Thirty Five #4
His smile faded as uninhibited lust carved into his features.
His gaze locked on mine, he dragged his tongue through my drenched heat.
A loud moan escaped me as I finally got what I wanted.
The sound was only the first of the shameless noises I made as he feasted on me.
Soon, his fingers joined his mouth as he glided them in and out while he licked and sucked.
He worshiped me until I was teetering on the edge, and when he curled his fingers, release whipped through me as I shattered with a sharp cry.
My knees buckled, but he held me up, licking his fingers clean while I caught my breath.
“Do you…” My mind was hazy from the pleasure. “Do you want me to siphon Silberium from you?” I managed to get out.
“You can do it while I make love to you,” he said as he rose to his feet.
He snapped his fingers, and his clothes were gone, leaving him standing naked in front of me, unabashedly displaying his proud length.
“That’s a nice trick. Who’s impatient now?” I arched a brow.
“I am. Because as much as you wanted me to touch you, I crave your touch. Please, end my misery.”
“You never have to beg,” I whispered as I reached up and skimmed my fingertips over his flawless features.
His eyes drifted closed as he stilled. He didn’t seem to be breathing as I brushed the underside of his jaw before gliding my fingers over his neck to his chest. Glowing silver patterns marbled his skin, and I would have found them hauntingly beautiful if I didn’t know that they caused him pain.
I put my hand flat to his chest, preparing to rid him of the excess magic, but he stopped me.
“Later,” he ground out. “I need you to touch me.”
I moved my hand to his stomach and then lower until I wrapped my fingers around his thick hardness.
A harsh groan left him before he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut and his features taut.
He moaned again as I moved my hand on him with long, tight strokes.
His head fell back, and the muscles on his neck stood out as he reveled in my touch for a few seconds until he growled, “I need to be inside you.”
He stopped my hand and lifted me to the vanity. Gathering up my skirts again, he stepped between my parted legs, and I leaned back to grant him better access. We both groaned when he thrust in, easily gliding through my wetness.
“Stars, you’re perfect,” he rasped, looking down at where we were joined.
The silver patterns on his body had spread to his neck, with a few wispy vines running up his face.
Even through my lust-addled mind, I knew we couldn’t delay the magic transfer any longer.
I clasped his shoulders and called Silberium to me as he grabbed my thighs and lifted me on his length, nearly withdrawing completely.
When he plunged me down on him, I moaned as the ancient magic entered my veins, mixing with the exquisite sensation of having him inside me.
Even though I had found my release mere seconds ago, pleasure rapidly built again as he helped me move on him.
The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room as I drew Silberium into me while lifting and lowering on his throbbing hardness.
I stopped the current of magic when it became impossible to focus on anything else but another wave of release tingling down my spine.
Adrian picked up speed, hitting the spot deep inside me where pressure coiled tighter and tighter until it unraveled.
We cried out at the same time, both overcome with impossible pleasure.
Release crashed into me, wave after powerful wave, leaving my body limp and boneless.
When I draped myself over Adrian, he lowered me down to the vanity and buried his face against the crook of my neck.
“I will never get enough of you; of this,” he rasped in between ragged breaths. A second later, he hardened inside me once more, and although I had thought I was completely spent, my blood heated again. “This time, I want you to see how utterly stunning you look when you come apart.”
Slowly, he withdrew and set me down, holding me up until I was steady enough on my feet.
When he turned me around to face the vanity mirror, I stared at my reflection, my golden eyes glowing and my face flushed.
I waited for him to snap his fingers to make my clothes disappear, but he didn’t.
Instead, he took his time unwrapping me from my dress as if I were his personal gift.
When the gown hit the floor, revealing my naked body covered in golden patterns, he met my gaze in the mirror as he gently moved my hair over my right shoulder.
A soft gasp escaped me when he placed a kiss on the back of my neck.
“You’re magnificent,” he whispered in my ear before he tugged on the lobe with his teeth.
Arousal throbbed between my slick thighs as he dragged his sharp fangs down the side of my neck before briefly pressing them into my shoulder.
Not to elicit pain, but pleasure. My head fell back against his chest as he reached from behind to cup my breasts, gently tugging on the hardened peaks. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” I breathed as he released my breasts and gently pushed on my back until I bent over and planted my hands in front of me on the vanity.
His gaze fastened on mine in the mirror, he clasped my hips and growled, “Hold on,” before he thrust in.