Chapter 54
My hands ball in his shirt and I pull him toward me again. Our gazes are locked as we take every step, turning. A predatory gleam shines in his gaze, one I respond to in kind.
Let us both surrender to each other—to fate. Shatter every pretense. Be what we were made to be by destiny.
Lovers.
The backs of his legs hit the bed. His hands are on my waist, pulling me firmly against him. There’s nothing but heat and heavy breathing through parted lips barely touching.
Without warning, I push him onto the bed. Kaelis falls easily, sliding back, giving space for me to crawl on top of him. My hair frames his face as I kiss him again, slower, deeper, as if my tongue is laced with poison and I want to ensure he has a fatal dose.
As I trail tongue and teeth down his jaw and his neck, he rasps, “Twenty, I cannot have enough of you.”
The words ignite something rebellious in me. “Are you sure about that?”
“Very.”
I lean back, straddling him, looking down at the man helpless under my hands. Almost nonchalantly, I unbutton his shirt as I rock my hips, feeling the length of his erection straining against his pants.
He grips my thighs. His words are little more than a growl. “That’s it…Take what’s yours.”
Peeling away the shirt, I splay my hands across his bare chest. Beneath all those layers of tailored fabric he armors himself in, he’s just a man. Muscled, but wiry. A pale frame in a pool of dark clothes. One of his hands tangles in my hair while the other continues to grip my thigh possessively.
“Fuck me,” Kaelis demands.
“So vulgar.” I tsk. “Simply fucking you isn’t going to be enough to satiate me. I am going to take my time enjoying bringing the infamous Prince Fucking Kaelis to his knees.”
A low, tortured groan escapes him. His nails rake against my scalp as he grabs my hair almost painfully. I continue grinding against him, my own arousal going right to my head.
“You’re really going to draw this out?” His voice is strained, hands trembling on me. As if he can barely control himself—barely keep himself from taking control.
I lean down, lips brushing against his as I whisper, “Yes, and I will delight in it.” I kiss him once more down his neck, his collarbone, and shift lower, planting kisses across his chest and nipples.
My tongue circles them like an instruction for what I want him to do to me.
I close my teeth around them, harder and harder, until he lets out a low hiss, nearly flinching. At that second, I release, then repeat.
Tortured groans escape him between strings of curses. I shift lower still, moving my body to give myself access to his pants. But I don’t undo them just yet. Instead, I graze my hand over the straining erection, fingers closing around it for only a heartbeat before releasing.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Just a hand on him and his head is tipping back at the friction.
As I unbutton his trousers, a card rises from my deck. His eyes dart to it immediately, then to mine. I give a coy smile that turns his unease to curiosity.
The Page of Coins grants expertise in something for a single day. I am not inept when it comes to sex, that I know well enough. But I am not an expert in him. Not anywhere close yet. And tonight, I want to be. I want to drive him insane.
Magic hits me right as his cock springs free.
Just the sight of it has my clothes fitting too tight.
But I can be patient. Confidence swells within me, and I know exactly what to do as I see him shift his hips slightly.
His hands gripping for the sheets. The moment my lips wrap around him, Kaelis lets out a deep moan that fills every corner of the darkening room.
Little by little, I take him in my mouth, painfully slow.
The muscles in his legs, stomach, and ass all tense and relax.
Thanks to the card, I know he’s fighting bucking.
He’s struggling for control, and it is the most erotic thing I could’ve never even imagined.
He wants to surrender. He’s desperate to submit.
Yet that wars with an insatiable need to grab me and take me.
I swirl my tongue around the head, suck, and relax. Both of his hands find my head, pushing gently. More, they say with their quivering fingers. I take his full length into my mouth, and the second I do, he lets out a low groan.
At first, I set the pace—slow, then faster. His low growl of “Fuck” is the only warning I get before his grip on my hair tightens and his hips start to move. I let him lead, one hand finding his balls, massaging them gently. He hisses as I do.
His breathing shifts. His movements become more reckless. Be it magic or practice, I know exactly what my prince sounds like when he’s reaching his climax.
I pull away without warning, saliva dripping down my chin and onto his cock. “No…Not yet.”
Our eyes lock, and he lets out a frustrated growl. His cock twitches, aching for release. One hand is still in my hair, and I can almost see the fantasy playing out in his mind to force my face back down onto him.
“It’s my turn,” I command.
His eyes widen in hunger and excitement. Kaelis sits and grabs my face with both hands, kissing me fully. I wonder if he can taste himself on my tongue. If he can, he devours whatever traces he left in my mouth.
I’m pushed onto my back, and a card rises from his own deck, still close at hand from where it resides in his coat pocket on the bed.
The Five of Coins shines, and with a golden glimmer, my clothing disappears.
The mere feeling of his magic cascading over me has my eyes rolling back.
My skin prickles in the cold air of his room—with anticipation for what is to come.
“There she is,” he murmurs, looking down at me with what can be described only as pure desire mixed with sheer admiration.
Without hesitation, Kaelis buries his face between my thighs, finding my clit with expert precision.
I let out a low moan, eyes instantly closing as though it is too much sensation to even see while he’s eating my cunt.
He closes his mouth around my clit and sucks lightly.
I bite my knuckles in response. The second he sees the reaction, he lets out a low, satisfied sound that feels like it vibrates straight from my clit to my core.
I grab his hair, grinding my hips into his face. Kaelis hooks his arms under my legs, lifting them over his shoulders, giving him even deeper access. My moans come fast and free with every heave of my chest.
“So…so fucking good. Don’t stop,” I plead.
He lets out another noise that is part agreement and part amusement, not even removing his tongue from my clit long enough to speak. Then another card rises from his deck…
The Ace of Swords disappears with a small whisper of wind. Light and shadow carried by currents of air writhe up my body as he continues. The magic swirls around my breasts, caressing my nipples, coaxing them into peaks.
At the same time, he pushes two fingers inside of me. Curling them in an almost beckoning motion, as if coaxing out my orgasm. My hips shoot off the bed, and he fucking purrs against me. As if he is the one getting pleasure from all this.
The climax hits hard and fast, overwhelming me. I damn near rip out his hair. But all I hear is a low hum of amusement between sucking and licking. His fingers don’t stop, not even as my back relaxes onto the bed. The whole world is hazy.
It was one of the best orgasms of my life, and I’m not even close to satiated.
“On your back,” I demand.
He quickly complies, rolling onto his back and shedding the last of his clothing in the process.
Legs wide, it is as if he’s offering that glorious, throbbing cock to me.
I crawl back on top of him, ready to finish what I started earlier, hips grinding, using the slickness of my climax as lubrication.
His hands are on my thighs again, nails digging in, dragging lines into my flesh as he tips his head back with a throaty groan.
Shifting my hips, I let him slip into me with one easy movement, more than ready to take all of him.
Even still, I let out a gasp. Not in pain, but in the immediate and immense pleasure of the fullness he brings.
Leaning forward, I grab the back of his neck, kissing him like the world is ending around us and this is all that matters. I can still taste myself on his lips.
Kaelis’s grip moves to my waist; he guides and braces, pounding into me. Breaking the kiss, he rasps in my ear, “That’s it.” Hands rake through my hair. “Surrender to this. We’re helpless to fight it.”
I can’t form a coherent sentence. Not even a single word.
There’s a flash of another card being cast, and suddenly my whole body feels as if it’s covered in a layer of frost as thin as the wings of a butterfly.
He rises, sitting and wrapping his arms around me—the sudden change from cold to hot has all my senses heightening.
My legs hook around his waist. The heat of his body is almost enough to boil me alive, but then he leans me back—supporting me—as his mouth closes around my nipple.
The contrast in temperatures turns my shivering into shuddering.
“You feel so good,” I groan. Never have I felt more alive.
With a growl of approval, he grabs two handfuls of my ass, and another card rises from his deck. This one I see—the Eight of Wands. Enhanced movement. What in the Twenty is he doing with that?
The answer is obvious as Kaelis begins pounding into me with desperation. His cock nearly splits me in two. I cling to him for support as the world goes hazy. The room is a cacophony of his deep, throaty, lust-filled moans, my desperate gasps, and the creaking of the bed.
“Fuck.” It’s all I can say. The only word I know. Every thought has been pounded from my head, and I love him for it.
He grins wickedly, clearly enjoying my desperation for more. “As you wish.”
Kaelis lifts me off him. My legs unravel from his waist, and I’m on my knees, facing him.
He turns me toward one of the bedposts. I grab it instinctively for support.
Another card—the Three of Coins—and a strip of fabric is severed from the blankets, tying my wrists to the post. But instead of entering me right away, he hovers, lightly rubbing his tip along my slit.
“Stay where I want you. Where you’re meant to be.” His hands wrap around to fondle my breasts again as he enters.
Could I break free if I wanted? Absolutely. But there is a beauty in submission. A sweet release I’ve never felt before from thoughts or worry or fear.
“More,” I beg.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand grabbing my hair and pulling my head back so he can bite my neck without breaking his thrusts.
“Your greedy little thing,” I manage to reply.
That elicits a noise of primal satisfaction. His pace quickens. “Say it again.”
“Yours.”
“Who do you belong to?” A bite on my shoulder.
“You.”
“Fuck yes, you do.” His hips snap forward in a single thrust that he holds, as if trying to imprint his full length upon me. “And do you know why?”
All I can respond with is a whimper. I’m so full I can barely think.
“Because I belong to you.” He trails a finger down my spine that is as gentle as his whisper. “Because when this world turns to dust, I will still be yours. Every broken piece of me, every fragment, will be the jewels of your crown.”
Without even waiting for a response, he begins moving again. Kaelis’s hand reaches between my thighs to rub my clit. I can’t say anything more. All I can focus on is my building climax right up until the moment that it crashes over me, leaving me trembling.
I tighten around him, and Kaelis releases a low moan. I can imagine him watching my body twist and shudder. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself as deep as possible within me, reaching his own climax at last.
Wordlessly, he frees my hands, slipping from me and pulling me back. We collapse onto a sea of pillows and plush blankets. Kaelis brings my face to his, kissing me deeply, but far more relaxed, almost sloppy, as though he’s already succumbing to sleep.
“Fucking Twenty…I think you’ve ruined me,” he murmurs, eyes closed.
I study the way his long lashes rest against the swell of his cheeks through my own heavy lids. “The only things I think are ruined are our clothes and the sheets.”
The low rumble in his chest still, even after all that, makes my toes curl. He pulls me to him, arms heavy. I’m a puddle next to him, enjoying his warmth and the aroma of our sex as sleep settles heavily upon me.