Chapter 30 #2
Vastion looked back at me and smiled. “The Gods must have known you’d scream loudly on your birthday.”
“Yes, I think they know celebrations are in order.”
“Now, what is this gift you’re so expectant of? I fear I have nothing else planned to appease you.”
I leaned in and whispered in his ear, my lips grazing his skin as I offered my answer. “You. Give yourself to me. Fully.”
Vastion’s hand trembled as it brushed the side of my cheek. Trying to ascertain the certainty of my request.
“Only because I can fight this no longer.” His words were accentuated by the sound of more lightning beyond the balcony.
He carried me toward our bed and placed me at the foot of it, still standing, before reaching down to lift my overdress away from me.
All that remained was a thin, silky undergarment.
I was certain that, had there been laces and a corset to address, I would have found myself with another destroyed garment.
The breeze from the outdoors tickled my skin, rustling the thin fabric of my negligee.
Vastion left me beside the bed as he moved slowly away, bringing the oil lamps along the walls to a soft glow, just above extinguishing them entirely.
The room became so dark that I could only make out our shadows, but I am certain his exemplary sight meant he had perfectly clear view of me.
The sound of heavy rain pouring against the ocean tide preceded his footsteps.
Now at the precipice of my own request, I was digging to find the courage to remind him that I was asking for all of him.
And I had meant it. I didn’t want Vastion to hold back.
I wanted him to take me the way his instincts told him to.
I was willing to discover the darker side of his passion, one where he wasn’t so dictated by restraint.
“I’m not afraid anymore; don’t hide yourself from me,” I said, running my thumb along his jawline and toward his mouth, hoping he understood my meaning. Vastion clasped my hand in his and turned his cheek, placing a gentle kiss on my palm.
“Let me love you as a man would. Please.” Vastion paused, assessing me for a reaction. He placed a fleeting peck on my lips. His words were breathy, filled with longing. “Just grant me this, and I promise there will be plenty more times to explore.”
I nodded silently, a wave of relief washing over me.
Knowing that, perhaps, having my husband carnally would not mean all the horrid things I had let myself imagine.
And through that doorway of trust, I began to imagine a more tender experience.
The moment when a woman who longed to consummate a marriage finally fell into the arms of her forever.
Our silence was enveloped by the sound of wind and rain, punctuated by cracks of lightning which created flashes of shadow across the walls of our giant room.
“Take this off, let me see you,” my husband commanded.
The nightgown fell to the floor beside our bed and Vastion shed the remainder of his clothes as well.
For a moment we simply stood there, admiring one another’s form in the dim candlelight.
I could still feel his eyes on me when I looked away.
Vastion continued to stare but made no motion to engage and I became increasingly self-conscious.
“Do I… Do I displease you?”
“Quite the contrary. I am simply committing this to detailed memory so that this moment remains etched in my mind for all eternity.”
Now kneeling, subservient and wanton for my flesh, he lifted my leg over his shoulder and pressed firm kisses along the inside of my thigh, moving his way up.
My skin shivered in the cool night air. Goosebumps trailed along the path of his lips, marking me like a map.
When I felt his hot breath near my sex, my muscles tensed in anticipation of that Gods-like tongue of his.
“Please,” I begged, making my desires known.
His mouth pressed against me, and he let out a deep, satisfying hum, making every nerve in my body surge to life.
One hand gripped my thigh tightly as he pushed his face further against me and began torturous sweeps of his tongue along my slick center, flicking it with an indescribable artistry.
He quickly drew exasperated whimpers from my lips, and I was desperate to feel him inside of me.
Vastion slid my leg off his shoulder, placing my foot carefully back on the ground, then reached behind my rear to lift and set me atop our bed. I felt the length of his eager erection as he hovered above me, deciding carefully in which position he’d finally gift me what I’d asked for.
“I’ve thought about this so many times, in so many ways, and now I find myself overcome with indecision. I should like to please you in the manner you most desire.”
“Like this.” Without hesitation I demonstrated, enthusiastically pushing his shoulder aside to force him onto his back, allowing me to straddle him.
There was power in mounting a king; even more in writhing against one of the most powerful beings in this world.
I was going to enjoy every minute of the climb toward my climax.
I wanted to look down and see his expressions immersed in ecstasy.
I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it before lifting myself up and then slowly lowering myself down. I moaned at his size, feeling myself tighten all around him. My pleased sounds made his cock twitch, and I could tell he was holding back.
Vastion placed his hands on each side of my hips and began to rock my body back and forth, craving the friction just as much as I.
I rolled my hips against him, increasing speed, causing him to arch his head back into the pillow.
He made a groaning noise; his pleasure straining along the veins in his neck.
I was not a vampire; but in that moment, from that angle, I could have leaned down and bit him.
One hard thrust of his hips surged pleasure through me, and I fell into temptation.
I pressed my mouth to his neck and brandished my teeth, biting just enough to tug at the skin before kissing it.
He hissed and then relaxed as soon as I squeezed him from the inside, flexing my inner muscles around his throbbing length.
I braced my weight on my hands, framing his head, and thrust against him at a maddening pace.
Vastion did not breathe; his chest did not rise and fall from exasperation, but there were other cues that let me know he was coming apart beneath me.
“If you don’t come on my cock right now, I’m going to be forced to gift you a birthday spanking.”
His vulgar threat ignited my blood, and I moved even more unrelentingly, angling myself precisely so that I could feel the depth of every stroke. My hips undulated till I could feel my muscles beginning to quiver on the verge of orgasm.
A melody of my whimpers and cries resounded as I climbed higher and higher. When I could take no more, I surrendered, crashing into the climax. My thighs shook around him before my body went limp.
All of a sudden, Vastion grabbed me and rolled me onto my stomach.
He moved behind me, tugging my rear into the air.
He leaned in, trailing light kisses all along my spine before he unexpectedly spanked me—hard, the sting noticeable.
Before I could recover from the blow, he leaned down and nipped at the opposite bare cheek, no doubt leaving a mark.
“You feral creature!” I yelped.
“My darling, you have no idea,” he taunted.
“I cannot take anymore,” I pleaded.
“Brave. Little. Liar.”
Vastion spread my tired legs and ran his tip along my drenched sex, teasing my entrance.
I had no energy left for what awaited me.
I could barely hold myself in this position.
As the orgasm settled, I managed to even my breathing, bracing myself for him in full measure.
Finally, he tilted my hips and plunged into me unrestrained, pounding forcefully while gripping my sides.
I tightened all around him, the sensation incredible.
Each stroke elicited another moan, and he took my hair firmly in his grip, tugging my head back while he rode me with a vigor I’d never experienced.
“Fuck!” I cried against his merciless rhythm.
“Es?”
“Don’t...stop.” The words were a breathless plea, barely more than a whisper against the storm of his movements. With every deep, uncompromising thrust, my arousal soared beyond my control. I was a wire pulled too tight, on the edge of shattering.
A sharp cry broke from my throat at the same moment Vastion groaned, his weight pinning me to the bed as he spilled inside me. The breath rushed out of me in a ragged sob as the world dissolved around that singular feeling.
He withdrew gently, the heat of the exchange lingering as he collapsed onto the sheets and pulled me into his side. Shifting, he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“I have lived for centuries,” Vastion murmured, his voice thick with a strange, new exhaustion. “But this moment... It has eclipsed my entire existence.”
I smiled into the shadows, though he couldn’t see it. “I thought you’d grown weary of the years. Haven’t you seen enough of forever?”
“I used to think so,” he said, his grip tightening as if he feared I might vanish into the dark. “Now, I’m not sure a thousand lifetimes will ever be enough.”