Chapter 12
The indulgence of Neyu’s lips left his swollen in the most delicious way imaginable.
A soreness he wouldn’t trade for anything.
Her tongue brushed against his, granting him taste after taste of his beloved.
If the tree weren’t at her back, propping them up, his knees would have given out from the sensory overload.
His body demanded more. By the way she undulated her hips into his, so did hers.
Saer’s hands slid around Neyu’s where they curled under his jawline. Before he could regret the decision, he pulled them away from his skin with a gentle tug.
Neyu parted their kiss with a whining protest.
“I know.” His voice had dipped deeper, just above a wanton growl. Pressing one more agonizing kiss against her mouth, he leaned back, allowing a sliver of air between their bodies.
Neyu pulled against his hold to close the distance, but Saer held fast, leaning in to brush his nose against hers, whispering, “Let me undress you.”
Her breath caught, her eyes fluttering shut. Neyu licked her lips, and she gave a stilted nod.
He wanted nothing more than to rip the blanket off her.
Instead, he squeezed her hands and used them to guide his demoness.
Neyu opened her eyes to give him one more ravenous glimpse of her cerulean gaze before acquiescing, and she spun to press her palms into the wide, smooth trunk they’d leaned against moments before.
Saer’s fingertips trailed down her wrists and arms while his eyes drank in the smooth skin of her shoulders and upper back.
His tongue yearned to explore, to see if all her flesh tasted as good as her lips.
When Saer’s fingers grazed her shoulder blades and dipped under the edge of the blanket he’d placed around her—when was that? It must have been hours ago—he paused at the corner he tucked in so deliberately.
Another whining groan left Neyu, and she arched her body, rolling her backside into him. The motion drew a breathless moan from Saer, and his hands snapped down to her hips as he curled his chin over her shoulder.
His arms quivered as he fought the sudden dizziness swimming in his mind, his voice shaking just as much as the rest of him. “Frenzied Hellsfire.”
“Touch me,” she whispered. And her voice didn’t tremble in the least.
He was created First. He held the ability to unmake her.
There was no question in his mind who held all the power in this exchange. He’d worship her, bend to her every whim, do anything she asked or commanded.
“Yes, Dearest,” he whispered against her shoulder then placed another kiss, letting his tongue dart out to graze her perfect skin. Somehow her flesh carried traces of salt, smoke, and an untamable sweetness.
Hellsfire, she tasted like paradise.
Saer’s palms rubbed up her hips, her sides. When they reached the top of the blanket, he forced his movements to slow as he untucked the corner, then allowed the makeshift garment to drop at her feet.
He gifted himself a moment to lean back and indulge his eyes with her curves, her hips, her backside still arched against him where his wrapped blanket provided the only barrier separating their flesh. The hardness between his legs pressed against her frame, aching.
On their own volition, his fingertips trailed down her ribs, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.
At last, Neyu’s breaths began to shake. The anticipation might eat him alive.
One of his hands curved around her luscious hip while his opposite palm curved under her backside, then dipped between her toned legs.
When his fingers grazed her core, slick and warm, Neyu’s head jerked back with a sharp inhale. “Saer.”
He growled at the first touch of her, his throat fighting against forming words, but he still managed to murmur, “Yes?”
“More.” Neyu shifted her hips enough for Saer’s fingers to glide between her silken folds. He clutched her hip with his opposite hand, hard enough that he knew he’d bruise her, and the thought had him suddenly loosening his hold.
The intensity of the change coaxed another moan from Neyu, and she turned her head to brush her lips against his cheek. “Be gentle. Be rough. Be everything. I need all of you, Dearest...don’t hold back.”
How did she manage to form whole sentences?
The thought was fleeting before his overwhelmed mind caught up to her words. He wouldn’t deny her. He’d give her anything she asked for.
Reinforcing his hold on her hip, Saer kissed the top of her shoulder and renewed his exploration with his opposite hand.
Her slickness coated his fingers, allowing them to glide back and forth.
Every time he grazed that small bud at the apex of her thighs, Neyu shuddered against him, groaning and rolling her hips into his hand.
The instant he noticed the pattern, he stayed there, gliding and rubbing as he whispered against her flesh, “Here?”
“Yes.” Neyu sounded just as breathless. “Please.”
Wrapping his other arm around her waist, he focused his efforts, squeezing Neyu against him while he honed in on her body language. She whimpered and tensed as he curled and extended his fingers, sliding back and forth.
He made it his mission to coax more salacious sounds from her throat.
When her hips moved with increasing intensity, he pressed firmer, moved faster. She whined, and he felt more than saw her nod as he scraped his teeth on the flesh between her neck and shoulder.
Neyu’s breaths came sharper, quicker.
Her legs quaked.
The sense that she built towards something had Saer holding his breath as he focused on that bundle of nerves, fingertips slick and stroking as his corded forearm strained.
All at once, some crashing finality washed over her, and Neyu’s head threw back against his shoulder as she cried out. Saer buried his face in her neck while she rode his hand, holding her up with his arm when her legs suddenly refused to support her.
He’d hold her forever if he needed to.
He lost himself in her abandoned pleasure, matching her movement for movement.
His palm pressed against Neyu’s slickness and gave her all the friction her body demanded until a strangled cry left her.
The tenseness in Neyu’s body evaporated, leaving her limp against the tree, his other arm supporting most of her weight.
Saer didn’t waste time, pressing loving kisses against her throat. She twitched under his touch, and he pressed his full palm between her legs, rewarded with her shuddering sigh.
Most of the stories he’d overheard from men in his time on the surface focused on their own pleasure—not what could be given to their women.
After evoking such a response in Neyu, how could one not become addicted to it?
Already, he wanted to lay her down and start again, explore her further, lose himself in her, taste her…
As though she read his thoughts, Neyu adjusted her footing and turned around, forcing Saer to unfurl his arms. She spun until her back pressed once more to the tree and gazed at him with a kind of dazed wonderment in her eyes.
Saer pressed his forehead to hers, his body aching but his pride satiated after showing her what no one else had.
Neyu tilted her head and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth before uttering two words that threatened to break him.
“Your turn.”
Her hand, unbeknownst to him, snuck down to his blanket edge. In one smooth movement, she pulled it undone.
The hardness between his legs strained, ready for her, and Neyu gave him no reprieve before wrapping her fingers around its length. Saer’s eyes shut and he bit back a groan as exquisite lightning shot through his anatomy.
She squeezed him before releasing. “Lie down.”
Thank the Hells, because his legs were about to force it on him.
The blankets served their purpose well enough, and he lowered to his back while she followed, straddling his stomach.
Saer’s heart hammered in his chest as he beheld her, the way the shadows of the tree painted her body between slivers of glorious sunlight.
Neyu bent over him, lips finding his once more, her breasts crushing against his chest.
It couldn’t get any better than this, could it?
Then she reached between their bodies, wrapped her fingers around the most wanton part of him, and guided him to her center. No hesitation as she lifted her hips and impaled herself upon him, her breath leaving in a rush.
Saer’s eyes rolled back into his head, his torso arching as she encased him, sending ricochets of pleasure through him from head to toe.
Neyu didn’t give him the opportunity to recover. She pressed one hand to his chest, her other palm over her own heartbeat, and she began to move.
Slow at first, taking in every sensation, Neyu’s hips rocked back and forth.
She ground down with each thrust, seeking her own pleasure as her hips pressed into his.
When he could focus again, the sensations captivated him as much as the slackness of her beautiful mouth.
The way she groaned above him. Something urgent and desperate entered her gaze as they remained locked with one another.
A steady rise of some intense thing started low in his stomach.
Her motions quickened.
Neyu licked her lips, a question in her gaze.
Saer couldn’t speak, only nod.
And he followed her over the edge of oblivion.
His peak crashed over him, just as she cried out, limbs shaking. Her pupils dilated, threatening to swallow the azure of her irises, but they didn’t break eye contact as she rode him to finality. Didn’t stop until he lay a breathless casualty under her indisputable command.
Then her lips broke into an earth-shattering smile. She bent again to kiss his mouth, and whispered, “You have until you catch your breath. Then I want you on top.”