Chapter Twenty
Twenty
Need
Aoife’s breath caught as Shadach held her gaze, their lips centimetres apart, the depth of his shadow and ice eyes laying naked his desire. His eyes flicked to Aoife’s neck then to her breasts hiding beneath her thin dress. Aoife’s heart flittered, the blood rushing to her head.
“Are you certain?” Shadach’s voice was rough and earthy. Strained. As if he was trying to force logical words through his lust-soaked throat. Because it wasn’t sex he was asking about.
“I don’t come without history,” he said. “A lot of it.”
“You think I don’t?” Aoife said, her breath heavy. Her lips were so ready to be kissed.
“Your history is in another dimension.” He inched closer to her, his lips near enough to taste. “And even if it weren’t, it wouldn’t be trying to kill us. Mine is.”
“Is that meant to scare me?” she said.
“It’s meant to be honest.”
“Then, honestly,” her lips grazed his, “I want you.” I might even need you.
She kissed him, her greedy mouth drinking him up like the life-saving tonic he was. His hand went to her hair, his other hand pulling her closer than close. With her body pressed into his hard, strong form, Aoife felt herself melting into him. Into the future they could have.
Into the person she could be.
His tattoo-soaked hands lavished her hair with sweet caresses as his tongue explored her mouth like he’d never tasted her before.
Aoife moaned into him, feeling the power of him beneath her fingers as she groped at his chest, trying desperately to rip off that shirt.
Finally finding the bottom hem, she pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his powerful body awash in the artistic beauty that had brought them so close.
She kissed his chest, appreciating anew every stroke of colour, every shade of ink.
He may not have been born with all these patterns and stories on his skin, but they were as much a part of him as she wanted to be.
With a tug, Shadach brought her face back to his, lavishing her cheeks, her nose, her lips with kisses.
Moving down her neck, Shadach pulled aside the neck of her dress, gracing her shoulder with long, luxurious kisses.
Aoife’s head fell back, closing her eyes, the feel of him all over her making her feel she was maybe, finally, beginning to understand how this was worship.
It certainly felt transcendent.
Shadach cupped the back of her head with one hand then pressed her gently back with the other.
A faint part of Aoife registered that the bed was rough and itchy, but the rest of her didn’t care.
There was too much else to think about. Like the pure decadence in Shadach’s eyes as his gaze worked its way across her still-clothed body.
With a devilish smile, he lifted the bottom of her dress up to her calves. Then to her knees. Then to her thighs.
Aoife’s breath stuttered as the dress hovered at the edge of her pussy, Shadach’s dark and ravenous gaze tracing from her eyes to her breasts to between her legs.
“You have no idea,” he said, “how much I’ve been craving the taste of you.”
Heat bloomed between Aoife’s thighs as Shadach lifted the dress and revealed her.
The scant piece of cloth she’d been using for underwear was no match for Shadach’s deft hands.
The cool air hit her pussy like a rush of passion, teasing and tantalising her clit and making it swell.
Shadach bent between Aoife’s legs until all she could see was his dark, raven hair. And then—
Aoife bucked, the sudden heat of Shadach’s tongue on her clit making her gasp.
He sucked her, swirling circles around her with his tongue, filling her with more and more lust as her clit swelled.
Aoife panted, feeling at once terribly filled and horribly empty.
Her clit was so hot, so heavy she felt ready to burst, and yet her pussy was desperately missing something.
Something she’d been missing for quite some time.
Shadach sucked her harder and she groaned, opening her legs wider to give him more access to every part of her. He shifted the rhythm of his tongue strokes, her body kicking into overdrive and setting her towards orgasm.
“Wait,” Aoife choked out, her body getting tense. “Not yet.”
Shadach slowed the rhythm of his tongue, cooling the heat in her ever so slightly.
“I need something,” Aoife said.
Shadach lifted his head, his lips wet from the taste of her. Kissing his way up her body, the hem of her dress still sitting at her waist, he slipped his hand beneath her chin, looking into her eyes.
“Anything you need,” he said. His voice was so thick and raw Aoife nearly came right then.
But she didn’t want to come like that. Not this time.
Everything inside her was changing. Even as their world lay in ruins, Aoife’s inner-world had never been better.
More beautiful. She didn’t want this to be like before.
She needed it to be as beautiful as he made her feel.
“You,” she said, holding his gaze, pulling him close, “I need you.”
Shadach groaned, kissing her full-on. Despite all their dalliances and all their worship, she’d never had him. All of him.
She could think of nothing more perfect.
Slipping Aoife’s dress over her head, Shadach lavished her breasts with kisses while her hands pulled at his trousers.
They gave way without much struggle, his hard, full cock breaking free as she slipped the clothing down his legs.
Aoife had seen Shadach before, of course, but he had never been more beautiful than now.
It made Aoife feel like maybe there was a God of Lust after all.
Shadach was on his knees, straddling her, his body on display for her viewing pleasure: his chiselled eight-pack and powerful biceps, the art caressing his body the way her tongue had a moment ago.
His hips with those two, terribly sexy lines at the crease of his thighs pointing to his long, thick cock. He was a fighter. A lover. An emperor.
He was hers.
“Take me,” she said. Nearly begged.
He lowered himself, a devilish smirk on his face and in his voice. “Anything you need.”
Shadach pressed the tip of his cock to Aoife and she moaned from the ecstasy, the mere grazing of his touch sending bolts of pleasure through her.
Aoife felt herself stretch as he entered her, her fingers digging into the straw of the bed as she widened.
He slid himself into her slowly, smoothly, letting her feel every inch of him.
With his elbows on either side of her, he held her gaze, his eyes filled with a lust far deeper than physical obsession.
He was perfect inside her.
Big enough to make her feel deliciously full and yet not enough to hurt. Aoife gasped as the last of him entered her, her body shivering at the fullness, at the shocks of lust rocketing through her.
He wasn’t even moving yet.
She looked up at him, body shivering, hands gripping his strength.
“I’ve been looking for you so long,” Shadach whispered, his voice thick with passion, “I didn’t think I’d ever find you.”
“Pretty sure I found you,” Aoife said through her body’s lustful shakes.
He smiled, his shadow and ice eyes filled with a need so deep it made Aoife clench around him. He groaned, moving out of her slightly and then pushing back in. Aoife broke their gaze, her head falling back as she gasped for air. How could anything feel this right?
Moving her hands to Shadach’s back, Aoife dug in her fingers, encouraging him to take her.
Any way. Every way. She just wanted him.
All of him. He pulled her close into a lavish kiss, his hips undulated between her legs, his cock delving deep, setting her on fire, and then pulling back and making her beg for more.
Aoife could feel her orgasm building like flood waters rushing into a weakened dam.
She raked her hands through his hair. He peppered her neck with kisses.
The air was coming quick now, jerking into her lungs as the heat and tension inside her pulled, pulled, pulled her passion, her desire, her hope into her body tighter.
Tighter. Tighter. He adjusted his hips, brushing her clit with the base of his cock as he thrust inside her.
She exploded, her hands digging into his back, her vision blurring as orgasm rocketed through her.
Aoife collapsed deep into the makeshift bed, gasping for air. But he was still full inside her.
“You’re exquisite when you come,” Shadach whispered in her ear. Her body tensed again, ready for more. He thrust deep into her, bringing her back to the brink. She came again. And again.
When, finally, they were both sated, unable to speak from their spent passion, Shadach pulled her close, covering her face with kisses before sleep swept him into dreams. As Aoife lay awake in his arms, held so perfectly close to his body, she thought …
maybe. Maybe Shadach could be her future.
Maybe Mum had been wrong, at least about some things.
Maybe not everything Aoife desired was wrong.
Maybe there was room for beauty after all.