Chapter 32 #2
His body reacts, pressing hard against the softest parts of mine. A low, desperate whimper rises from my throat as I rock my hips, coaxing my own orgasm to rise. I’m seeking the release he keeps drawing out. Demanding it in the way I move.
His eyes darken, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I thought you wanted me to make love to you.”
“Just fuck me already.” I plead.
“Not that easy,” Mikael says, flipping us over and nudging my legs open with his thighs, lips encircling one of my taut nipples. His fangs tease another bite, and I dig my fingertips into his back, squirming beneath him.
Mikael’s hand slides down my stomach, and my breath catches as the ache between my thighs intensifies.
“Oh… Please!” I cry out, eyes rolling back, then closing.
Friction against my clit sends me in a delicious spiral, similar to the way he felt coming across the bond.
I’m already so wet, so close to the edge.
“Tsk. Tsk. I’m not done,” he hums against my breast and slides a finger into me.
I gasp when he adds another and hooks them inside me, rubbing at the spot that sets me ablaze. I’m about to crest, my body pulsing when he removes his fingers and mouth from my skin. As quickly as the pleasure is built, it falls.
He’s playing with me, winding me up only to cut me short.
I open my eyes to meet his gray stare.
He’s smiling deviously.
“Do I need to beg?”
“Never. I’m just delivering on my promise,” he says as he lifts me up effortlessly, mouth going between my legs. His gaze remains locked on mine as he devours me. My head falls back against the bed as my hands curl into the sheets.
I’m lost, broken and remade by the way he’s moving his tongue against my clit and sliding his fingers in and out of me. Just as I’m about to orgasm, he bites my inner thigh. It sends me over the edge as wave after wave of pleasure and pain courses through me.
“Kai!” His name tears from my throat in a sharp cry. I hook my hands around his arms and tug as I command him, “Finish me.”
“With pleasure.” He hovers over me, and I cup his face, hands in his hair as he enters me. Pushing all the way inside, stretching my tight and still-pulsing center.
He pauses, his head dropping against my forehead, and takes a deep breath. When he looks at me again, his eyes are brimming with tears.
I wipe one away from his cheek with my thumb and search his face. He shakes his head, trying to blink them back.
The truth of his claim, that he’s never lain with another woman in our time apart, ricochets through the bond. There have been no other females. Even after so long, he still held himself back, waiting until it was my choice.
“Let me,” I say, not having to explain as I push myself up and wrap my legs around his waist. He hooks his arm around my back, crushing our chests together, and pulls me onto his lap. I lean back so he can see all of me as I move along his length.
I hold his gaze as I increase my pace, then shove him down, seating myself as deep as I can.
As his own pleasure spikes within me, I go faster and harder. He moans and grips my ass tighter, anchoring me against him as he reaches his climax. I fall forward against his chest as we spill over the edge together, filling me with more pleasure than I’ve ever had.
Even when we were together before, it was never like this.
We soften in each other’s embrace, letting our bodies come down from such highs.
“You were, and always will be, worth it.” He scoots to the edge of the bed with me still in his lap and carries me to the bathing chamber, setting me down under the water pipe.
He lathers the soap and coats us both with it. “Ready?”
I squeal in laughter as he pulls the chain and cold water falls over us both. I suck in air, trembling slightly under the change in temperature.
Mikael chuckles and lets go when we’re both no longer covered in soap. I flick water in his face, and he pulls the chain again. I slap his chest, and he laughs, letting go.
He brushes the hair back from my face, pulls me into his chest, and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.
“Ready again so soon?” I tease, as his cock hardens against my thigh.
“Are you?” He raises a brow.
“Should we go back to seeing who can hold off the longest?” I smile, grabbing the towel from the hook and wrapping it around my body.
“No.” He reaches for me, but I dance away from his hold and giggle, leaving the bathing chamber.
He bolts after me as I break into a run.
“Ah! Stop!” I scream out in laughter as he tickles me. My knees buckle as I dissolve into giggling.
He picks me up and tosses me onto the bed, then climbs back into it and hovers over me.
Those gray eyes are sparkling in delight as I reach up and brush away the hair that’s fallen into his face. Water still clings to his skin, the droplets glistening in the light.
He’s gorgeous. And he’s mine. An appreciation for what he’s done, for never giving up on us—on me.
I send that feeling through the bond, and he smirks.
“Yes, you’re mine.” His smile cracks me open in another way. “How quickly do you think I can make you wet again?”
Guiding his fingers to my opening, I show him that there’s no work to be done.
He groans in delight, then guides the tip of his cock there, slowing entering me once more. Bringing his hand back to its place beside my head, he leans down and rakes his fangs against my neck then thrusts deeply.
My head arches back, and a moan rushes from my lungs so loudly anyone awake would surely hear it.
I am utterly undone by this man.
I am his, and he is mine.
We claim each other again.
He moves harder and faster this time, filling me as deep as he can go. My hands grip his back and bicep, nails digging into soft flesh. It doesn’t take long, sensations still heightened, until we both orgasm.
Mikael nuzzles his nose into my neck and falls to the side. I curl into him and rest my head on his chest. Black lines of text begin to form on his thigh, words that make up our next riddle.
I had wanted one night to forget about everything else. But the curse has other plans.
I’m too curious to not look, to not want to figure it out right away even if I also want to ignore them. Only five words show up.
Every beginning has an ending.
I lift my head to look at my own leg, and see the same words but in a different order.
Every ending has a beginning.
“What is it?” Mikael asks.
“The next riddle,” I say and return my head to his chest.
“Are you going to tell me what it says?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Hum….” Mikael’s chest vibrates. “Only this time, because I’m too comfortable with you like this to care right now.”