Chapter 20 #3
He hissed into their kiss, taking her bottom lip between his teeth as he changed his motion from up and down to a slow roll.
Alethea’s world spun as he pressed against something incredible with each rock of her hips.
It was already building within her with each motion, and her breath hitched as she increased the pace, rolling her head back in pleasure.
“There you go,” he murmured into her hair, his hips lifting to meet her every beat. The pleasure she found there was intoxicating. “That’s it,” he encouraged.
Alethea moaned as his words sent her hurtling toward another precipice.
“Are you going to come for me again?”
Gods.
“Yes,” she cried, running her nails down his chest. “Yes.”
His name tumbled from her lips as she built and built, this time through their combined movements.
She heard his breath hitch as well, and he bit down on her shoulder with a barely restrained moan as she continued to climb.
The world outside ceased to exist as they melted into each other.
She gave herself over in a moment of total surrender.
And then she broke.
Alethea hit her orgasm violently.
This time, he didn’t stop to let her recover from the waves that rocked her body, making her tighten around him.
No. Within a moment, Nakir had her pinned on her back, his pace increasing through the waves of her orgasm.
He didn’t relent. He didn’t slow. He claimed her as she fell apart around him, each wave hitting harder than the next.
Every fleeting thought, every lingering doubt, vanished in the searing heat of their shared passion.
Just when she thought she would lose her mind, Nakir buried his face in her neck as he reached his own climax, his fingers wound tightly in her tangled hair, gripping her hip with a force that should be painful but somehow only brought more pleasure.
She would have dreams about the roar he unleashed.
She came back to her senses slowly, head spinning, their bodies slick with sweat.
After some time, Nakir withdrew from her, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along her neck and her shoulders as he did.
He rose up to watch her through heavy-lidded eyes where she lay spread before him, caressing her open thighs.
Alethea moaned into his touch, her hips lifting of their own accord. What followed was the unmistakable sensation of him dripping out of her. Before she could say anything, though, Nakir noticed it too, his eyes glazing over with lust once more.
“Fuck,” he moaned, brushing his fingers against her.
She whimpered at his touch; at the way he looked like he might devour her again.
“Stay still. I mean it—don’t move.”
Alethea had no choice but to obey, her face flushed at his visceral reaction to his seed dripping out of her.
He left the bed for a moment but returned with a small towel.
Kneeling between her legs, he gently cleaned the mess he’d made of her, every movement reverent and adoring.
His attention there made her blush again, but he parted her legs to look at her for a moment longer.
Nakir kissed down her thigh toward her knee before pulling her close to him.
“Come here,” he said, peeling back the luxurious duvet to reveal the impossibly soft sheets. The bed was even more comfortable than her own back home.
In the quiet aftermath of their embrace, Alethea’s body molded itself into his. She closed her eyes, savoring the intimacy of the moment. He traced intricate patterns along her back and sides, leaving a trail of tingling sensation.
“I know it’s not very sexy,” he said into her neck after a small silence, “but we’ll need to brew tea in the morning.”
“Oh.” Alethea hadn’t even thought of that. Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment.
“It’s no trouble. We passed several shops in the marketplace that sell ingredients. There are also tinctures you can take monthly, should you desire. I haven’t had cause to take it in... some time.”
She wished her mother had shared this kind of information with her so she didn’t feel so clueless.
The flickering coals of the dying fire cast an ethereal glow on Nakir’s features, illuminating his face in soft golden hues. Alethea traced the planes of his chest with her fingertips, lingering on the scars that marked his skin.
“This changes things, doesn’t it?”
He drew in a deep breath and let it go in a sigh. “Yes.” Turning her over so they were face-to-face once more, he held her flush against him. “But I will honor our bargain. When this is over, you are free.”
But what did freedom mean, if she had to say goodbye to him?
“What do you want?” Alethea asked, barely above a whisper.
“I want a great deal of things.” His voice was a soft murmur in the hush of the night.
“But more than anything, I want you to have the life you deserve.” He kissed her head once more, and she closed her eyes, savoring what it could be like to be treasured and adored and... perhaps even loved by this man.
“What if what I want...” She faltered for a moment, exhaustion dragging her further and further from consciousness. “Is you?”
Nakir inhaled sharply but wrapped his arms tighter around her. He didn’t speak for several minutes. She was nearly asleep when she heard him say it.
“Then I’m yours.”