67 #2
His longing eyes dropped to my sex, which started to throb more intensely at the thought that he was about to kneel and lick me, just as he had done in my dream.
A small smile appeared on his lips as he first removed one of my shoes, then the other. With bated breath, I watched him take off his boots and eventually his trousers.
Several times, in Master Roxior’s house’s thermal bath, I had caught myself casting a sidelong glance at him. Nonetheless, now it felt as if I were seeing him for the first time.
And the aura of power he radiated was so intense that I felt nearly suffocated.
I felt destroyed.
As soon as he climbed onto the bed, I instinctively moved back toward the pillows at the headboard.
With the lethal, elegant movements of a jaguar, Amlach crawled over me.
He lowered himself until his abdomen aligned with mine, and I gasped as he slowly rubbed his erection against my vulva, already glistening with arousal fluid.
I entwined my fingers behind his neck and tried to bring him closer to my mouth again, but suddenly he pulled my hair so forcefully that I let out a hoarse cry and scratched his neck on one side.
This only turned him on even more. “I’m going to hurt you,” he warned me with a slight grin.
I raised my hips to feel him rubbing against me harder, nodding as little as his grip allowed. Amlach suddenly tightened his hold, making me hiss between my teeth from the suffering.
“Say it,” he ordered, squeezing my buttock with his free hand so forcefully I groaned from a mix of pain and pleasure. “Say you want me to hurt you.”
Feeling his cock press harder and harder against my sex, spreading its viscous lips as it ran up and down, sent me into raptures. “Hurt me,” I panted.
Amlach smiled victoriously.
He kissed me again as if his own life depended on it, slipping his hand between us to align the swollen tip of his erection with my opening.
Then, with a single, violent thrust, he was inside me.
I let out a sharp cry, digging my nails into his shoulders and hoping the feeling of just being stabbed would quickly subside.
But Amlach didn’t give me time to recover.
He drove into me with such intense force that the wet sound of our bodies meeting mixed with my screams. I attempted to concentrate on his breathing in my ear, on his hairy chest rubbing against my breasts. But I couldn’t.
He was possessing me too impetuously.
Almost angrily.
And it was too much for me.
Noticing I had closed my eyelids to stomach the pain, I then forced them open, gasping Amlach’s name to plead for him to slow down and allow me time to adapt to his presence inside me. However, when I looked up, I saw not only the starry sky shining through the glass roof.
I thought I saw tongues of black fire dancing above us.
I had the impression they were slithering across the mattress and crawling beneath me, licking me with such cruelty that I shuddered.
That the warrior in me woke up.
So, I dug my heels into the mattress, ready to take Amlach off me and protect him from whatever evil forces had appeared in my room.
But he quickly seized my throat, squeezing tightly enough to demand my full attention. “Look at me, Nauriel.”
I . . . I couldn’t. There was . . . there was something here with us.
“Look at me,” Amlach commanded, his gaze burning with a wild, relentless hunger. “ Always.”
Hypnotized by the tone of his voice and his domineering expression, I breathed in sync with Amlach as he slid a hand under my knee, bending it toward my chest so that I opened more for him.
Then he pushed himself back into me with even greater force.
But this time I felt no pain, only an unspeakable wave of pleasure.
For Amlach was all I felt.
Suddenly, I understood that I was made for him, to welcome him all the way inside me, with all his mistakes and his faults and his imperfections.
I held onto his hair, moaning shamelessly as his balls struck the bottom of my buttocks with each thrust. Amlach rolled onto his side and touched my arm, bit my biceps, smelled my scent, and kissed my armpit.
I swayed against him, following his rhythm with a sense of despair.
My body fit seamlessly against his, as if it were designed and finished solely for that one purpose.
I felt so complete.
But I couldn’t get enough.
So, I pulled his hair, just as he liked to do with mine, and panting in his mouth, I ordered, “More.”
The smile he gave me was brighter than the moon.
He kissed me as if he were offering his soul, holding me close as he leaned back against the pillows. My hair closed around us like a tent, plunging us into a semi-darkness that made Amlach growl with pleasure on my lips.
And when I began to trace a trail with my lips, tongue, and teeth on his chest and around his nipples, the sounds he made turned me on so much that the wet noise my vagina made every time he pushed himself forcefully inside me grew increasingly louder.
His thrusts became so firm and swift that I muffled my moans against his chest as I instinctively grasped his throat with one hand and dug the nails of the other into his nipple.
Amlach sat up and ran his fingers through my hair, kissing me as if he wanted to tear me to pieces.
I responded with equal intensity, riding him harder.
I rubbed my cheek against his beard while he squeezed me into a hug, then I uncovered his ear and licked it to the tip.
Amlach groaned in the hollow between my shoulder and neck and pressed his fingers into my shoulders with such force that it seemed he wanted to rip me open.
Feeling disarmed by the strength of his body, I arched my back to let him lick me down to my breasts. He first sucked and bit one nipple, then the other, so hard it caused me pangs of pain that intensified my pleasure.
“Amlach,” I panted, sensing I was close to climax.
He grasped my throat, but rather than pulling me up, he kept me in place with my back arched. He then wrapped his other arm around my waist, his fingers digging just below my ribs with such force that it caused pain.
“ Come to me, Nauriel,” he commanded in a growl so deep and feral and lethal and violent it consumed me.
It chained me to him for eternity.
He possessed me with such force that he drove me into an ecstasy that made me scream with all the breath I had in my lungs, my body shaking with spasms. Amlach came soon after, trembling as he poured his warm seed into me with his last, slow, resolute thrusts.
Slowly, he let me go, allowing me to straighten my back.
Staying on his lap, with my vagina still pulsing around him, I gently brushed his hair from his face.
I gazed at him for a long time, captivated by his rugged look and the droplets of sweat that, in the moonlight, resembled diamond shards on his skin.
“I’ve waited for you for so long,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion as tears welled up in my eyes at the thought that I would never be alone again.
Amlach stared at me so intensely that I felt like I was sinking.
Into him. Into us.
Us, us, us.
“I’m here now,” he said, stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers.
I smiled wholeheartedly, kissing him passionately as I pushed him back against the pillows. Laughing, we started again.
Finally, I had discovered what love was.
Finally, I would be loved.