Chapter 46 #2
He slips his hand down and twists the sash at my waist, giving it a tug. “Off.”
A breath catches in my throat, and I nod my permission. In a beat of my pounding heart, the robe lies in a blue velvet pool at my feet.
Alexus kicks off his boots and peels off his leathers, leaving him standing on the most beautiful long, strong legs I’ve ever seen, wearing nothing but a thin pair of braies that hide nothing of his desire.
He comes for me, kissing me, curving his warm hands around my ribs. A moment later, he cups my breasts, kneading, teasing, and caressing.
“You feel so right in my hands,” he whispers, kissing my mouth again before ducking his head low.
Through the thin fabric of my shift, he drags his teeth achingly slow over my nipples, biting just hard enough to take my breath.
With a delicate touch, I drag my fingernails down his back and draw him closer.
There is no love without fear.
I can’t call this love. Not yet. But I have to wonder if it could eventually become something extraordinary. I’ll never know if I let this night pass me by.
Something comes over me, the same something that guided me in the refuge. I give in and push Alexus toward the bed.
Eyes holding mine, he sits and pulls me onto his lap, his hands sliding up my thighs and underneath my gown, over my naked hips, gripping my ass, heating my flesh everywhere he touches.
I want more. I want him.
I want to finish what we started days ago.
Gathering my gown, I pull it over my head, baring my body to him.
His eyes go dark as he takes me in, but then he lowers his mouth to my breast again, his tongue and teeth sending molten pleasure to my core.
He trails his hand down my spine, over my hips, and lower, teasing me between my legs, readying me for him, making me throb as I push against his touch.
He stares up at me, a wicked little smile curling one corner of his mouth. “I was going to be gentle.”
I shake my head and sign his words back to him. The words he’d spoken at the stream. “Sometimes, a rough hand is best.”
Holding my gaze, he slips a finger inside me, pushing deep, making me gasp.
Pulse pounding in my ears, I urge him down to the bed and bury my hands in all that dark hair, kissing him harder and hungrier than I’ve ever kissed anyone before.
His touch remains, his skillful fingers brushing over me, tormenting.
I’ve never ached like this. Never felt like I might die from need. Never burned for another as I burn for him.
Nothing but his thin braies separates us, and already, the friction and pressure of his hard cock against me is intoxicating.
Brazenly, I shift so I can slide my hand between us.
I untie the laces of his braies and tug the fabric down, enough that I can clutch his erection in my hand.
He touched me so perfectly in the wood. I’m only returning the favor.
“Gods, Raina. Yes.” With every stroke of thick length, my name is an ache given life, hanging from the edge of a ragged breath.
Alexus raises his hips. Together, we clumsily shove his braies down his thighs, and he kicks the garment aside. The action presses his cock against me—without any barrier.
I have to look at him. Gods’ death, he’s so hard, so perfect.
Slick with desire, I move against him and swallow his fevered groan with a kiss.
“Want.” I press that word into the skin over his heart.
Alexus pulls away from my mouth and says the three words that are my undoing. “Then take me.”
Bracing myself on his broad, rounded shoulders, I position myself over his cock just right, then I sink onto him, gasping as I work him inside me, inch by torturous inch. There’s so little of me, and so very much of him, yet there will somehow never be enough.
As I rock gently, a deep moan rumbles from his chest.
“Fuck, Raina. And I thought your mouth would be my ruin.” Breathing hard, he shuts his eyes for the span of a heartbeat and then stares into my eyes. “I might not survive this.”
A smile tempts my mouth. I felt like a god when I straddled him in the wood, and I feel that same way now.
I bite my lip as he carefully rolls his hips, each shallow thrust matching the pace I’ve set. I can see the tension in him, the way the tendons in his neck strain, the way the vein across his shoulder swells as he clutches my hips.
He’s holding back. For me.
Soon my body complies to his movements, opening to him, for him—
And I am lost.
There is nothing gentle about anything I do to him from this moment forward. I’m ravenous, heat coiling inside me, the tightest, sweetest ache making me move with relentless abandon, his cock stretching me wide and hitting me so deep.
Alexus skims his hands up my body, wraps his fists in my hair, angling my head back with enough force in his grip that a chill covers every inch of my skin.
“Take me,” he commands, thrusting a little harder. “Fucking take all of me.”
The soft, dark hair on his chest tortures the tips of my breasts as we move, our rhythm driven by the soft bites he presses along the side of my neck, the way he licks and sucks the places where his teeth might’ve left a mark. For one long moment, I think I might fall apart from this alone.
But then he closes his mouth over the tip of my breast and presses his teeth around my nipple, sucking. Watching me, he flicks his tongue and raises his hips, pressing into me so deeply that I drop my head back, my body falling still as I try to breathe around the fullness.
Hands digging into my hips, he fucks me, pounding all that cock into me until a delicious ache grows between my legs. An ache I can’t wait for him to relieve.
“Not yet,” he says, gripping my waist and sliding out of me as he turns us over.
I shiver when he runs his warm hands over my breasts and drags those rough palms over the curves of my hips and down my legs, all the way to my ankles, before he returns and does it all again. The third time, he spreads my legs, gripping my thighs, studying me like I’m a work of art.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Raina.” He holds me there, his fingers pressed firmly into my legs as he trails kisses from my knee down my inner thigh, lower and lower, until he tastes me.
Gasping at the long slide of his tongue, I clench the bedcovers. He turns me mindless, flicking his tongue against my clit and plunging it inside me and over me until I can barely think around the desire he won’t let me release.
It makes me ache, and desire overwhelms. One second, I’m pressing against his mouth, grinding my hips, needing his tongue deeper. The next moment, he’s touching me, opening me, sliding his fingers inside me, his tongue still ravaging my body, and I’m clawing at the bed linens to get away.
A throaty little laugh leaves him as he grips my hips and draws me back to his hungry mouth. How easily I surrender.
Alexus groans—feasting, savoring, devouring. Then he flips me to my stomach, drawing me up on my knees, exposing me to him, my torso flat on the bed. Again, I grip the linens, bracing myself, because I know what’s coming.
“I will never get my fill of this,” he whispers. “Of you. Never.”
The vibration of his voice over my tender, aching flesh sends a chill across my skin, coaxing me toward a climax I so desperately need.
Alexus spreads me wide and plunges his tongue inside me again. “So godsdamn good,” he says, licking and sucking, until I’m biting on the brocade coverlet to endure him.
This is worship. Alexus Thibault has lain me on his altar and praised every inch of me.
Just when I think I can bear no more, he presses soft kisses to my thighs, trails his tongue up the curve of my backside, and then kneels closer behind me.
Slowly, he enters me, pushing that broad, swollen head of his impossibly hard cock inside me, little by little, every inch its own unbearable torture.
“So fucking wet, Raina,” he groans. “So fucking ready for me.”
Greedy, I shift my hips and push back against him, taking more and more until he’s buried deep. My reward is him, the lewd curse that trips off his lips, and his shuddering gasp.
Gripping my waist, he begins to move. His thrusts are shallow at first, but they grow longer and slower, plunging deeper and harder. He rolls his hips, taking his time with me, as if learning my body with his cock.
He reaches around and touches the most sensitive part of me. My body clenches tight from the sensation, making him moan as he flicks his fingertip back and forth, pleasuring me while he fucks.
But again, my orgasm rises, threatening to end this. And again, as though he senses the change in me and my body, Alexus slows, then spreads his knees and sits back on his heels.
With my heart pounding, he curls his arm around my waist and lifts me up against him, my back to his front, his cock still buried inside me. The rune on my chest warms as he lifts his hand to that gentle heat, delicately touching my mark as he moves his hips.
“There is magick even in this,” he whispers against my ear.
“If you close your eyes and search, you’ll see the threads of my desire for you.
We’re connected now. You just need to draw those threads inside you, and we can tangle our magick.
Even though my power is weak, it will still make this night like nothing you’ve ever known. ”
Gods. Tangling our magick? I have no idea what that means, but I do as I’m told.
The threads are easier to find than I imagined. They burn brightly as a star, and when I reach for them with my mind, they seep into me like sunlight.
“Got them?” he asks, and I nod. “Good. I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers, tilting my head until his breath is on my lips. “And I swear to every god who has ever lived, you’re going to feel me everywhere.”
He brushes his mouth over mine, the taste of our sex sweet on his lips. Hungry, he sweeps his tongue deep, kissing me with the same passion as when he kissed me between my legs.