Chapter 7 #2
He kissed her harder, tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue, urging her to open for him.
She moaned as she matched his passion. Gods, he loved that sound; loved it when any noise of pleasure escaped from her; that he was the one who made her feel that way.
He wanted her to whimper, to moan, to gasp—to shout his name so there was no question who she belonged to.
“I missed you so much,” he whispered as his lips moved across her jaw and he inhaled the faint scent of her lavender shampoo.
She gripped his shoulders. “I missed you too.”
He continued his exploration, paying special attention to the curve of her shoulder, a spot he knew made her melt. Her breath hitched as he nipped the soft skin, licking and kissing the sharp bite away.
He made his way back up, consuming her lips again as his hand explored her curves—her waist, the swell of her hip, the softness of her stomach. Moving higher, he cupped her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple, causing her to moan into his mouth.
His hand slid lower, slowly trailing along her body until he reached between her legs. His other arm held him up so he could watch the pleasure on her face. A finger slid through her arousal and she mewled, squirming beneath him.
“So wet, love.”
Leaning in, he trailed kisses along her neck, her throat, and lower as he circled her clit with his finger. He needed to taste her, needed to remind himself of how she felt as she came around his cock. Needed to spend the entire day re-learning her body and exalting her.
He paused and latched onto her nipple with a harsh groan, his finger still slowly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.
After paying special attention to her breasts, he continued his journey.
Wrapping his arms around her legs, he placed them over his shoulders and settled onto the bed.
Gently placing kisses on her inner thighs, his lips moved higher, making her twitch as he gripped her.
He ran his tongue along her center and groaned. “I missed the way you taste.”
Ava gasped and let out a low moan.
Slipping a finger inside, he licked and flicked her clit with his tongue. Ava arched her back, hands grasping and pulling at his hair. She wouldn’t last long—he could tell by the way her legs were already quivering, as if they’d been starved for one another.
He continued his rhythm, adding another finger and curling them forward, following Ava’s cues as she writhed and panted at his touch. She was close. Increasing the pressure with his tongue, he upped his speed and pushed her over the edge.
Ava’s thighs clenched. Bowing off the bed she cried out his name as her whole body trembled through her climax. Casimir slowed, but continued to work her through the aftershocks.
Her grip tight on his hair, she yanked his head away, pulling him up to her face and kissing him in a frenzy, her hands roving over every dip of muscle along his back.
“Cas, I need—I need you inside me,” she gasped. “Now.”
He broke the kiss, forehead pressed against hers as he stroked himself, settling between her thighs. She clutched at him in desperation as he ran the head of his cock through her wetness, trying to go slow. But she was impatient, angling her hips closer, their bodies craving each other.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?” He wanted to hear it. Loved when she was desperate and begging. Loved when he could do that for her—that she wanted him so badly, she’d plead for it. “Say it.”
“Please…fuck me. Please.”
“Mmmm,” he said against her lips. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Guiding himself inside, he entered slowly, a groan leaving his lips as her tight heat gripped him.
“Oh god, yes,” Ava moaned when he bottomed out.
Casimir moved in slow, deep thrusts, rolling his hips with every plunge. His tongue tangled with hers in an aching attempt to claim her again. Because she was his. His love, his dear one, the woman he would do absolutely anything for.
His Miraêl Li’ra.
Chasing his release, he picked up the pace, his gaze never leaving her face. Ava closed her eyes and bit her lip, her fingers digging into the sheets above her head as she lost herself in pleasure.
“Look at me,” Casimir said. “I want to watch you come apart.”
She opened her eyes. Casimir reached between their bodies, working her clit.
A bit of pressure change had her climaxing again, her walls clenching around him in heated passion.
Ava cried out, clutching his neck and wrapping her legs around him, arching her back and angling him deeper.
Bracing his arms on either side of her, he lowered his head into the crook of her neck, finding his own release with a few more powerful thrusts.
He groaned into her soft skin as he spilled inside of her. “You’re perfect. You were made for me.”
Ava whimpered, hands in his hair as she pulled him into a languid kiss. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their breaths came in short bursts, both spent but not ready to separate.
“You were made for me too,” she whispered.