Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
Tisera
I drew back from that long and breath-stealing kiss, and shuddered as a thrill went down my spine.
“How do you want me?” I whispered. I shifted, kneeling between his legs, and began undoing the tie on his pants.
He gently pushed my hands away, capturing them together between his. Only then did he seem to notice the bandages. “What… happened?”
I breathed a laugh. “I was… confused and frustrated last night. Punching walls seemed like a good idea. Not so much now, though.”
He shook his head slowly and began undoing the bandages. He unwrapped one hand and clasped it between his own. The warmth of his healing flowed into me. The pain vanished. Then he tended to the other hand.
“Doesn’t this tire you?” I said, concerned.
He shook his head again with a faint smile. “These wounds were superficial, minor. Healing them won’t hinder me much for what is to come.”
“And what is to come?” I asked, breathy, curious. His healing warmth on my hands had only made the rest of me even more heated and ready.
“I want to show you how much you mean to me.” Those caramel eyes captured me in an intense and loving look. “I want to give you something I don’t think you’ve ever had before, Dizzy. I want to give you all my love.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I had the feeling I’d soon find out. He reached up, placing his hand beside my head. He wasn’t touching me but was so close I could feel the heat of his hand on my temple. He made a stroking motion, as if smoothing my wild hair, moving down to my cheek and I felt it, not his hand, but something… more!
It was like raw power, but soft and gentle. A caress on my skin with thrills of something so pure and penetrating it resonated in my very soul.
I gasped and shuddered at the intensity of it.
“That… was pure red,” he whispered. “The essence of love and strength.” He smiled tenderly.
This intense essence, this power permeating and filling my being… this was his love?
Wow. It was pure and powerful, so profound that tears leaked from my eyes as I sat there, overwhelmed.
“Have I ever told you your aura is dazzling?” he whispered. “Even when you’re just resting, being yourself, you are nearly all red, a being of radiant power, beautiful and dangerous and intoxicating.”
His fingers brushed my face, and that same power surged through his touch. I was helpless in its sway, as love — like none I had ever known — filled me.
“This is what I feel for you,” he said. His words were quiet and sincere, but the implications, the power, left me stunned and speechless.
It was beautiful and potent and perfect.
And when he bent down and kissed me, his full lips to mine, it lifted me, not just emotionally, but…physically. He stood slowly and I rose with him, pulled to my feet — then off my feet — by the power of his aura. He embraced me as his lips left mine. I floated, weightless in his arms.
He smiled, a soft and secret thing I’d never seen before.
He whispered, “I’m going to take my time. I’ve been dreaming of this for years. I want it to be perfect. All you have to do… is feel my love.”
“Yes, I will,” I breathed. It wasn’t like me to give up control, but carried by his love and power, I was curious what sex could be like when it was more than just physical and quick.
I relaxed in his arms, still light as air and buoyant as he kissed my cheeks, then ears, then neck and shoulders. I hadn’t really done up my shirt after the romp with Leo, so it was easy for him to push it to one side as he pressed kisses to my shoulders. Each brush of his lips on my skin bloomed with warmth and devotion.
He undid the few remaining buttons and the silken shirt fluttered to the floor. Daz took his precious time kissing lower still, each press filling me with the purity of his love, a warmth so very different from the heat of desire.
Still, my passion and arousal were whipped up within me, thrumming through me, hot and surging with every hammering beat of my heart. Yet it remained secondary to the pureness of adoration which Daz infused within me.
And when his lips pressed gently to the swelling bud of a nipple, he trembled. Hot breath escaped his lips as he gasped. Something about that heated exhalation thrilled straight from my nipple out to every part of me, so intense I could only let out a strange gasping breath of my own, unable to make a sound.
Something visceral, a humid desire flooded my chest. It took me a moment to realize… it had come from Daz. He’d added his lust and longing to the love coursing through me.
It swelled within me, turning the liquid heat of my passion to blazing flames, filling me to my fingers and toes, and the top of my head. I shook with tremors of searing desire from that one kiss. And when he kissed my other — now hard as Hells — nipple even more desire poured into me. I let out an unabashedly loud moan as his passion — and mine — threatened to consume me.
His kisses moved down over my abdomen as his hands moved to my skirt, undoing the ties and pushing it off. I trembled as the silk slid over my buttocks, then whispered by my legs.
He knelt and kissed my belly and hips, then over the tops of my thighs and in…
I opened my legs, finding them weightless like the rest of me. Since he no longer held me, I found I could move freely in this strange floating state. I laid back, giving Daz better access to me.
The soft press of his lips to my already slick opening made me gasp. Then came the most miraculous sensation, like he was inside me, moving, full and deep. A gentle thrusting of power, not just filling my folds but all of me.
That throbbing power infused me with near-delirious elation.
Daz found my clit and gave it a lick with his tongue before pressing his lips over me and sucking lightly. The fullness within me heaved and thrusted like some miracle cock, until I was on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. Then it swelled, and I cried out as I was filled with an ecstasy so powerful, I couldn’t contain it. I erupted with a release so powerful it overwhelmed all my senses.
But it was a spiritual thing, allowing me to remain at that mind-shattering apex, experiencing it over and over. His powers held me in sway. I was at his mercy, lost in this extremity of bliss.
Then, his tongue pushed into my folds, and I opened to him. A physical release blasted through me, adding to the spiritual one. It was by far the most potent orgasm I’d ever known. His power and love were the pendulous clapper, and I was the bell, being rung, over and over, loud and joyous and resonant.
Every part of me tensed then released in a series of fierce waves, which left me filled with hazy, glorious, serene bliss.
Every thrashing beat of my heart sent a new pulse of rapturous joy through me.
I screamed — probably a lot — but I was too lost in this place of pure and radiant ecstasy to care.
Time passed. I came to myself slowly.
I lay on a soft surface… a bed.
A heated body pressed to mine, skin to skin. It took me a moment to remember who this was: Daz.
Wonderful, amazing, miraculous Daz.
He traced his fingers over my skin, leaving a trail of pleasant, tingling heat where they passed.
My eyes fluttered open. Lying beside me, propped on one arm, was the smiling face of the man I loved.
And I did love him. I loved him in all possible ways. He’d shown me how much he loved me and it had been beyond description.
I wanted more of that… all the time !
I smiled, then tried to speak, but my voice was raw, my throat parched.
He laughed a little. “You were… very vocal about that first round,” he whispered.
Removing the hand which had been tracing lines on me, he reached over me to his nightstand, picking up a pitcher of water, pouring some into a cup, which he gave to me.
“Here,” he said. “Drink.”
I sat up and took the cup in both hands to drain it.
Elevated as I was, I could see both of us. Sometime, while I’d been insensate, he’d removed his clothes. We lay together, naked. I wasn’t a “precious, pale beauty” like some women. I enjoyed the sun and was well tanned. Still, Dazar’s soft brown skin made mine look pale in comparison.
The water was cool and refreshing, and I cleared my throat, testing it. “That was amazing,” I whispered. “And… you didn’t even come, did you?”
“Not yet, no.”
“Is that what comes next, your pleasure?” I asked. His cock twitched and grew as he considered that.
“No. Next is more for you. I get mine once you’ve been thoroughly pleasured.”
I laughed. “You were very thorough the first time.” But I wouldn’t turn down more of that indescribable pleasure.
I put the cup down and leaned over to kiss him lightly before laying back again. I whispered, “I’m all yours, do your worst.”
“Oh… I will,” he said, leaning down to kiss high on my chest. And from that kiss the wonderful warmth of his love spread through me again.
“Ohhhh!” I breathed softly.
When he lifted away, he whispered, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, always,” I breathed.
“You have always been deeply in control of every part of yourself and your life. I want to give you a moment where you don’t need to worry, don’t need your walls up, don’t need to be strong. Just… let go and enjoy and feel.”
As he said this, he made a swirling motion with his hand and both my arms raised up from my sides. They moved up and over my head to lay on the bed, one wrist over the other. They weren’t bound, but they felt as if they were. I didn’t mind at all. He wouldn’t hurt me, quite the contrary, and the position, so open, thrusting up my chest, so vulnerable to… attack… sent a new thrill through me.
“I’m all yours,” I whispered.
I didn’t think anything could surprise me after that first round of miracle sex.
I was wrong.