Chapter 13 #2
Holding eye contact, he leaned over her, one hand propped on the bed as he wrapped the other around the base of his cock, aligning its head with her entrance. She caught lower lip with her teeth. Nyte didn’t miss the way her gaze dipped toward the point where their bodies were about to connect.
By all the hells, that lustful anticipation was tantalizing.
But then her eyes flared. “You…you have ridges.”
Nyte chuckled. “Mmm, the better to please you with, my dear little witch.”
Slowly, he pushed into her. Her sex wrapped around his shaft, snug but welcoming, taking him inch by inch into her hot, wet depths.
Ember’s lashes fluttered, and her lips parted with a shuddering breath, but she didn’t look away from him as he pressed deeper.
A low growl rumbled from his chest. He slammed his hands down on the bed to either side of Ember’s head, curling his claws into the bedding.
He’d felt her from within with his tongue and fingers, had experienced her tightness, her heat, but it had been nothing compared to this.
The feel of her clamped around his cock was at once maddening torture and rapturous bliss.
Nyte snapped his hips forward, thrusting into her until she’d taken every last bit of him.
Ember’s head tilted back, his name spilling from her lips.
His grip on the bedding tightened as pleasure quaked through him, shaking his being to his very core, and his tail whipped around her ankle and coiled tight.
“Your cock feels so good inside me.” Ember scoured her nails down his chest as she parted her thighs farther, taking him deeper.
Nyte shuddered. “And you, witch… You feel divine.”
Her hands cradled his jaw, and even that touch sent a delightful flare of sensation through him. She pulled his head down until their mouths were a hairsbreadth apart. “Say my name.”
He searched her eyes, seeking…what? Deception?
Selfishness? Some reason to deny her? But as he stared, he found himself only more lost in her gaze, more lost in her.
If the connection he felt to this mortal woman was a ploy, if it was a farce, he’d accept it just to experience these feelings a little longer.
Grazing his lips across hers, he rasped, “Ember.”
He felt her smile before she closed her eyes and pressed her mouth to his. Groaning, he returned the kiss with a hunger that belied his outward calm. And she opened to him without hesitation, allowing him to deepen the kiss, to claim her mouth as fully as he was her body.
Banding his arms around her, Nyte rolled onto his back, taking her along until she sat astride him. She moaned as her body settled upon him, her sex clenching around his cock.
With a hiss, Nyte slid his hands to her hips and turned his mouth to her ear. “Ride me, witch.”
She lifted her head and pushed the hair out of her face to meet his gaze, propping her hands on his chest.
He grinned and guided her pelvis, grinding her clit against his groin.
“Nyte,” she moaned.
“Take your pleasure, Ember. Let me bear witness to it.”
Pushing herself up, she sat back on him, causing his cock to sink deeper. His fingers flexed, and he resisted the urge to flip her over again and take his pleasure from her body himself. No… He wanted to see her.
Ember braced her knees on the bed and rose, allowing her cunt to drag along his shaft before she lowered herself back down, taking him slow and deep. Her head dropped back, and her eyes fluttered shut as she curled her nails into his chest. “Nyte, those ridges…”
He chuckled, though the sound was shaky in the face of the ecstasy created by her deliberate movements. “That’s it, witch. Keep going.” He bucked his pelvis upward, shoving into her and making her gasp. “Look at me.”
She did as he commanded, her brow pinched with desperation.
“Good female.” He summoned a wisp of shadow to swirl around her clit. “Look at me while you take my cock into that sweet cunt.”
“Nyte…” Ember whimpered, but she didn’t look away from him.
Her breath quickened as she continued moving up and down on his cock, guided by his grip on her hips. Each time her inner walls glided over his shaft, each time she took him into her hot body, pleasure spiraled through him, and the pressure in his core intensified.
Ember’s need seemed equal to his own, for her pace soon became frantic even as the heat in her eyes grew. He matched her movements without thought, his body responding to her instinctively, feeling everything, watching everything.
Blasts of pleasure coursed through him each time she came down, making his limbs taut, followed by whispers of euphoria as she lifted up again.
Every time she rose, he felt like she’d tear the very essence of his being out if she were to slide off him.
Like he’d simply cease to be if their connection was severed.
Her body was a wonder to behold. The rosy color on her skin, the bouncing and swaying of her large breasts, the silver hair brushing over her shoulders, those gleaming blue eyes.
He stared as her body took in his cock again and again, as his dark length disappeared inside her only to reappear, coated in her essence.
Stared, ravenous, as her cunt stretched around him.
This was a taste of the paradise mortals thought they could attain after death. This was bliss given physical form, the peak of sensation, of intimacy.
And it wasn’t enough.
Nyte wanted more, needed more. He wanted every part of Ember, to hold, to covet, to possess.
Every part.