56. Chapter Fifty-Six #2
I scan her face, admiring her beauty. The sheer power and passion, packaged in a mini powerhouse. Stronger than most men combined. Fierce in everything she does; she’s even fierce when soft, as if softness itself is an act of rebellion.
When we met, I was a shell. I’m convinced if you split me in half, you’ll find a hollow spot where she’s meant to exist; where she’s nestled tightly inside forever.
I bring her hands to my chest, then cup her face with mine. “Kyrielle, I am also deeply and completely in love with you.” Bringing my palms to her cheeks, I stroke my thumbs against her skin. “I would be honored, Firefly.”
“I can’t believe you did that,” she whispers, watching me like I personally hung the moons with a hammer and nails. “That’s going to change so many lives.”
“It’s for you, baby girl. If you hadn’t dragged my sour tail to the shelter, this wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t have known there was a problem to solve.” Bringing our heads together, I whisper, “You are changing so many lives.”
Kyrielle wraps arms around my neck and applies a brutal kiss that immediately calls to my Fyre. It roars into existence, raising my body temperature to a sweltering heat. Her face glows from it.
“I fucking need you,” she snarls. Blood’s already pumping straight to my groin, ready for whatever she has in mind. My hands graze down her body, rubbing thumbs over her nipples before settling on her hips.
I’m in shock as her energy turns feral; aggressive. She reaches between us and poises my cock at her soaked entrance. With the most intense eye contact I’ve ever experienced, Kyrielle lowers herself inch by slow, agonizing inch.
My low moan draws out as the pleasure electrifies every nerve ending. She feels spectacular. Like we’re made for each other.
Kyrielle shifts her hips slowly at first, leaning a hand on the wall with the other on my face. My hands help urge her to move faster. She’s panting as tears shimmer in those flame-filled eyes.
Wiping one away with a thumb, I whisper, “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”
She lets out a mix of a moan and a sob. “I’m just so happy.”
“I completely understand.” I chuckle. There’s no way one body can contain the amount of happiness I’m experiencing right now. Like my skin might explode from the pressure of it all. “I’m so happy, too.”
She kisses me, riding me harder. If she doesn’t slow down, I’m going to cum in less than a minute. Not ideal. Groaning at the coiling burn at the base of my spine, I rasp out, “Baby, you have to slow down.”
Kyrielle ignores me, ravaging me with a passion I’m grateful to experience. The feeling is building and I don’t want to cum yet. “Firefly, slow down ple—”
“Give it to me,” she whimpers, surprising me so much that the orgasm collides into me like a sledgehammer. My body is desperate to obey; to please. Kyrielle doesn’t stop when I’m done cumming, riding me at the same intensity.
Redirecting my blood flow, I increase the thickness of my cock.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her breasts bounce.
With a shift of my hands, I silently command her to tilt her hips.
Kyrielle’s head falls forward to rest against mine as she watches me move her body over mine.
Making sure it hits her clit just right.
“Are you my little fuck puppet, baby?” I grit out, ready to cum again.
“Y-yes,” she gasps. “Use me as your fuck puppet.”
The idea of her being made for me, to ride my cock until I’m done, has me letting out a long, deep growl. She moans louder, her skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, a blush blooming from her chest. I lick from her chest to her chin, then capture her mouth with mine.
“Are you going to be good and cum for me?” I mutter, fixated on the way her breasts bounce. Capturing one in my mouth, I suck hard, then bite.
She releases a whimper. “Y-yes.”
“Prove it, Firefly.”
We’re both sweating from the heat of our bodies, and the sound is indecent. Her body tightens, and her breathing slows as she holds it. Her wings flare, illuminating to a stunning shade of orange.
“That’s it, cum for me, little fuck puppet,” I purr. “Make me happy.”
Kyrielle’s back arches as she lets out a salacious moan, cumming all over my cock. I moan with her, lost in the joy of it all.
Her body slows, and our breaths are jagged. My heart feels bruised from slamming into my sternum. This is the most alive I’ve ever felt in my life.
“So …” I consider my next words. “Does this mean you like the transportation program?”
She nuzzles my neck, her warm breath skittering across my chest. “I love it, Trinte. Thank you for that.”
Pressing a hand on her head and between her delicate shoulder blades to hug her closer, I say, “It’s the right thing to do.”
It takes a couple of minutes until we separate, turning to lie next to one another.
I’m on my side, playing with her hair, as we stare at one another.
I smile when her eyes flutter shut with sleep.
She’s so beautiful; so perfect. The fact that we found one another is a miracle.
And to reach this point? Where we’re happy and satisfied?
Nothing lasts forever.
Especially since I already made a choice sealing the potential for destruction.
We haven’t spoken about it, the Cairanin. I’ve assured her that I’ll be fine. But as I lay here, a sense of doom settles over me. Because my life has never been fine until now. And if there’s one thing life has taught me, it’s that the other wing is always waiting to drop.