Chapter 14 #4
I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with my tongue, then flicked across it with deliberate precision, learning the exact rhythm that made her gasp and writhe and gush more wetness against my chin.
Her fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair, holding me there as if terrified I might stop, might leave her teetering on this precipice.
But I had no intention of stopping—not until she came completely undone, not until she was screaming my name and flooding my mouth with her release.
I felt her climbing higher, her body drawing taut as a bowstring, her breathing dissolving into short, desperate pants and broken moans.
The tension coiled through her muscles like lightning about to strike, making her thighs quiver violently against my shoulders, her entire body trembling with the force of her approaching orgasm, her pussy clenching around nothing.
And then she shattered beautifully.
Chloe cried out, her back arching off the platform in a graceful bow as pleasure crashed through her in devastating waves.
The sound echoed through the room, raw and unrestrained and absolutely exquisite—the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard.
I gentled my touch as she came down from the peak, pressing soft, reverent kisses to her inner thighs while she trembled and gasped, helping her ride out every last ripple of pleasure until she melted boneless beneath me.
When I finally lifted my head, she was staring at me with wide, dazed eyes, her face flushed and radiant, her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, and a delicate sheen of perspiration made her skin luminous in the soft light.
"That was..." The words died on her tongue, lost to wonder.
I crawled up beside her, gathering her trembling form against my chest. She came willingly, melting into my embrace, her body still quaking with aftershocks.
"That was just the beginning," I promised softly, pressing a kiss to her temple, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
"When you're ready for more, I'll give you everything. "
She shivered against me, and I felt her sharp intake of breath. Her fingers curled into my shoulders, clutching me like an anchor in a storm.
"Everything?" The word emerged as barely more than a whisper, breathless and raw. There was wonder in it, and something else—a tentative hope that made my heart clench painfully in my chest.
"Everything," I confirmed, running my hand down her spine in slow, soothing strokes, savoring the silk of her skin beneath my palm. "Every pleasure, every touch, every moment of worship your body deserves. When you're ready."
A small, shaky laugh escaped her lips and I saw tears gathering in her eyes, making them shimmer like stars.
"I never thought it could be like that. After Declan, I didn't know I could feel like that anymore.
" She tilted her head back to look at me, her eyes still glazed with pleasure but swimming with unshed tears.
"You made me feel... safe. Even while you were—" She broke off, color flooding her cheeks in the most enchanting way, and a single tear escaped to trace down her cheek.
I caught it with my thumb, treasuring even that small piece of her.
"While I was tasting you?" I supplied, unable to keep the satisfied rumble from my voice, the male satisfaction at having brought her such pleasure.
"Yes," she breathed, hiding her face against my chest again, her breath warm against my skin. "That."
I loved the way she reacted to my words—the flush that spread across her skin, the way her breath hitched, the slight tremor that ran through her body. After everything she'd endured, she was still capable of this sweetness, this vulnerability. It humbled me in ways I couldn't begin to express.
"I loved watching you come undone," I murmured against her hair, my lips brushing the silken strands. "The sounds you make, the way your body responds to my touch. The way you taste on my tongue."
She made a small, strangled noise that went straight to my cock, making it throb with renewed urgency. Her scent shifted, sweetening again with renewed arousal despite having just climaxed. Goddess, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
"Nansar," she said, her voice muffled against my chest. "You can't just say things like that."
"Why not?" I pulled back enough to tilt her chin up with gentle fingers, forcing her to meet my eyes. "It's the truth. Every word."
Her eyes darkened, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained as she stared up at me. "Because it makes me want..." She trailed off, catching her lower lip between her teeth in a way that made me want to taste her all over again.
"Makes you want what?" I prompted, my thumb stroking along the delicate line of her jaw.
"More," she admitted quietly, the confession barely audible. "It makes me want more."
The words sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through me so intense it was almost painful, a claiming instinct so fierce it threatened to overwhelm my carefully maintained control.
I bent my head, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring everything I felt into it.
She could taste herself on my tongue, I knew, and the small moan she made told me she didn't mind—that she reveled in it.
When we finally broke apart, she was breathing hard, her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me close. I noticed the warring emotions in her eyes—desire burning bright, uncertainty flickering at the edges, and exhaustion pulling at her features.
"Rest," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face with infinite tenderness. "We both need to keep our strength up."
She nodded slowly, her eyelids already growing heavy, weighted with satisfaction and fatigue.
I helped her settle more comfortably on the sleeping platform, pulling the furs over her bare skin.
She curled into me immediately, seeking my warmth like a flower turning toward the sun, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest where she belonged.
Her breathing gradually evened out as sleep claimed her, her body relaxing completely in my embrace, trusting me to keep her safe. I held her close, one hand splayed protectively across her stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath, each one a precious gift.
My body still ached with unfulfilled need, my cock hard and demanding against my trousers, a persistent throb that refused to be ignored.
But I pushed it aside. This wasn't about me.
This was about her—about giving her safety, pleasure, choice.
Everything that had been stolen from her, everything she deserved.
Outside, I could hear the village continuing its daily routines. Guards passing by on patrol, voices calling to one another, the ordinary sounds of life going on while we remained trapped in this room. But for now, with Chloe warm and safe in my arms, the rest of the universe could wait.
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and let my eyes drift closed, my own exhaustion finally catching up with me, pulling me toward sleep.
Tomorrow we would plan our escape. Tomorrow we would face whatever challenges the Elder threw at us. Tomorrow I would find a way to get Chloe to safety, even if it cost me everything.
But right now, in this moment, she was mine. And I was hers.
And that was enough.