68. Chapter Sixty-Eight #2
I shove him back down. “I’ll be the judge of that, thank you.”
Pressing his length against his belly, I begin rubbing my wetness along the soft length. Both of us let out vulgar moans. Tilting my hips, I rub my clit slowly at first, picking up the speed to gain the friction I need.
“Kyrielle,” he says with a warning tone, digging fingers into my hips. “If you do that, I’m going to cum all over my stomach.”
“Poor you,” I purr, moving faster. He spanks my ass again, heightening my pleasure. Rocks still dig into my knees through the clothes, but I don’t care. He feels so good that nothing else matters right now.
All around us, the fire crackles, while mist puffs in the air from our mouths. He’s concentrating on the way I’m sliding back and forth, his chest flexing and biceps contracting with each of my hip movements.
My orgasm builds, but it’s not enough. I need him. Leaning forward with a hand on his stomach, I position his cock so I can finally sink onto him.
“Kyrielle.” He says my name with so much worry. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I assure him. Well, he might, but it’s going to hurt so good. Lowering myself inch by inch, I work him inside me. He’s transfixed by the sight with an expression of both fascination and worry. My body resists at first, but it burns in the most delicious way.
I moan and drop my head, finally satisfied.
When I’m fully seated, I roll my hips again.
I close my eyes, absorbed in the sensation of him inside me.
One of his hands comes to a breast, kneading it how he knows I like.
When he plucks my nipple, I gasp as it brings me closer to the orgasm I’m chasing.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mutters, bringing a thumb to my clit. “I love it when you use my body for your pleasure, pretty girl.”
“You’re my fuck puppet today, baby,” I growl. Leaning forward, I grab his face, working my hips over his cock. “You’re going to make me cum so hard, everyone hears it echo in the mountains.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His face brightens with glee. “Firefly, get ready to meet Fortuna.”
Both hands come to my hips, holding them in place. This man ruts into me with punishing slams of his hips. The pleasure is blinding, and I’m instantly sobbing.
Through gritted teeth, he snarls, “Where’s my flaming pussy?”
He slams into me so hard, I see stars. A wave of pleasure so intense explodes through my body, fueling the fire that completely covers me. Every inch of me blazes. It sparkles in his eyes, illuminating the fireburst orb.
“Fuuuck,” he groans out, somehow slamming harder. So hard, I’m not sure who I am or where we are right now. All I know is that my body is his to claim.
The orgasm hits me like a casting iron to the face, dragging me right into the heavens. An unearthly scream rips from between my lips, met with his bellow of pleasure. He slams into me one final time, face twisted in a fierce, possessive expression.
Collapsing onto Trinte’s chest in a sweaty heap, I extinguish my flames. His heart rattles against his heaving chest; I press a kiss against the thrumming beat.
My Dragon wraps arms over my back, hugging me tightly. My cheek warms with one of his soft kisses.
As his fingers caress my spine, I let out a happy sigh. The anxiety of the past weeks has been so distracting, so it’s an indescribable relief for it to be over. Trinte is here, healed and whole. At least on the outside.
I tilt my head to look at him. “Can I ask how you feel now that it’s all said and done?”
“You mean the task of killing my father?” he says dryly. “Is this appropriate post-orgasm conversation, Firefly?”
I flick his nipple, making him jerk. “Tell me how you feel, and we can go for another round.”
He sighs heavily. “You drive a hard bargain.” His fingers thread through my hair, twirling the strands. “I feel …”
Trinte’s quiet for a moment, leaving the sound of his heartbeat and the wind in my ears. I swirl invisible circles on his broad chest, giving him time to sift through his thoughts.
Finally, he says, “I feel nothing.” He pauses, then, “No, that’s not quite true. I feel freer than I ever have. I’m not sad.” His fingers pause in my hair. “Should I feel sad?”
I sit up to look at him properly. Vulnerability etches twin lines between his eyebrows. Cupping his warm cheek, I shake my head. “Your feelings are valid. If you feel only relief, that’s perfectly fine.”
The tension washes away, smoothing his expression. “I’m glad to hear you say that. Maybe I’ll have more clarity once we get out of these mountains.” He glances at the sun. “Everyone will be getting antsy.”
I pout. “We can’t go back, yet.”
His face flickers with confusion. “No? What’s wrong?”
I give him a look that very clearly communicates it should be obvious. “I’ve only cum once.”
Trinte rolls his eyes. “I tried to—”
I slap a hand over his mouth, and his eyes flare in surprise. Swiping it away slowly enough to play with his lips against my thumb, I murmur, “Are you hungry?”
His grin is slow and definitely full of hunger. “Very.”
In one smooth movement, he separates our bodies and deposits me right over his mouth. Using his hands to cup my knees, Trinte helps me settle into place and begins to feast.