Chapter 11
MARLAK
There’s no tomorrow, no Witch King, no need to use any fire. There’s only this moment, as I’m lost in this thrilling sensation, in the feel of Astra’s magical tongue. A wondrous dream—except that I’m awake.
My eyes open to Astra naked, kneeling before me, all natural and beautiful with her real hair color.
That sweet face I adore so much sends a current through my body—part desire, part disbelief that this is actually happening.
Her eyes find mine, questioning and eager, and I realize I’ve been holding my breath.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
She nods, the corners of her mouth lifting even as she moves her tongue around my cock.
The air between us changes, charged with an odd kind of electricity.
“There’s no rush,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intended. My fingers find her cheek, tracing the delicate line of her jaw, her skin warm beneath my touch.
She nods again, and the determination in her eyes makes butterflies riot in my gut—and also makes my cock twitch.
When she takes me in her mouth, I gasp, a delightful sensation shooting through me.
Then she stops, making my body desperate to feel her lips and tongue again.
“Is this right?” she whispers, looking up with her lovely eyes.
My hand cups the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. “Perfect.”
She takes me again, this time with a firmer grip, and most of my thoughts dissolve.
I want to tell her how beautiful she looks, how the sight of her kneeling before me, lips stretched around my cock, is somehow both arousing and humbling.
I want to explain that my racing heart isn’t just from physical desire but from the trust she’s placing in me.
And yet, instead of words, the sounds leaving my mouth are incomprehensible grunts. There’s just her, the world narrowing to the sensation of her mouth, the sight of her eyes occasionally meeting mine, the sound of our breathing mingling in the quiet room.
“Like that,” I manage to whisper when she finds a rhythm that sends jolts of light throughout my spine.
Time stretches, loses its meaning, compressing eternity in this moment. I’m lost in the feel of her lips, watching transfixed as she swallows part of me. My fingers tighten in her hair, not to control but to anchor myself against the tide of sensation threatening to sweep me away.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watch her—the curve of her shoulder, the hollow at the base of her throat, the peak of her breasts, the way half of my cock is buried in her mouth, her delicate hands caressing its base.
There’s an intimacy to this that goes beyond the physical act, a vulnerability that cracks the last icy walls around my heart.
As pleasure builds, I’m only aware of this sensation, of this connection. Too much, too…
My thoughts return like lighting. I need to warn her.
“Astra,” I groan.
There is no hesitation in her expression, only desire, her brilliant eyes goading, daring me. She wants this. My hands grip the purple strands of her hair as my hips move of their own accord, entering her mouth deeper and deeper, all the while holding her gaze.
Go on, Marlak, her eyes tell me. All my restraint dissolves and I find myself fucking her lovely lips, moving faster and faster.
It’s too much—pure, blinding bliss.
My body convulses as I spill my seed into her mouth in hot, trembling spurts.
She takes it all, eyes locked on mine even as she swallows every drop.
The sensation overwhelms me completely—pleasure crashing through my body in waves as I come undone.
I watch, breathless, as she accepts all of me, her eyes never leaving mine even as she swallows.
When she finally pulls away, lips glossy, cheeks aflame, I yank her up into my arms, and we collapse on the bed, her body over mine.
“You’re trembling,” she whispers, tracing her fingers along my jaw.
“So are you,” I mumble, still barely able to speak, then I catch her hand and press a kiss to her palm.
We spend a long time like that, eyes locked, our foreheads nearly touching, holding a mingled breath.
The way she stares at me makes me feel whole, my scars healed.
After a long time, her brows contract, as if noticing something. “Marlak, I can feel your magic.”
I pretend to be offended. “Oh, so that’s what it was? A subterfuge to get my power?”
Her laughter is music to my ears. “I said I was going to try oral intake. I made a promise and I kept it.”
I run my fingers through her lovely hair. “I was joking.”
“Lucky you, I wasn’t.”
“Indeed. Now we need a series of tests to see how you absorb my magic differently depending on how you take it.”
In fact, she’s on top of me, and the feel of her thighs near my cock threatens to awaken it.
She chuckles, but a shadow crosses her eyes. It’s only a fraction of a second, but it’s a reminder of what I have to do tomorrow. I don’t want to think about tomorrow. In fact, I don’t want to think at all.
My hands slide to the curve of her hips, and I feel myself stirring, responding to her nearness.
Astra feels it too, as she smiles. “Shouldn’t it be sleeping?”
I smirk. “Well, it can be a long, deep slumber, but it can also be a nap. It’s been insomniac lately.”
She laughs, then moves her hips slightly, the friction sending electricity up my spine.
Her eyes lock into mine as she moves her hips again, this time in a slow circle, making my breath catch.
With a playful smile, she sits up, the sunlight from the window casting golden highlights across her breasts as she rolls against me.
I’m transfixed by her—hardening beneath her touch, aching for more.
She hovers just above me, her body so close I can feel her heat radiating against my skin.
The tip of my cock brushes against her entrance—a fleeting touch that sparks a jolt of desire through my body and makes my heart stutter in my chest. I’m caught between wanting to savor this suspended moment and needing to close the last breath of space between us.
Astra looks astounding sitting on me, her nipples standing hard against the golden light, her parted lips glistening—lips that moments ago had been wrapped around my cock.
A smile plays at that same mouth as she lowers herself just enough to take only the tip inside, then rises again, leaving me desperate, aching.
She does it again—a torturous game—dipping down to capture just the head before retreating, her eyes never leaving mine, that same challenging gaze that watched me come undone between her lips.
When she finally sinks down, taking my full length deep inside her warmth, the sensation is overwhelming.
A groan escapes my throat, primal and unrestrained.
She surrounds me completely, tight and slick and perfect, her purple hair cascading over her shoulders in wild waves as she moves, strands clinging to the hollow of her throat, her skin flushed and glowing.
Riding me with deliberate slowness, each rise and fall of her hips is a delicious agony that makes my breath catch in my throat.
I close my eyes, surrendering to her rhythm, to the slick heat of her enveloping me completely.
The weight of her thighs against mine, the subtle tremble in her muscles as she controls our pleasure—it’s worship made flesh.
I surrender to her rhythm for a few more exquisite moments, savoring the sight of her above me—powerful and radiant.
But a primal need builds within me, an urge to claim.
With one fluid motion, I roll her beneath me, cradling her head as we turn.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me closer, her smile telling me she welcomes this shift in our dance.
My hips find a rhythm—slow at first, savoring the exquisite drag of her tight walls against every sensitive inch of me.
Our eyes lock in silent communion, the bond between us like a brilliant string of light.
With each measured stroke, she draws in sharp little breaths that catch in her throat, the sound of her pleasure making my pulse thunder against my ribs.
Her lips part in a gasp as I withdraw almost completely, the head of my cock teasing her entrance before I sink back into her depths, the pressure building with each delicious plunge.
I feel every flutter of her inner walls, every quiver that pulses from her core, gripping me from within.
Gradually, I increase the pace, the friction building like lightning beneath my skin, yet our shared gaze never breaks.
Her fingernails press into my shoulders, sharp pinpoints of pain blooming outward with each thrust as I drive deeper, harder, my muscles burning with restraint until I finally surrender to pure instinct.
The wooden headboard strikes the stone wall in a primal rhythm, as her moans rise and fall like waves—soft, then desperate, then transcendent—echoing through the hall beyond our chamber. Let everyone hear us. Let the stars themselves bear witness to how completely we belong to each other.
Her body tenses beneath me, back arching, as I feel her light surging through our connection—a sudden brilliant pulse that travels from her core into mine, her pleasure cascading through me, pulling me over the edge.
We become twin stars collapsing into one another, our separate lights merging into a single brilliant glow that illuminates every shadow within me.
My release comes as a tidal wave—powerful, inevitable, washing away everything in its path until nothing remains but the essence of us. For a moment, we are constellations perfectly aligned, suspended in an eternity of light.
I collapse beside her, our chests heaving in unison, the room spinning slightly as I gather her against me, our skin meeting like flint against steel, striking invisible sparks.
Her head finds the hollow of my shoulder as if drawn there by enchantment, and when her hair tickles my chest, for a second I see faint purple luminescence dancing along her lovely purple strands.