Chapter 25 #2
Wolfe's expression softened. "Then you haven't been paying attention." His thumb brushed my cheek once more.
A lump rose in my throat. "Wolfe…"
"Ziyka." His voice dropped. "Death couldn't keep me from you. What chance did distance have?
The words wrapped around my heart.
“I crossed realms to find you once,” he continued. “I'd do far worse than that to get back to you.”
I cupped his jaw, gazing lovingly into my mate’s eyes. “Thank you for choosing me.”
“Always, my Lady. Now just be with me.”
“But—”
“No. No more words. No more worries. Be with me.”
The look in his eyes stole what little breath remained in my lungs. Then he stepped forward, and I met him halfway.
The space between us vanished, and in the next breath, his mouth was on mine.
Shivers of pleasure danced through my body, and I allowed myself the freedom to relish the stolen moment.
He pulled back an inch from my lips and gazed down at me. “You’re mine now, Ziyka. When I fuck you, I want to be the only thought in your head.”
He moved back in to claim my mouth all over again, and the sheer possession left me delirious.
I just about noticed the ripple of shadows surrounding us before our clothes fell away from our bodies, leaving us naked.
Through his wild kisses, his hands smoothed up my waist and cupped my breasts, squeezing them and rolling my hard nipples between his thumbs.
“Gods, I need you,” he groaned.
A strangled moan fell from my lips. No words followed. His hands on my body felt so unreal I’d lost the ability to speak.
He lowered his head and sucked my right nipple into his mouth, his tongue grazing across the taut peak. Then all I could feel was him. All I wanted was him. My need for him was so ravenous, it shoved every worry from my mind.
Pleasure streaked up and down my body, flaring in my core the longer he sucked. I arched into his mouth, shuddering from the swirl of his hot tongue around my nipple. He moved to my other breast, and everything inside me fractured.
Then he went down my belly, leaving a trail of fiery kisses on my skin.
My fingers weaved into his hair, holding his mouth against me when he reached the smooth mound of my core and began lapping at my clit with his tongue.
I leaned back against a cloud of… what was that soft tingling behind me?
I glanced around to find golden waves of energy drifting through the air, streaked with white light. It was coming from me. My hands. My shoulders. My head.
Wolfe paused his feasting, noticing, too. “Wow, look at you.”
Panic gripped me for a heartbeat. “I’m gonna get in trouble.”
“No. Not here. Everything we do here is between us.”
He released more shadows, the way he would if we were in Galaythia. Soft tendrils reached for my magic, snaking around it until they danced as one. Just like us. Darkness and light.
It was fascinating to watch, but what threw me more was the raw look that entered my husband’s eyes as his gaze roamed over my naked body.
When he looked at me like that, with those blue eyes freezing me in place, I felt like I was everything. Like I could do anything. And I didn’t need anything more than him.
He smiled wider, his teeth even longer as he dove back between my thighs, licking my pussy.
Grabbing my hips, he pushed my legs wider and wider until there was nothing holding me up but the wall of magic and his mouth.
I squirmed in his grasp just as my orgasm rose, vibrating through me in tandem with the flick of his tongue. That was the only warning I got before I came. Hot pleasure sizzled through my nerves. I braced myself, fingers digging into his shoulders.
Sweet, sweet pleasure flowed through me, and I relished every second of it.
A wicked smirk spread across his face and he rose to his feet, towering over me.
“My turn, mage.” He caught my throat and pulled me close, his sharp jaw tight as his hand flexed around his length. “I want that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock.”
My gaze landed on his thick, very hard cock that was so hard it had changed color.
The sight was enough to make me orgasm again.
Mindlessly, I fell to my knees, ready and eager to obey.
Wolfe dug his fingers into the back of my hair and directed his cock to my parted lips. “Open for me, Ziyka.”
I opened my mouth, and he slid his cock inside. I welcomed him in, licking around his crown and the pearly bead of precum that had gathered there.
He groaned, the sound urging me to take him deeper.
I loved when I gave him pleasure. I wore it like an emblem of honor. Little old me, the half-human, half-mage girl who had only ever been with him.
I inched up on my knees, hollowing my cheeks so I could suck him harder. He began deep-throating me, pumping so hard, tears welled in my eyes and I could barely see.
Then he just stopped without warning and pulled out of me. “I want to be inside you. On the bed now.”
In one swift move, he scooped me up, then my back hit the silky sheets of the bed.
He parted my legs and pressed his cock against my entrance, grinning menacingly as he eased the head inside me.
My breath went short and I moaned. He pressed deeper, slowly filling me up.
Then he started moving inside me, thrusting in long, hard, untamed strokes, and my whole body tightened with arousal. Pleasure exploded behind my eyes and rippled through me like a crack of lightning.
Every thrust of his cock had me reeling, and I cried out, unable to keep quiet in the wake of the wild pleasure tearing through me.
I was utterly lost in the sensation, then I came again, cresting the waves of another orgasm.
I lost time then, slipping out of focus and reality.
I only came back when he tightened his grip on me and hammered into me, unleashing his own climax.
The heat of his release warmed my body. I savored that, too, and the way our breaths mingled as we both came down from the high.
But I wished we could stay there forever.