17
Aspen
We collided, my body slamming against his. The force of his grip shoved a gasp from the pit of my throat, the primal noise catching between us as Aire’s mouth seized my own. He devoured the sound, swallowed it whole with a ravenous growl that rumbled from his chest.
The axe dropped from my fingers. The world tilted on its axis. The ground quaked beneath me.
Those firm lips sloped at a deep angle and crushed to mine, hauling on me with sinuous tugs. Prickles dashed across the sensitive skin, and heat sizzled into my pores. The inferno of Aire’s mouth threw me into a fever dream, a figment coming to life.
Yet this was real. The possessive snare of his lips was real. The hard press of his torso was real. The hectic snatch of his fingers was real. And my violent response was real.
So. Fucking. Real.
On a growl equal to his own, I launched myself into the kiss.
With a battle cry, I clawed my hands into his hair, shearing through the ashy layers and fisting the roots.
I yanked his face down to mine, the vicious pull wrenching a groan from Aire’s chest, the broad span of his pecs shuddering across my tits.
One mighty palm thrust into my hood, shred through my locks, and trapped the back of my scalp. Locking me in place, Aire unleashed. Like a carnivore set loose from its cage, he smashed my mouth to his and laid siege, the strength of his jaw kicking my head back.
Sparks flew up my spine. A destitute moan fractured from my tongue, motivating Aire into action. Chasing that sound, he dragged the point of his tongue along the seam of my lips.
And. Holy. Shit.
The hot slide broke me open, my mouth cracking like a shell. Rasping, he probed me apart. In one slick move, his tongue flexed inside.
Seasons strike me. I died seven hundred deaths, then blazed like a phoenix.
That rampant tongue plied my own, every skillful pitch disorienting. Heat assaulted my clit, the pleat of my cunt throbbing in tempo to his lips. This soldier kissed like he fought—powerful and destructive—putting to shame all prior fantasies I had years ago while making myself come.
This man tore into me. Uttering a starved noise, he hauled our mouths together and ripped the kiss to pieces.
No resistance. No restraint.
He didn’t clasp me like someone delicate or frail.
Rather, the knight kissed with his entire soul.
He put his frame into the embrace, deep and vehement, sensing what I wanted, what I needed, what I could handle.
He didn’t ease into this any more than I did, because that wasn’t who we were around each other.
This kiss held strength. This kiss empowered.
I hummed for more, more, more. And he gave, and gave, and gave.
Seething, Aire drove one hand into my cloak and clamped onto my ass. Using the leverage, he hoisted me against him, the momentum hammering our mouths together. His tongue ground in and out, the furious pump matching the rhythm of fucking, the urgent pace wetting my pussy.
The instant his cock thickened against my clit, my thoughts flaked to ash. Whimpers shuddered off my tongue as it melted into his. The solid outline of that cock rustled against my skirt, so that shoved my hips forward, eager to feel the shape of his crown flaring wide.
Aire seethed, the noise cutting between his teeth.
That’s right, soldier. Serve me good.
My kiss drove a hiss from his lungs. His dick rose, the hard and heavy bridge shoving against the flap of his pants, the friction invigorating. With his hand seizing my ass, the cloak fell open. He must have felt the warmth radiating between my thighs, the slim walls riding against his sac.
Despite how often he flushed at crudity, this upstanding knight rumbled like a starving creature. His savage response scorched my veins, turning me into a wild thing, eager for more. Not out of submission, but in victory.
I lunged, flying from the tree trunk. Now that I’d finally gotten a taste, no way in hell was I letting this go without drawing blood.
My weight crashed into him, the impact tipping us in place, our nostrils flaring for oxygen. A gruff noise scrolled from Aire’s throat, as if his vocal cords had been stuffed with sediment. He caught me and held fast.
And while this man acted like a puritan, he sure as fuck didn’t kiss like one. To the contrary, Aire worked his mouth like a warrior. Tireless, vigorous, and territorial.
Also, attentive. He sought my pleasure, plying my tongue with searing tingles, wrenching moans from my lips. For a knight who never let loose, his kiss didn’t seek to dominate.
No. It surrendered.
We flung ourselves together as if this dark forest might interrupt, the kiss rampant, stressed. Black tea and autumn spices coated my palate. His cock lifted, and his tongue stroked my own, the hot pulse drenching my crease.
Inching back, I sank my incisors into his lower lip. If I broke skin, what other sound would he make?
Aire’s muscles shook. Releasing my mouth, he scraped his lips across my own. Those husky outtakes rushed against mine, our respirations jagged and frenzied as we sketched each other.
Meddlesome didn’t begin to describe my intentions. By the time I finished with him, I’d thoroughly fuck up his world.
Impatient, we rushed our lips over one another, our chests beating out an unsteady staccato.
My eyelids flapped open, desperate to see that swollen mouth, the irreversible damage I’d done.
The neckline of Aire’s shirt gaped open, and with one hand bolted to my scalp, his rolled-up sleeve revealed the line of raptor tattoos.
Then my gaze climbed to his. In the pumpkin’s glow, those hooded irises glittered like blue fire, the color scalding my flesh. Despite having a code of ethics as long as a coastline, that raw expression raked over me, and I responded with the same candid desire.
No time to think. No time to second guess.
I grasped the edge of my hood and ripped the covering from my head. Aire’s breath hitched, the captivated noise filling a great hole in my chest, flooding the cavity with warmth.
I wanted this. I wanted this man to see all of me. I wanted this first kiss with him to be authentic.
My heart pounded, my temples pounded, and my cunt pounded. Enthralled, he riveted his eyes on me, the pupils swelling, burning. Carefully, he traced a vine curling beneath my lower lip.
The contract wrung another gasp from me, the sound unraveling. My eyelids fluttered closed, his touch reverent, painfully sweet. His mouth hovered centimeters from mine, our panting respirations striking together in shallow, anticipatory bursts.
Then my eyes opened, his enraptured expression consuming my view. With his hair and clothes in shambles, the knight looked as if he’d been fucked instead of kissed.
At a loss, Aire shook his head. Growling something under his breath, he hauled me forward again. And in tandem, I shot toward him.
Our mouths struck like weapons. Aire sealed our lips, tipped his head, and charged with equal fervor, the violent strokes of his tongue boosting my adrenaline.
Instead of buckling, my knees sparked, my blood raced, and my pussy contracted.
Arousal seeped from the cleft, on the verge of dampening the dress.
Still, we didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. We hurled ourselves into each other.
Aire’s full mouth tugged on my own, folding and rocking. His tongue licked into me, swatting with precision until my nipples pitted into his firm chest, and all sense fled my mind.
Backing me into a tree stump, he hooked onto the backs of my thighs.
The earth swept from under my boots, then my backside dropped atop the surface, my thighs splaying around his hips as he stepped into the gap.
All the while, he palmed my ass and scalp, and his mouth clenched mine, our tongues writhing.
At this angle, the drenched line of my pussy glazed his upright cock. My rough moan tangled with Aire’s hiss. I leaned back, steeping us at a harsh angle, my lips wrapping around his tongue and sucking hard.
Aire’s snarl hit the canopy. His hand rode down the outer edge of my buttocks, then over my hip, his touch reaching the ancient axe harness, which encircled my flesh like a deadly garter.
He jolted in surprise, then rasped into my mouth, his fingers strapping around the leather, using it to jerk me closer.
This maneuver deepened the kiss. Our mouths rushed into it. His tongue swept over mine, lust saturated my veins, and the sodden pleat of my cunt raked along his broad cock.
We could do more, have more, take more. Instead, my hands stalled in his hair, and my body froze.
Traitor. Liar.
Shame pierced through me. I was kissing this honest knight while betraying him.
Aire’s frame went taut. Sensing the change, some private dilemma overtook him at the same moment.
Like shrapnel, we blew apart.