Chapter 33 #2
His tall form loomed feet from me, framed by the bordering columns and illuminated by the now soft violet and blue light from the surrounding crystals at the top of the stairs.
His dark, wet hair dripped over the snaking tattoos at his broad shoulders, leaving trails of water running down his chest, altering their courses as they ran into the four long scars on his pectorals.
Lean muscles roped over his body, the hard, thick length between his legs standing at full attention.
He was perfection. A demigod.
My god.
I tried to swallow as I slid my gaze back to his face.
Kellan’s dark eyes roved over me as I bared myself to him, my legs wide, and my hands propping me up from behind.
I followed his gaze to my abdomen, to the long lines of swirling shadows, gilded by a glittering, golden hue.
My powers moved slowly beneath my skin, covering my entire body.
He traced them from my chest to my arms, to my neck, where they stopped inches before my jaw. At some point last year, the markings of my manifested powers never left… And no one had ever seen me like this.
Creature… The phantom whisper of Bayne’s voice cut through my mind, and the heat at my core began to cool.
Kellan snapped his dark gaze to mine, and a muscle in his jaw feathered. He took a slow step forward before dropping to a knee.
“Look at you,” he whispered, scanning the length of me. “A goddess. Dark and fucking beautiful.”
I bent forward and slid my hands through his wet hair as I brought his face to mine. His tongue made two quick sweeps through my mouth before he pulled away and pressed my thighs further apart. I gasped as his lips met the space between my legs, and my hands hit the altar behind me.
Kellan’s fingers pressed against my folds, splitting me as his tongue slipped around my clit. My hand slid through his hair, my fingers twisting around the dark locks as he made swift circles with his tongue before plunging it into me.
A moan climbed its way up my throat as pressure built. Fuck, I won’t last. I need to last… I need to feel him… I need him…
I pulled his head away from the center of my legs, and he looked up beneath heavy lids, as if drunk off the taste of me. A smirk played at his lips.
“Get up here.”
Kellan’s eyes darkened as he slowly got to his feet. I slid my fingers up the mounded muscles of his abdomen as he stood between my legs. He angled his head down, his lips searching for mine, but I leaned forward and slid my tongue over the branded Marisarma M as I wrapped my hand around his cock.
A groan escaped his lips as I moved my other hand to his perfect, round ass while the other pumped him slowly.
My tongue slid from the gruesome brand to each of the terrible scars left by the Marisarma Lords that marred his perfect chest. I left a line of kisses down each one, wishing I could take the pain and fear of that day away.
Kellan’s hand softly gripped the hair at the back of my head, and he gently pulled me back. I placed a hand on his chest as my lips met his. His breath shot through his nose in quick, desperate huffs.
I pressed against his chest in silent command, moving him to the wide altar where I lay on top of him. My lips reluctantly left his as I sat up, his wide, smooth head nudging against my soaked entrance.
My hands interlaced with his, my breasts tickling his chest as he plunged himself into me. I moaned as his girth stretched me in a desperate, burning pleasure, leaning forward to accommodate the long, perfect length of him.
Kellan moved within me, slow and deliciously smooth. His hands gripped my hips, keeping rhythm with me as I sat up and arched backward. His eyes shuddered as they roved over my chest, and my breasts bounced as he hammered me harder from below.
I reached back, his balls barely fitting in my hand, and he let out a moan as his cock tightened. Two colliding sensations swarmed in my core as he grew harder inside me. His hips lifted off the altar, thrusting me higher, and a desperate breath left my lips as he hit my inner wall.
I threw my head back as pleasure exploded in my core, a galaxy of stars sparking to life as he worshipped me.
Goddess.
I was a goddess with him.
He was my god, and the altar was our throne.
Kellan’s arm wrapped around my waist, sliding his hand to my ass as I slumped forward. He pulled me against him as he hammered into me.
“Come for me,” I breathed into his neck as I fell onto his chest.
Kellan’s moan ripped from his lips as he slammed against me and stilled, his body shuddering for several long seconds as he poured himself into me.
The hands at my hips loosened their grip, and his body relaxed beneath mine. His lips found my neck, and he kissed the little drips of sweat as they slid down. Our bodies slowly rose and fell as we caught our breath. His arms wrapped around my back as he buried his face in my hair.
“I love you,” I whispered into his neck, unable to do or say anything else.
“I love you, Bonscaíh,” he breathed. “I will never stop worshipping you.”