself making sounds, broken, desperate cries that are barely recognizable as my own, as he drives into me again and again, hitting that secret spot with unerring accuracy.
The water around us seems to thrum with our shared energy, the water itself joining our rhythm, pulling and pushing us together in a wild, untamed dance.
"You're so beautiful like this," he rasps, his voice a low, possessive growl that vibrates through my entire being. "Taking me so well. All mine."
His words crack in the fragile composure I've been clinging to.
He tightens his grip on my hips, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more erratic as he chases his own release. His control is slipping, the beast within him emerging, and the thought of him losing himself inside me is the final push over the edge.
My inner muscles clench around him, a desperate, involuntary spasm that pulls a ragged groan from his chest. The heaviness in my belly snaps, and I shatter, my body arching as a scream is torn from my throat, my release pulsing hot and fast into the cool, clear water.
I'm a trembling, boneless thing in his arms, aftershocks of my release still rippling through my body as I float in the dazed, blissful haze.
But Kael isn't done with me.
With a gentleness that steals my breath, he slowly, carefully pulls out of me, the sudden emptiness a hollow ache that makes me whimper.
Before I can even process the loss, he's turning me in the water, guiding my limp, pliant body until I'm facing him.
He sinks lower, his powerful grey tail a graceful fin propelling him downward, until his face is level with my hips.
His dark, storm-grey eyes meet mine, holding my gaze for a heartbeat that stretches into eternity, a silent question that I answer by arching my back, a silent invitation.
Then he leans in, and I cry out as I feel the hot, wet slide of his tongue against my over-sensitive flesh.
He's impossibly careful, his movements slow and deliberate as he explores me, licking and sucking with a focused intensity that borders on worship.
He uses his lips and the flat of his tongue to tease and stimulate, avoiding the sharp edges of his teeth with precision and protective tenderness.
The pleasure is different this time, slower, deeper, a simmering heat that builds gradually, seeping into every nerve ending until I'm writhing once more, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer, silently begging for more.