Fifty-Three #2
She wanted him to picture her there, poised to take him. Right there on the seat of his power. Camilla wanted Envy never to forget that he might rule over his sinful court, but she’d ruled his body for one blissful moment in time. Just as he’d owned hers.
He expected her to take him inch by inch again, and she earned a surprised huff as she sank onto him in one hard motion. They both swore, their panting a mixture of pleasure and pain. He filled her so incredibly much, from this position, he went deeper.
Camilla slowly lifted herself up, all the way up his shaft, then dropped again, this time circling her hips. He swore. His mouth finding her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin.
Envy gripped her hips, kneading her flesh as he allowed her to set the pace.
She rolled her hips, her movements slow and purposeful. Until she leaned forward, hitting a spot that made her moan, and fire seared through her veins.
After that, their game didn’t matter. Only their pleasure. Soon his thrusts matched hers, his hands moving her up and down as she bounced on his length.
Her muscles ached from the movement, tightened. She didn’t care.
Envy kissed along her spine, his fingers digging into her sides. His cock swelled inside her the same moment the most intense bolt of heat raced through her.
They both swore, fucking harder, knowing the end was upon them. She was no longer sure whether he was making love to her or she was making love to him. They were frantic, feral, pounding against each other as if their very lives depended on it.
Right before she came, his fingers slid across her slick folds, teasing her clit until she lost herself in the sensations, her orgasm roaring through her. Wave after wave of sparking pleasure hit her, tugging her under, over, and she yelled his true name.
“Leviaethan!”
Warmth spurted inside her as his release found him, and Camilla plummeted over the edge again, riding the last waves of pleasure until she turned boneless and fell back against Envy’s chest, breath heaving.
His arms circled her, drawing little shapes along her stomach, under her ribs, along the curve of her breasts with his own quivering muscles.
“Fucking hell.” His breath was warm on her neck, her skin pebbling pleasantly. He’d softened a little but remained inside her. “You kiss like a saint but fuck like a deviant.”
“I wanted our one night to count.”
“Fucking hell,” he said again, quieter this time.
Perhaps she had ruined him.
Her lips twitched upward before the smile faded.
Dawn wasn’t far off, and they needed to get the next clue. Their time was over.
The moment she stood, she knew she’d be leaving this fantasy behind.
To his credit, Envy didn’t seem to be in a rush to leave their little bubble behind either. She knew he must be thinking of the game again too. Of what it meant to his court.
Yet he stayed right there. With her. Like he didn’t wish to be anywhere else.
His hands moved to her arms, lightly tracing them.
Their breathing had long since evened out, and the silence hung heavy between them.
The slow, light touches moved along her silhouette, her waist, the curve of her hip, then meandered below her navel, sliding closer to where their bodies were still joined.
Her breath hitched as his hand dipped lower. He was hard again.
“What about the game?” she asked, hating that she had.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “Not at all.”
“Thank fuck.”
He shifted so that Camilla was fully seated on him but he was in a more commanding position.
While she was still facing away, her back to his chest, he was the one in control, lifting her up along his shaft, teasing her with the ridge as he slowly pumped in and out, making love to her like he’d never let go.
There wasn’t anything hard and fast about his movements.
Now that he was back in control, he focused solely on wringing as much pleasure from her body as he could. The ridge of him hit a spot inside her that stole her thoughts.
He pulled out, then thrust in again, hitting that same glorious place.
She leaned against him, hands curled back around his neck, playing with his hair. He reached around, cupping her breasts as he moved, allowing himself room to thrust.
“See that mirror over there?” he asked, pointing to a gilded mirror she hadn’t noticed across the room.
“Yes.”
“Watch.” He widened his legs, forcing hers to follow his lead, exposing her glistening sex. If his court had been here, they would have had quite the show. She had quite the show.
Envy’s fingers swirled over her clit, pressing against it while he slowly thrust up.
Camilla practically panted from the sight.
“Watch how hard I make you come.”
Camilla bit her lip, already feeling her body’s response to his wicked demand.
His gaze remained locked on where their bodies were joined, drinking in the sight like a starving man who’d come upon a feast. He drew his fingers to his mouth, attention locked on hers in the mirror as he licked her arousal off.
“So fucking sweet.”
When he touched her again, with his erection nestled deep inside, it was almost too much.
He pressed tender kisses to her neck, his fingers continuing to slowly torture her. He thrust once in a while, just to add to the overwhelming sensations vying for her attention.
His legs widened farther, baring her more. Soon, much too soon, her breath turned uneven. Her climax was close.
Her eyes drifted shut.
Envy slapped her clit, sending a wave of sensation through her. “Eyes open.”
“Beast.”
“You fucking adore it.”
That she did.
Camilla kept her attention fixed on their show, feeling and watching his skill as a lover; he was drawing pleasure the same way she could draw realms. And he was every bit as talented.
“Come for me, love.”
His teeth were on her neck, his thrusts coming faster now.
Still slow, still punishingly wonderful.
But he was close again too, waiting to join her the moment she tumbled over the edge.
Camilla tried to hold off, tried to prolong this moment.
But her body responded to his quiet demands, finally giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Leviaethan!” She came with his name on her lips again.
This time, when he shouted her name, then held her in his arms, she felt like he was already long gone. Like a star shooting across the night sky, there was nothing left but the memory of how beautifully bright it had once shined.