Chapter 18 #2
The last day she’d been happy, her sister had been hurt by the people who were meant to love them the most. So she’d shoved that feeling down, guilted herself out of the emotion, hardened herself against ever feeling it again.
It had grown so cold within her that she was numb beyond the need to protect.
But this feeling growing within her, bringing her to life again… she liked it.
She liked… herself.
Ozirax’s lips remained on hers as he rocked against her, the base of his ribbed cock gliding over her damp center. One arm held him aloft, the other slipping over her chest, squeezing and caressing every inch of her until he reached her heat.
“Fuck,” she gasped as his fingers circled, back arching, but there was a slowness, a deliberateness, to his movements that made the touch so much more.
Kaly had never been touched this reverently. Patiently. It was always about a quick release, even between herself and Ozirax, but this build was worth her focus.
She kissed him back just as thoroughly, slid her hands over his body while tracing his tattoos, and there was no fear of his spikes or hers. No rage to be found when happiness was bubbling inside her as sure as the building pleasure.
It wasn’t a grand climax, not one that had her screaming and clutching at whatever surface she could find.
It was a rising wave that embraced her into warm depths, soothed over every inch of her in a long sway of trembling power.
It had her gasping, moaning, and it only became more beautiful as his cock slid inside her through the last trembles of its power.
“Unbelievable,” Ozirax muttered, moving slowly until he was seated completely, the fullness inside her exquisite. “Every fucking time, you feel so good.”
He withdrew, a deliberate drag of his thickness against her walls, and then he pushed back inside. Every thrust was drawn out, emphasized, passionate. One arm held him aloft as he moved, the other hand making its way along her side until he was gripping her leg and guiding it around his back.
Kalypso gasped, the next thrust hitting deeper and stronger than before. And when she found his rhythm, she used that hold to regain some control. To meet in the middle and chase the second rise of her pleasure.
“More,” she grunted as his tail wrapped around her side, no longer afraid of the additional appendage or how it just as easily could become a trap.
On his next thrust, she tightened around him, nipping at his lower lip in demand. Against her hands, firm along his muscled back, she felt the soft flare of his spikes as a shiver rolled through him.
Ozirax chuckled against her lips, lifting his face just enough so he could see her. “You are trouble, Spicy. Exactly how I like it.”
His hips snapped against hers, grip digging into her thigh as his pace increased. Her breaths came in heavy, that burning within her growing with each feral growl he released, and then there was nothing but a bright crash of her body.
Ozirax slammed his lips against her mouth, catching every sound and tremble with the last of his thrusts. His own shudder rippled through her as heat pulsed between her legs. The groan was raw, and gods, he was still moving and dragging out their release even as his body shook.
He collapsed against her, cock still buried within her sensitive heat, but Kalypso didn’t feel the need to push him off. To slip out of bed, cover up, and leave as quickly as she’d come.
Kaly had never felt so boneless, so completely spent after a fuck before, and even moments after such an incredible climax, she was craving the moment when they could do it again.
Would it always feel like this?
Ozirax mumbled something into her temple, his lips dropping lazy kisses into her hair.
“I can’t understand you.”
He licked her cheek, leaving enough space for her to hear his request.
“Stay.”
Her heart stuttered, fear sluicing down her spine. The muscles that had just relaxed snapped back to attention, the urge to run rooting itself back into her bones.
But then Oz’s warm hand spread across her belly, coming to rest just along her ribs as it had done earlier that night.
A reminder of what he knew, but not holding it against her.
“Just for a minute,” he whispered against her, nose inhaling where he’d buried it in her hair. “Thirty seconds, if that’s all you can manage. Try it just once, for me.”
Kalypso released her breath, slowly exhaling as she willed her body to sink back into that bliss. To trust that if she were to roll away, the weight still on top of her would let her, just as it had so many times before.
Thirty seconds. A minute.
Each breath was easier than the last, each second a chance to notice something new.
The curl of his fingers underneath her sensitive breast.
The warm breath fanning over her cheek.
The heft of his thick tail across her lower leg.
Kaly didn’t know how it was possible, but when his softening cock slipped free and she blinked, the demonlight of the room had faded into a dull glow.
She’d… fallen asleep.
With Ozirax holding her.
His fingers were drawing patterns against her skin, and she focused on the deliberate swirls he traced against her. He didn’t jolt, didn’t tense or give any reaction that might bring up the vulnerable state she’d allowed herself to show.
Her head drifted to the side, nose just a fraction away from his. Black eyes reflected the soft purple light of the room, and she could see the emotion swirling within. The shock, but also the joy.
Kalypso swallowed, mouth parting.
The words never came.
The corner of his lips ticked up. “You don’t have to say it.” Ozirax’s hand left her side, thumb brushing over her forehead before trailing down her nose. “From your sharp edges to your protective heart, you belong to no one, Kalypso, but I will prove each and every day that I belong to you.”
When Kalypso’s eyes closed, they didn’t open again until morning.
And she was in her own room.