Chapter 35 Up
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Lumi-
The water sloshes violently as he steps into the tub. His massive frame crowds the space—shoulders too broad, legs too long. Water spills over the edge, pooling on the floor.
My heart is beating so loud I barely hear him when he speaks next.
“Come here,” he says quietly, no room for argument.
I don’t move fast enough, so he grabs my waist and pulls. The water surges around us as he positions me exactly where he wants—straddling his thigh.
Oh.
The hard muscle presses right where I need it.
“There we go,” he murmurs, reverent and ruthless all at once, hands steady on my hips. “Now you’re going to ride my thigh, Sael?n. Just like this.”
“You want me to—”
“You heard me,” his grip tightens. “Grind that pretty pussy against me until you come.”
My face burns. “Andrik, I can’t—”
“You can,” his eyes are molten, fangs dripping steady drops of venom. “And you will. Because if you can’t make yourself come like this—” His thumb traces my hipbone. “—you don’t get my tongue.”
I whimper.
“Move, Lumi.”
I shift experimentally. The pressure sends sparks up my spine.
“Harder,” his voice drops, rough with strain. “Don’t be gentle. Take what your body is begging for.”
My hips roll once, and it feels phenomenal.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Fuck, that’s it. Use me. That's what I'm here for.”
I grind down harder, chasing friction, until I find the perfect pressure against my clit.
“Look at you,” his hands guide my movements, claws tracing over my skin. “So desperate. So fucking beautiful when you’re needy like this.”
“Please, Andri.”
“No,” His grip tenses, holding me still. “You don’t get to beg yet. You earn that privilege.”
A sob catches in my throat.
“What’s wrong, l?venkae?” his lips brush my ear. “Is this not what you wanted? Dirty words? My hands reminding you who you belong to?”
“Yes. Yes, but—”
“But what?”
“I need more.” I whisper, breaking.
“You have more,” his thigh flexes beneath me, and I gasp. “Right here. So take it.”
I move back and forth, shamelessly. I’m so close. The pressure is building so high it feels like I’m going to explode.
He leans back slightly, searching my face. His arms move faster, guiding me over his thigh in a pace I couldn’t keep on my own.
“Do you know how long I’ve existed, Lumi?” His voice is quieter now. “Thousands of years. And not once did any of it matter,” he says, eyes darkening. “Until you.”
“I’ve heard every language. Every dialect. Every filthy word ever whispered in the dark.”
His thumbs slide over my ribs.
“I can talk to you however you want,” he continues, eyes locked on mine. “Poetic. Reverent. Filthy. Degrading. Sweet. Praising. Possessive.”
He pulls me down harder against his leg, and silver static bursts behind my eyelids.
“I can make love to you with words in a hundred different tongues. Can tell you exactly what I want to do to this perfect body in ways that would make you blush for days.”
I bite my lip to stay silent, but a moan slips out.
“But you need to tell me what you want, thaevi. Because I can be anything you need me to be.” (Baby.)
His hand slides possessively up my spine.
“So tell me, Sael?n. What do you want to hear from me? How do you want me to undo you with my voice?”
I can’t answer. My brain is liquid heat and desperate need. He waits patiently, watching me struggle to form words.
“Nothing?” His voice drops lower. “Then I’ll just have to guess what you need to finish, hmm?”
His hands guide my hips slower.
“Maybe you want me to tell you how fucking perfect you look right now. Spread against my thigh, soaking wet, with those big brown puppy dog eyes.
I nod. He’s so fucking sexy like this.
“Or maybe—” He leans closer, lips brushing my ear. “You want me to tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you. How I’m going to taste every inch of this pussy until you’re begging me to stop.”
The base of my spine tingles, and I know I can’t hang on much longer.
“Andrik, I’m so close. Almost—”
“Faster, Lumi. Grind harder.”
I do, and the pressure is unbearable.
“That’s my beautiful, perfect mate,” he snarls. “Harder. You’re so close, baby.”
He tips my hips a little.
“Right there. Ohh, right there—”
“Come all over my thigh like the needy little human you are.”
The permission shatters me. My orgasm crashes through me so hard I stop breathing for a second. My body convulses against his, hips grinding wildly as wave after wave tears through me.
“Fuck,” his voice sounds wrecked. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
My nails dig into his shoulders. My thighs shake fiercely. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain.
“Andrik—” His name breaks on my lips.
“I’ve got you,” his hands steady me, holding me through it. “Keep going. Don’t stop until it’s over.
I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. My body chases the last tremors, grinding against his thigh until I’m melty and gasping.
When it finally ends, I slump forward against his chest.
His arms wrap around me, one hand cups the back of my head, the other spreads across my lower back.
“You did so well.” His voice is rough. He feathers kisses over my eyelids and the bridge of my nose.
I’m still trembling when his grip shifts.
“Up.”
“Huh?”
“Knees on the edge. Elbows on the windowsill.”
My brain is mush. I don’t understand.
He guides me, until I’m bent over the tub’s edge, knees braced on the porcelain rim, arms stretched forward until my forearms press against the cold glass. The window where he was.
“Perfect,” Andrik growls from behind me. Still kneeling in the water. “Now spread for me.”
My thighs tremble as I widen my stance. The position leaves me completely open.
“Thal?n, help me,” he breathes, the words ghosting across my skin. “Look at you—still dripping for me.”
His hands roughly grip my hips.
“Do you know what I see right now, Sael?n?” His voice drips with sin. “Your perfect pussy—Swollen. Soaked. Kaemorin.”
I moan against the chilled window.
“And you’re going to stay just like this—” His fingertips skim over my inner thighs. “With your hands on the window where he stood. So you remember—” He leans closer, breath hot between my thighs. “—that I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this.”
His tongue, flat and broad, drags through me in one long, devastating stroke.
My fingers scramble against the windowsill, searching for purchase, finding none.
“Andrik.”
“Don’t you dare move,” he rasps. “Keep your hands right there. I want you to feel it. The glass. The cold. Remember who was on the other side.”
He punctuates the words with another slow lick.
“But it's my tongue inside you now. My mouth worshipping this pussy the way only I can.”
His impossibly long, thick tongue pushes inside me. The cold is shocking, soothing the ache his heat left behind. It’s nothing like his fingers—thicker, textured, curling in ways that shouldn't be possible.
I cry out, one hand shooting behind me to hold onto his antler.
“Just like that, Andri. Don't stop. Please don't stop.”
He groans against me, the vibration makes my eyes roll back.
“That's it, baby,’” he rumbles, the words muffled. “Feel how deep I can go. How well I fit inside you.”
His hands grip my thighs harder, spreading me wider.
“And when you come this time, ” he sucks my clit into his mouth. “It’ll be my name you scream, not his.”
He devours me. There’s no other word for it. No gentleness or hesitation. Just his mouth, relentless and hungry, claiming every inch of me like he’s been starving for it.
“Fuck, you taste—” He groans against me. “So fucking sweet, thal’morin.”
His tongue circles my clit. My hips try to move, but his grip is iron.
“Stay still! Let me do this. Let me erase him.”
One of his hands releases my thigh. Two of his thick fingers press against my entrance.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs.
Then he slowly pushes inside, careful despite his desperation.
“Oh God.”
“Not god, Sael?n,” his voice rasps. “Just me.”
His fingers curl, finding my G-spot, over and over until my vision goes white.
His mouth doesn‘t stop. Sucking, licking, consuming me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. Every exhale ghosts ice across my overheated skin, making me shiver even as I burn.
“You’re so tight,” he growls. “Even for my fingers. How are you going to take my cock when I finally—”
He cuts himself off, focusing on the rhythm instead. Fingers pumping, tongue circling, building me higher. The pressure coils tight in my lower belly.
“Andrik, I’m too sensitive. I can’t—” I try to squirm out of his hold.
“You can,” his free hand slides up my back. “Come for me, Lumi. Come on my tongue so I can taste you falling apart.”
His mouth seals around my clit and sucks.
I’m right there. So fucking close.
“Andrik, I need you to—”
“What baby?” His fangs tease over my skin, sharp and playful. “Tell me what you need.”
“Bite me.” The words tumble out. “Please. Mark me.”
“Where, kaemirtha?” His voice drops an octave. (Little bound sin.)
I can barely think. “Anywhere. Just... please—”
His head lifts. I feel him sway behind me, massive, trembling with restraint.
His lips find the curve of my ass—just a brush, a soft, slow kiss to the softest part of me.
“Thur’an ves veyr, kai’lur ves thae,” he breathes against my skin. (Frost on your back, and my bite in your bloom.)
He sinks his fangs deep into the plump flesh of my cheek.
I shatter, harder than before. It hits so violently my legs give out. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms hold me firmly. His mouth stays latched. Working me through every ruthless wave of pleasure, dragging it out with quiet growls and venom-rich pulses that make my spine arch.
“Mine,” he snarls against the wound. “This is mine. You are mine.”