Chapter 10 #3
He pulled back and sat on his knees so he could look at me. I wanted to cover myself from him, but I didn’t. Not when his gaze held that intense reverence, like he was memorizing every curve of me. My stomach fluttered, and my breath hitched.
His large hand rested on my stomach before sliding downward, slow, deliberate.
Like he was mapping something he intended to keep.
My legs fell open instinctively, responding to him even as my mind spun.
A soft moan escaped me when his fingers met me, his focus pinned on where he touched.
My eyes closed as he carefully pressed a finger inside me, each movement deliberate, measured.
“Two fingers.” I guided him, my voice trembling slightly. He obeyed, and I felt the heat spread through me as he pushed two fingers inside.
“Fuck,” he sighed, and I bit my lip, a mix of pleasure and desire burning in my chest. I sat up slightly, wanting to see him, but my eyes immediately found his length, hard and tempting.
Reaching forward, I took him in my hand, mimicking the motion he had shown me.
His eyes fluttered closed as a deep moan rumbled from him.
I moved faster, my pulse racing, and he pressed his hips into my hand, urging me on. After a minute, he stopped me, and my chest fell as I gasped, wanting more.
“I don’t want to cum unless I’m inside you,” he muttered, leaning over me. I felt him at my entrance, hot and firm, and looked up into his eyes, my own filled with need and anticipation.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, throat tight with anticipation.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything before, Elowyn.”
“Me too.” I nodded, my fingers grazing his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steady pulse beneath my touch.
Slowly, Abe pushed his hips forward. My breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped as he filled me completely. His eyes never left mine, drinking me in, and the weight of him pressing into me made my body hum with need.
“Oh, fuck.” I moaned, and a shiver raced down my spine as he settled inside me. Every inch of him made me gasp.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice low and possessive.
I nodded, though my body throbbed and clenched, craving more, needing him deeper. He kissed me, soft at first, lips brushing mine, then teasing, exploring, his tongue threading with mine in slow, deliberate circles that made me shiver and arch into him.
“Wait, give me a moment. It hurts a little.” My voice trembled, and he stilled immediately, leaning down to kiss me, letting me melt against him. His tongue glided along mine again, slower this time, deep and heated, coaxing every ounce of tension out of me.
I moved my hips against him, testing. “Gods, you feel good,” I moaned.
“Fuck, Elowyn, I am not going to last long if you keep making these noises.” His voice was low, rough, vibrating through me.
“You can move faster; it doesn’t hurt anymore,” I whispered, fingers threading into his hair as I rolled my hips, pressing every bit of me against him.
“I’ve thought of this a lot, and I did not do you justice, Elowyn,” he admitted.
His lips trailed down my neck, sucking, nipping, and I gasped, arching, pressing my hips into him.
His hand gripped my hip as he moved his mouth down to my nipple, flicking his tongue over it before drawing it into his mouth.
His teeth bit into my flesh teasingly. My fingers clutched his arms, feeling the tense muscles flex beneath my grip, his hardness driving me wild.
He pulled back and looked down at me. Then his gaze turned red, and his eyes flickered over me as he thrust hard and deep into me.
“Stars above, you need to see how fucking pretty you look. You should see what I see,” he said. “Because I don’t want you forgetting who you belong to when I’m done.”
Before I could even speak, his magic shimmered around us, and a mirror materialized on the ceiling above our bed. I froze, not from surprise, but from the way his gaze flicked between my reflection and my face, like he was watching me watch myself. Like he wanted the image burned into me.
Abram leaned back on his knees, watching himself slide inside me from above.
His lips curved into a predatory smile as he turned his gaze to me again.
My heart hammered as his hands slid down my thighs, over my hips, gripping me firmly.
Another powerful thrust sent me gasping, my body bouncing against his.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mirror. Every movement, the rise and fall of my breasts, the arch of my back, the flush creeping up my chest was reflected, doubled, magnified. I saw him in me, felt him in me, and the sight made me shiver uncontrollably.
“You look ruined for anyone else,” he growled. “Exactly how I want you." His eyes locked with mine as we both caught glimpses of ourselves from above. “Look at yourself, Elowyn. Look at how perfect you are for me.”
Abe’s mouth found mine again, tongues tangling, hot and demanding, and I gripped him, moving with him faster, harder, letting the rhythm consume us.
His mouth was on my neck as I pulled him to me, my thighs wrapping around him. My gaze moved to the mirror. I watched my hand run along his muscled back before digging my nails into his flesh.
“You watching us, wife?” he asked.
“Yes." Being watched like this, by him, with nowhere to hide, made everything sharper, louder, impossible to ignore.
“And you were made to be below me, taking everything I give you. Now be a good girl,” he murmured, “and watch while I make you mine.”
His hips surged forward and rocked the entire bed. His heavy breathing was filling the space, and every noise made me roll my hips to his. His eyes never left mine in the reflection, like breaking the connection would cost us something.
“Yes, just like that.” I moaned loudly.
“I’m almost there,” I breathed, voice thick with lust. “Don’t stop.”
Without warning, Abram turned me over, pressing me down into the bed. The movement stole my breath—not rough, but decisive. His hands locked onto my hips, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
The mirror followed, sliding deliberately until it hovered in front of my face.
His hand threaded into my hair and pulled, angling my face toward the mirror so I couldn’t look away.
“Don’t look away,” he said quietly. “You’re going to watch until I’m done.”
Heat flooded my chest, sharp and dizzying. Abram’s eyes burned crimson. His magic coiled tight around him, heavy in the air, pressing in on every breath. My mouth fell open with every thrust.
His grip tightened just enough to remind me I didn’t get to decide.
He gave me a predatory smile in the mirror when I met him thrust for thrust. "That's it, Elowyn, show me how much you want me."
His hips slammed into me over and over, watching my face, before letting out a loud, ragged moan as he emptied himself inside me. I clutched him, pressing into every pulse, riding my own release in a shuddering, mind-blurring wave of heat.
“Remember this,” he said, eyes locked on mine in the glass. “This is how you look when you’re mine.”
I called out his name as his magic exploded out of him, filling the space with star mist.
“Abe,” I gasped, every nerve alive as I rolled against him, soaking in the orgasm racing throughout my body. I could hear Nyxthra purring in my mind.
His fingers dug into my flesh as he tugged me up so my back was flush with him. He buried his face into my neck and moaned.
“Gods, Elowyn,” he whispered. “Fuck.”
We both fell onto the bed. Abe rolled off, but his eyes lingered on me, dark and curious.
“I look forward to doing that as often as we can,” he said, voice ragged and heavy with desire.
I nodded, chest heaving, eyes wide as the enormity of being this close to him hit me. Naked next to a god, utterly exposed, I felt a thrill of vulnerability and arousal twist together. I sat up, legs trembling.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting up,” I murmured, but he moved first, pressing me back down with a possessive hand.
“No, you don’t need to run. Stay in bed with me all day,” he whispered into my ear, lips brushing against my skin, warm and dangerous. “We have so much more to explore with each other.”
My stomach flopped as he kissed my neck.
The realization settled in my chest. He would learn all of this for his mate.
I was temporary. But even as the thought flitted through my mind, I couldn’t focus on it because Abram pulled me into him as he laid on his back.
My face rested on his chest, and I listened to the soft beating of his heart.
I was fucked.