10. Mayhem
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MAYHEM
H er lips felt like velvet, plush and soft as they yielded to the pressure of mine. I expected her to pull away. I half-hoped she would, because I knew with every fiber of my being that, if we saw this through to the end, there would be no going back. Not for me.
Not for her, if I could help it.
She lifted her hands, tentatively brushing her fingertips against my chest. The sensation nearly crumbled me. Her lips parted, welcoming my tongue into the moist heat of her mouth, and if I wasn’t immortal, I could have drowned in her essence, died in that moment a happy man.
I broke the kiss, and she gasped. “Tell me to stop. Say you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away.”
She touched her swollen bottom lip, tugging it down slightly as her gaze wandered over my body before meeting my eyes. “That’s the thing.” She looked at my cock and swallowed hard. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Her expression held both disbelief and desire as she returned her touch to my chest and traced her fingers over the contours of my muscles. “I could blame it on stress or fatigue or a million other things, but right now, all I want to do is you .”
My dick throbbed, another rush of blood hardening it even more. “If you’re not of a mind to think this through…”
“I don’t want to think. It’s not my thing. I listen to my body, and I act…leap first, look later…and I am ready to jump into the deep end.” Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and she trailed her fingers down my stomach, making it tighten.
“You’re certain?” I asked.
She inched her fingers closer to my cock. “Do you want me to change my mind?”
“Gods no.” I clutched her hands before they went any lower. “But I do plan to take my time, I haven’t been with a woman in over four centuries.”
“Lucky me for being your first.”
First, last, and only for the rest of my existence, but I didn’t dare make that proclamation out loud. Whether she believed it or not, she had a brilliant mind. I saw no need to cloud it with declarations of my devotion.
Not yet.
I tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it aside and taking in her beauty. She wore a black satin bra, and I traced my fingers along the edges, caressing the delicate skin of her breasts and recalling the way it had felt when she washed in the shower.
Having been inside her mind, having felt with her skin, I knew which parts were more sensitive than others. She had experienced no sexual yearning at the time, but I had reveled in the sensations fueling my desire.
She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and dropped it by her discarded shirt. Taking my hands in hers, she placed them on her breasts and then cupped my face, bringing me forward to meet her mouth.
I kissed her, drinking her in as I massaged her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples and hardening them like pearls. She unbuttoned her pants, sliding the zipper down before working them over her hips, her mouth never straying from mine.
Kicking them off, she leaned into me, the feel of her bare skin against mine weakening my knees. A growl rumbled from deep within my soul, and I wrapped my arms around her, tangling my tongue with hers.
She clutched the back of my neck, sliding one leg up to my hip before lifting herself from the ground and wrapping them both around my waist, the thin satin of her panties the only thing stopping my cock from plunging inside her.
I clutched her ass, digging my fingers into her flesh and deepening the kiss. She moaned into my mouth and moved against me, the motion making promises of events to come and rendering me incapable of speech.
Ember preferred action to words. I didn’t have to tell her how this moment made me feel. I would show her. Again and again, until she begged for mercy.
I clutched her waist and shoved her onto the bed. She gasped with the sudden impact, but as she moved to the center of the mattress, a wicked grin lifted her lips. She shimmied out of her underwear, and mischief danced in her deep brown eyes.
I had seen her body through her eyes, but now, seeing her with my own… I could have stood there soaking in her beauty all day long. Instead, I climbed onto the bed with her, moving on my hands and knees until my mouth met hers once more.
“Mmm…” She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it, circling her finger over the sensitive head, and I nearly collapsed on top of her.
I hadn’t felt a woman’s touch in so long…and yet…
Being there in that moment with my soulmate, it felt as if it really were my first time. It eclipsed every shred of desire or intimacy I had ever experienced, rendering all other moments meaningless.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, lest she bring our moment to a premature ending. She would come before I did, even if it took all day.
I nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her sweet citrus scent before gliding my tongue from her shoulder to her ear. She inhaled deeply, and as my teeth caught her lobe, her breath came out in a contented hiss.
Releasing my grip, I slid my hands down her arms and cupped her breasts. Her nipples, still hard from my touch, begged me to taste them. I sucked one into my mouth while pinching the other, and she let out the most erotic moan I had ever witnessed.
I wanted…I needed … to pleasure her. To make her forget everyone and everything, if only for a few hours. I kissed my way down her body, every intake of breath, every sound she made pleasing me more than my own release ever could.
Emotion swelled in my heart as I realized the purpose of my entire existence. I was made for this woman. Meant to worship her for eternity. Never had I felt this way about anyone. Nor would I ever again.
Ember was my beginning, my end, and everything in between.
I moved down, caressing her legs, kissing, licking, nipping her inner thighs, down one and up the other before blowing a breath across her sensitive nub.
She let out a breathy, “Mayhem, please,” that nearly did me in.
My name on her lips turned my skin to gooseflesh, and I slipped out my tongue, swiping it from her slit to her clit. I couldn’t have stopped my moan if I’d tried. “You taste so good.”
“More,” she whispered. “I need more.”
I was happy to oblige. I gently sucked her nub between my lips, teasing it with my tongue as she writhed in pleasure beneath me. A bead of wetness rolled down my cock, and I swiped it with two fingers, moistening them before sliding them inside her. She gasped, her core tightening around them as I licked and sucked her most sensitive spot.
She reached for me, tangling her fingers in my hair as I continued my pursuit. Her scent, her taste, the sounds she made…everything about her called to me…to my soul. The tether that had been trying to form between us since the moment I met her tightened its hold.
I belonged to this witch. I would do anything to make her mine.
I slowed, doing my best to draw out her pleasure, but she arched her back and moved her hips against me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I twisted my hand, making a come here motion with my fingers inside her. She moaned, her body tensing as I brought her closer and closer to climax.
“Oh, gods, yes.” Her grip on my hair tightened, pulling it at the roots, a pleasurable pain searing my scalp as she called out my name. Her hips bucked, and she released my hair to fist the sheets as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm.
“Mayhem,” she panted. “I need you. Right now.”
“I will give you everything you need. Always.” I rose to my knees. “Do you…”
“Birth control. I’m on it.” She clutched my dick and guided it to her folds. “Now.”
I rubbed my swollen head against her, sliding it two inches in before pulling out and circling her clit with the tip. She closed her passion-drunk eyes, letting out a slow exhale before pinning me with her fiery gaze.
“Don’t make me beg again.” She lifted her hips, taking me in farther, and I could no longer hold back.
I plunged inside her, sinking into her velvet vise and pumping my hips three times before I stilled. “Tell me what you want.”
Her nails dug into my back. “I want you. I want to make you come.”
“You first.” I moved, circling and thrusting, her expressions telling me exactly where she wanted me. Focusing on the spot that brought her the most pleasure, I pumped my hips faster, harder. Her core tightened around me, her nails digging deeper into my back until she cried out, release taking her under once more.
“Gods, Mayhem, you’re delicious.” She clutched my face and kissed me. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
I growled and bit her lower lip. “Ask and you shall receive.”
My orgasm coiled in my core and released like a monsoon washing over me, drowning me in everything Ember. Talons erupted from my fingers, and my horns began to protrude from my scalp as the beast inside me rode the wave.
Panting, I lowered myself on top of her, burying my face in the pillow to block my semi-transformation from her view. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She slipped her hand into my hair, caressing my horns with her fingers. “I know what you are. I’m not afraid.”
A half-sob, half-laugh rolled up from my chest. She did know. In the short time we had been together, she’d learned more about me than anyone ever had. I lifted my head to look at her and flexed my fingers, drawing my talons back inside.
“I could snap your neck with a flick of my wrist.”
She held my face in her hands. “And I could send you back to prison with a swing of my sword.”
“Yet here we are, the most unlikely pair, closer than we ever dreamed.”
“I’m not ashamed to admit it was the best sex of my life.” She pressed a kiss to my lips and tensed, a shadow crossing her features. “But it can never happen again.”