Chapter 30 #2
Of course, their hips didn’t meet, not right away, but the end of him slid in easily, magic sizzling along the inside of her thighs as she gripped onto him with her legs and pulled him in deeper.
She tipped back her head, and Azrion gently nibbled her neck, sinking in another inch.
One of the ribs on his cock glanced over her bud, and she squealed with the sensation it sent through her body.
She’d been on edge for so long, and now that edge was being tested.
She intended to hold it, but then he sank in deeper, and there was another ridge, and oh gods that was nice.
“Are you all right, darling?” he asked, voice rough but sweet up against her neck.
“Yes, of course,” she murmured, wiggling her hips against the cushion, and he went deeper still. She felt utterly filled, a brand-new sensation that was so pleasant and warm and complete.
“Shall I just…” Azrion’s hands moved on either side of her, and then he drew his hips away.
She grunted at the loss, but was quickly met with those ribs again, bringing her to a new plane of pleasure.
Azrion sank again, faster than the first time, and Kat could have cried from the mix of pressure and stimulation. “Is that all right?”
“Gods, yes,” she hissed, and reached around his back to sink her own claws into his flesh.
Azrion growled, his next nip at her neck harder, and he pulled out to thrust inside her again, slowly, precisely, deliciously. She urged him on, but he kept the steady pace, his voice whispering up against her skin, “By all the stars, you feel amazing, Katarina.”
She grinned up at the ceiling, dragging nails along his skin as she bucked her hips quicker, trying to feel those ridges again and again.
“I won’t be able to last,” he groaned, and she realized then one of his arms was shaking. “Would you like to—”
Kat didn’t wait, the idea coming to both of them at once.
She unfolded her limbs from around him and gave his shoulders a push.
His black eyes went momentarily wide and afraid, but she only laughed, knocking him onto his side and then giving him a tug onto the pillows as she sat up and straddled him.
Azrion’s cock stood up from his body and glistened, and she had to take a moment to realize it had just been inside her. It pulsed with the need to return, and her center answered in kind, the emptiness calling to him, her stomach clenching with need.
Kat leaned forward, hands on his broad chest, but there she waited, looking down at his face—oh, Azrion’s sweet, pretty, kind face.
She’d seen it do all sorts of things, charm others to get out of trouble, turn salacious at an unexpected moment, pout to get whatever it wanted.
But now it looked up at her without pretense.
He wore an almost dopey grin, eyes sleepy in their blackness but with a flicker of purple deep inside just like that light he conjured for her in the caves.
She wanted to hold that magic again, to believe it was hers just because he wanted her to have it.
Kat sank onto Azrion’s cock, filling herself at a new angle and with a new power.
Her mouth fell open as she clawed at his chest, holding herself back from the same brink he had worried about as she inched downward, rib after rib drawing out sweeter and sweeter sensations.
His name was on her tongue as she settled herself to that completely full feeling, and then she fell quiet when she realized their hips still weren’t touching.
“Oh, boy,” she breathed, and with a swivel of her hips, finally slid down to the base.
“Fuck,” Azrion grunted, his hands finding her hips and squeezing.
Kat squeezed him right back, thighs and core enveloping his pulsing length, and the two breathed.
“I think,” Kat said with an exhale. “I’d like to go a little faster.”
Azrion inhaled through his nose, squinting up at her. “I cannot promise you a long ride, darling.”
She cocked a brow, giving her hips a wiggle and sending a jolt of pleasure through them both. “Oh? What if I say you must?”
A swallow bobbed down his throat. “Then…uh…”
“You’re under my command, aren’t you?”
The demon nodded, lips parting to reveal those fangs, a danger to no one but himself.
“Well then.” Kat gave him a grin she knew was wicked and then relentlessly lifted her hips.
It was slow at first as she savored every ridge she crested and every sound he made, but her need grew as the magic continued to dance under her skin.
She relished the struggle painted on his face, claws dragging over her skin and fingers pressing in so hard they would bruise.
She thrust out her chest, and he stroked the sensitive skin of her nipple as his other hand came around her hip, and his thumb found the nub that had been getting all its pleasure from his cock’s ridges.
He pressed in on her and gently massaged, and she screamed with pleasure as she rode him.
There were traded curses and names and pleading for it to never end.
Then amidst all the intensity, there was a soft caress that trailed up her back, and she knew it was that tail of his, the one she always thought about touching her so gently and being so kind.
Kat could no longer hold back the orgasm that had built through her apprehension and pleasure and love.
She felt him pulse inside her, felt the seed she had seen coat the floor and her hands and shift so many times, and she reveled in the full, warm feel of all of him.
Her legs shook with completion, and finally she sank, falling lax and still as she draped her body over his.
Despite the workout, Azrion’s arms snaked their way around her back, a hand finding its way into her hair while the other traced her spine. Her cheek was pressed to his collar, and she felt the gentle touch of his lips press to the top of her head.
He spoke, but the words were lost in her hair, too muffled to make out as his heart beat so hard against her ear.
She sighed back, squeezing whatever she could get her hands around, A soft caress tickled at her legs and her back as his tail traced up her body then wrapped around her, and Kat drifted off into sleep.