Chapter 43 #2
I can hear him pushing through the underbrush. I know his senses are heightened by the thrill of hunting me down. I wonder if, with his heightened senses and training, he can scent my arousal, and the thought causes heat to pool low in my belly.
I hear the twig snap, right behind me, and whirl to find Flint, eyes dancing with mischief.
“Took you long enough,” I tease.
He grins, closing the distance between us with long, purposeful strides. “I had to make you think you had a chance.” That fucking smirk. I just want to bite him.
I reach out as he draws closer, tracing the swirl of ink on his neck. He catches my hand, pressing a tender kiss to my palm, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m yours. Always.”
Our lips meet in a passionate, searing kiss, igniting the air around us, a dance of tongues and breaths that leaves us both breathless and aching for more.
My hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the power and strength beneath his skin.
He groans against my mouth, his hands exploring the curves of my body, tracing delicate lines down my spine with a reverence I don’t feel I deserve.
He makes me feel precious, cherished.
I break away, my breathing jagged, coming in ragged gasps. “I want you, Flint. All of you. Every inch of you.”
His eyes darken with a hunger that might just match my own, and he sweeps me into his arms, carrying me into the soft moss at the edge of the clearing.
He lays me down gently, his body covering mine as he captures my lips once more, tongues meeting in an intimate dance that leaves us both craving more.
A teasing and a promise of what’s to come.
My hands move to the edge of his shirt, fingers deftly undoing the knots to reveal his chiseled chest. I trace the lines of his tattoos, the hard planes of his muscles.
He shudders and I suppress a smile, knowing I have the power to make this hard, formidable male tremble with nothing more than a touch.
I press my lips to his skin, my tongue flicking out to taste him, teeth nipping gently, marking him as mine.
Mine.
He growls low in his throat, a primal sound that sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.
His hands find the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head and away.
I arch against him, my breasts pressing against the unforgiving wall of his chest, the softness of me, a stark contrast to the hardness of his body.
My nipples are peaked, aching. His mouth finds my neck, his teeth grazing sensitive flesh as he trails kisses down to my collarbone, his hands finally cupping my breasts.
His thumbs make lazy circles around my nipples, furthering the desire I feel pooling in me.
As my head falls back, I moan allowing the waves of pleasure to cloud my mind.
Her head falls back, her hips bucking against me, urging me on.
She reaches between us, her fingers finding the waist of my jeans and pushing them down, hands roaming over my ass, squeezing and kneading.
I kick the fucking things off, my body pressing against hers, the evidence of my desire hard and insistent against her thigh. A promise of the pleasure to come.
I capture one of her breasts in my hand, my thumb softly circling her nipple, my mouth capturing the other aching peak. My tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, and she writhes beneath me. Her hands explore my back, nails digging into my flesh, urging me lower. Her body arches with need.
I comply, my mouth trailing a path down her stomach. I dip my tongue into her navel, my fingers spreading her folds, revealing that she is glistening. For me.
I settle between her thighs, my breath hot against her most intimate place, and my eyes lock with hers. There is a plea, a silent question looking back at me.
“Flint,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire, her hips lifting like the invitation it is. “Please… I need you. I need your mouth on me.”
I can feel the hunger wrack my body. I lean down, my tongue flicking out to taste her – a slow, sensual lick that makes her cry out, her body arching off the ground.
I explore her with all of my reverence, my desire.
My tongue circles her clit, my fingers teasing her entrance, dipping inside to gather her wetness before spreading it up to her clit.
I can feel the small shudders wracking her body as my touch sends her towards the edge.
Her hips buck against my mouth, her hands fisting in my hair as she holds me close, her body trembling with need. “Yes, Flint. Just like that. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
My tongue delves deeper, my fingers sliding inside her, curling to hit that spot that makes her lose her mind. My mouth sucks on her clit in a rhythm that has her crying out my name, her body tensing as her orgasm crashes over her, leaving her a trembling mess beneath me.
And in that moment I am both completely content and absolutely feral.
I feel like I come back to my body, absolutely wrecked from the man lying between my spread thighs with a wicked gleam in his eye and a devilish smile cocking his lips. Without looking away, he plants a soft, almost chaste kiss on the inside of my thigh.
I reach for him, my hand wrapping around the length of him, feeling the velvet steel of his erection.
My thumb circles his head, spreading the precum that’s beaded at the tip.
I give him a naughty smile of my own. “I want to taste you,” I whisper.
“I want to feel you in my mouth.” I can feel him vibrating with anticipation.
His breath hitches and he rolls onto his back, pulling me with him.
His hands tangle in my hair as I straddle his legs.
I lean down, tongue flicking out to taste him in a slow, sensual lick that makes him groan, his hips lifting to meet my mouth.
I take him deeper, my mouth and hand working in tandem, my tongue tracing the veins of his cock.
My eyes never leave his, a silent promise.
He groans, his fists tightening in my hair, guiding me as I suck and lick, my own desire building again with each moan that escapes his lips. My body aches with a need that matches his own.
“Casie, you feel so good. Your mouth is heaven.”
I take him deeper, my throat relaxing to take him in, my nose brushing his skin. My hands roam over his ass, nails digging into the supple flesh there, marking him as mine. Again and again. His body tenses, his hips pistoning into my mouth, breath becoming more and more ragged.
“Casie, I’m close. You’re driving me wild. I can’t hold back much longer.”
I hum my approval, and try to send a message with my eyes. Not yet, love. I want to feel you inside me when you come. I want to feel you fill me up.
He growls, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. His hands guiding my head as I continue to suck and lick, my tongue swirling around the head. Fingers teasing his balls, my hands guiding him towards the peak.
“Casie. I cant… I can’t hold back. You’re too good at this.” Gasp. “Too perfect.”
I release him with a pop, my body sliding up his, my wetness coating his length as I position myself above him. My eyes lock with his. “Then don’t. I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel you fill me up.”
His eyes glow in the low light, his hands gripping my hips as I lower myself onto him. Taking him inside me with one smooth stroke, our bodies fitting together perfectly, our connection deepening with each thrust.
“Casie,” he whispers. His voice is hoarse with desire, his body tensing as he bottoms out inside me. “I love you. More than words can express. More than life itself.”
“I love you, Flint,” I breathe, my hips beginning to move, a slow, sensual rhythm that has both of us moaning with pleasure. “With every fiber of my being. With every beat of my heart. With every breath I take.”
Our movements become more urgent, bodies slapping together, breaths coming in sync as we chase the peak of our pleasure.
His hand snakes between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling it with a precision that makes my eyes roll back, my body tensing as my second orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure washing me over, leaving me a quivering, gasping mess.
“Flint! Oh, fuck, Flint, I’m coming. I can feel you inside me. I can feel you.”
His own release follows, his body tensing as he spills himself into me, our connection deepening with each thrust. A physical manifestation of love, a promise of forever and always.
He cries out my name, bringing an unexplainable satisfaction.
His body shakes with the force of his own orgasm, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me close. Never letting me go.
We lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, our bodies slick with sweat. Hearts pounding in sync. I trace lazy patterns on his chest, my mind drifting, my body sated and my soul interlaced with his.
“Does it ever worry you? The depth of what we share? Or seem to. The intensity of… our love?”
I can’t meet his eyes.
I don’t dare to even breathe as her question washes over me.
To buy time, I press a kiss to the top of her head.
A promise of forever, if I have anything to say about it.
“Who cares? We have each other, and that’s all that matters.
Our love is a force unto itself, a magick that transcends all else.
A bond that will last a lifetime and beyond.
A connection that nothing and no one can break. ”
She smiles, snuggling closer. Her heart is full, I can feel it.
I hope her soul is at rest. Her love for me feels like a beacon that would guide her through…
all of this. “You’re right. As long as we’re together, nothing else matters.
We are each other’s everything. Our beginning and our end.
Our past, present and our future. Our love is our magick, our strength, our sanctuary. ”
We continue to lay there, as the afterglow of our love fades. The forest around us seems to hold its breath, as if respecting the sacredness of our moment - the trees standing witness to our profound connection, our love story etched into the very fabric of the earth beneath us.
Eventually, my stomach grumbles loud enough to remind us both of the world beyond. “We should eat. For the challenges that… lie in wait.”
She laughs, a sultry sound that sends shivers down my spine, a reminder of the pleasures had, and a promise of those yet to come.