Chapter Sixteen
Chapter
Sixteen
“Well, what do you think of our new home?”
So excited she could hardly contain the happy gemstone
tears, Jedda looked around the manor Azagoth had chosen for them on the outskirts of his little
city. The decor was exquisite in jewel tones and a mix of ancient Greece and
modern London, complete with a MIND THE GAP sign hanging in the kitchen.
But it was the bedroom that had Jedda finally shedding a
couple of tiny diamonds.
All of Razr’s hideous burlap robes
were gone, replaced by a closet full of new clothes. Even now, he looked absolutely edible in a pair of jeans, an untucked sapphire
shirt...and flip-flops. Well, she couldn’t fix everything.
Even better, a bed made to sleep four people comfortably
took up half of the room, there was a hot tub in the corner––a gift from Zhubaal and his mate, Vex, both of whom seemed to have an
affinity for them––and in another corner was a reading nook full of fiction and
nonfiction books about elves and gemstones.
The most fascinating thing, though, was the item lying in
the middle of the bed. The note attached to it said simply, Enjoy
~ Azagoth.
Razr scowled and picked it up. “Why would he give us a
crystal dildo? You’re like, allergic to quartz or something, right?”
Her cheeks burned so hot she thought she might catch on
fire. “Not...exactly.”
“You said you can’t touch it.”
“I said I can’t touch it in public.” She gave him a sheepish
grin. “Or if I plan to get anything done.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “What
are you not telling me?”
Emboldened by his curiosity, she slowly peeled out of her
clothes, making him watch as he held the sex toy in a white-knuckled death
grip. When she was completely naked, she gestured to him. “Your turn.”
Cursing, he tossed the dildo on the bed and stripped out of
his clothes so fast he might have set a record. He stood before her, his
massive erection curving upward into his flat belly. Lust rolled off him in a
wave of heat, and a rush of liquid desire dampened her core.
Not yet. First, she had to taste him.
She sauntered over, loving how his breath hitched as she
went to her knees in front of him. When she looked up at him, her own breath
caught at the worship in his expression. He wanted her as badly as she wanted
him, and nothing had ever been such a turn-on.
Licking her lips, she gripped his shaft with one hand and
cradled his sac with the other. He moaned when she closed her mouth over him
and took him deep.
“Jedda...”
Desire curled in her gut at the sound of her name, spoken in
a breathy, needy rasp. Sucking at the tip of his cock, she pumped her fist,
drawing a pleasured hiss from him and a sigh of anticipation from her. His
balls swelled as she rolled them between her fingers, and with each flick of
her tongue on the underside of his shaft, he jerked and let out whispered
curses.
She loved the power she had over him in
this moment. She could do anything she wanted to him,
and he’d beg her for it.
She eyed the dildo on the bed and…nah. Not now. But soon.
They’d play with it, and he’d let her put it anywhere she wanted to.
“Don’t...stop...” His guttural voice told her he was on the
edge, was right there, and sure enough, he came with a roar, his hips bucking
so hard she had to grip them to steady herself. He tasted like honey and
sunshine, which was a seriously pleasant surprise after dating only human men.
Angels were pretty awesome, she
decided.
She gave him a final lick, from the base of his shaft to the
top, and then she climbed onto the bed, the dildo within reach.
“So,” she said saucily, “wanna see
what happens when I touch quartz crystal?”
“Oh, yeah.” Razr’s half-lidded eyes took her in as she
palmed the penis-sized dildo.
Instant ecstasy washed over her, and she moaned as the
vibrations inherent to quartz filled her body. This was why gem elves avoided
it...except in private. Contact in public could end in humiliation and
sometimes, she’d heard, arrest.
Razr joined her on the mattress, and when he touched her, he
too was swept up in the seismic eroticism.
“Ah...damn,” he choked out. “This is like... It’s like...”
“Like being held at the verge of orgasm,” she finished
hoarsely. “Just wait...until I show you...all the things...we can...do
with...it.”
She tossed the dildo aside, needing to catch her breath, but
more importantly, needing to be with him. There was time for toys and
exploration later.
Panting, she pulled him to her and kissed him as he settled
his heavy body on top of her.
“Be with me,” she whispered.
“Always.” He spread her legs and kissed his way down her
neck, her breasts, her belly, nipping and licking, teasing her so brutally that
she was trembling by the time he dipped his head and kissed her center.
“Yes,” she moaned, but he denied her.
He nipped her inner thigh and then nuzzled her sex, his
fingers feathering light strokes in the crease of her thigh. Desperate for
more, she jammed her fingers through his hair and guided him where she needed
him to be.
He chuckled softly, but he didn’t spend any more time
torturing her. Easing his fingers inward, he penetrated her with one as he
flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit. She whimpered with need, bucking
when he did it again.
Fiery lashes of pleasure whipped through her as he tongued
her and pumped his fingers in her slick core, and with every second that
passed, the fever inside her built.
“You taste like cinnamon.” His voice was rough. So male. She
loved it. “I’m going to have you for dessert every night.”
On that promise, he replaced his fingers with his tongue,
lapping at her hungrily, his masculine purr of need vibrating her from her core
to her breasts, setting her off like an erotic bomb.
She panted through the detonation, the orgasm shattering
her, emotionally and physically. She didn’t even have a chance to recover
before he mounted her, impaling her with his hard shaft and setting her off
again.
He rocked against her, every stroke of his cock hitting a
spot deep inside that kept her riding the wave of ecstasy that went on and on.
How was this even possible? Her thoughts were a blur as he kissed her deeply
and surged into her like they were riding waves in a stormy sea.
His wings erupted from his back and came down around them
both, sealing them in a cocoon of safety and sensation. And as he shouted in his own climax, she joined him. Loudly. Breathlessly.
This was power. Not the kind that came from gemstones or
spells or Heaven.
This power came from love, and it was the strongest of them
all.