Chapter 12 #3
He teased the fabric of my underwear with his lips, coaxing my hips to roll forward. Teeth grazed me, sharp and delicious, and I moaned aloud. With one swift motion, he tore the thin fabric aside, burying his face between my legs.
“Fuck,” I whispered, trembling.
Abram pulled back just enough to look up at me, eyes dark, his breath ragged.
“Don’t be shy, Elowyn. I want to hear you fall apart in front of all these people.”
Two fingers slid inside me, slow and deliberate, as his mouth returned to me. His tongue circled and swirled, and my body shook uncontrollably.
“Abram,” I moaned, hands tangling in his hair, tugging him closer.
Faint laughter drifted around us, yet no one noticed. Abram groaned against me, fingers moving deeper, his mouth devouring me with a rhythm designed to drive me insane. Every movement, every touch, was an act of worship, and I had never felt more consumed.
The glow of lanterns flickered across faces around us, strangers laughing, talking, completely oblivious.
My pulse thundered in my ears. The thought that no one knew what we were doing only made the heat between us sharper, more urgent.
Abram’s eyes locked on mine, dark and unyielding, daring me to resist him, and I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
Abram sucked my clit into his mouth, pushing me harder into the wall behind me as he devoured me. He grabbed my leg, tossing it over his shoulder so he could get closer. His eyes opened, watching my every reaction.
He ran his tongue through my pussy before sticking his tongue out and urging me to move. I was too consumed in him to care about anything but cumming against his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and tugged him against every roll of my hips.
“That’s it, Abram, don’t stop,” I begged loudly.
His eyes fluttered closed as he moved faster against me. His fingers, his mouth, everything was too much.
“Suck, Abram. I’m so fucking close.”
He sucked, and I fell against the wall and called his name to the heavens as I came, my mind body shaking in ecstasy. Abram hummed around me as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. He licked once more before standing up, then kissed me, tongue tangling with mine.
But my hands were already working on his trousers. Our mouths collided, teeth, tongues, and his hands ran all over me. Abram pulled back just enough that our lips brushed against each other as he breathed heavily. My hand wrapped around him, stroking him.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
He lifted me by the legs and slammed into me.
“Godsdamn it,” he ground out.
He pulled out of me slowly before he thrust back into me. His hand wrapped around my neck, his tongue running over my skin before claiming my mouth with his again. Abram’s hips thrust up into me harder.
“Abram.” I was already breathless.
My eyes opened, glancing at all the people that surrounded us. The heat in my stomach made me dig my fingers into Abram’s shoulders.
He thrust up into me again, deeper, harder, stealing what little breath I had left. His fingers tightened around my throat, just enough to make my pulse flutter wildly beneath his grip. His mouth dragged along my jaw, claiming every inch he could reach.
“Look at them,” he murmured against my lips, voice thick with hunger. “All of them… so close. And not one of them knows you’re riding my cock like you were made for it.”
A shiver tore through me. I forced my eyes open, my breath hitching as I took in the crowd milling around us laughing, talking, brushing past mere inches away.
Abram’s magic shimmered faintly against my skin, invisible to everyone and potent enough that no one could see us. But I could, and it sent something wicked through me. The thrill of it shot straight to my core.
“Abram,” I gasped, clutching at him as his hips snapped up again, sending heat crashing through my stomach. “Gods—”
He growled softly, his hand squeezing my throat just enough to make my vision flutter at the edges. “You like this,” he said, lips curling into something wicked. “Being fucked while they stand right there. While they could reach out and touch you if they took one more step.”
My nails dug into him. “Yes,” I whispered, barely a sound. “Fuck, yes.”
He smirked darkly. “My perfect wife.”
Abram shifted his grip, pulling me down onto him harder, forcing every inch inside me. My breath tore out of me in a broken gasp.
“Don’t look away,” he ordered, leaning in to bite at my lower lip. “Keep your eyes open while I fuck you. I want you to watch how close they get.”
A man walked by, brushing the air inches from us hidden in the shadows. My heart stuttered. My body clenched violently around Abram.
His hand tightened around my throat again. “There she is,” he whispered. “My good girl, choking on her own breath because you know how filthy it is, letting me take you while others are so close.”
His free hand slid between us, fingers teasing over my clit with agonizing slowness. My body jerked. His hips slammed up to meet me.
“Abram, fuck, I can’t—”
“You can,” he growled. “And you will. You’re going to cum for me right here, in front of all of them. While I’m buried so deep you can barely breathe.”
His thumb pressed harder, circles tightening, timed with every brutal thrust.
I tried to look away, just for a heartbeat, but he caught my chin and forced my gaze forward again.
“No,” he murmured, breath hot against my ear. “Look. At. Them.”
Someone laughed nearby. Someone else walked past close enough to stir the air. And gods, I felt myself unraveling.
“Let me hear how desperate you are,” Abram whispered, thrusting up into me so hard a whine broke in my throat. “They won’t see. They won’t know. But I will. I feel every fucking second you enjoy this.”
My vision blurred. My breath came in ragged, broken gasps. His hand tightened. His hips pounded up into me.
“Abram—please—I’m—”
“Cum for me,” he hissed against my mouth. “Do it. Now.”
And I shattered. His name tore out of me as I fisted my hands in his shoulders, pulling him closer like I needed him to breathe. My vision blurred as my orgasm rolled out in waves, overtaking with its ferocity.
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, fucking up into me harder, faster. “So fucking perfect.”
Abram’s grip bruised my hips as he slammed into me one last time, burying himself deep and cumming with my name pouring from his lips like worship.
Abram’s breathless exhale warmed the side of my neck as he drew back, kissing me like he was starving for me, like he was made to devour me. My chest tightened, the ache inside me turning primal, raw.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, something curious flickering behind his red gaze before it drifted to my chest, watching the way I breathed for him.
Slowly, his eyes lifted to mine again, and he traced the lines of my face with a touch so reverent it stole what air I had left.
“I don’t want this to end,” he confessed, voice low, aching. “I don’t know how the heavens don’t see that you are already mine.”
Tears stung my eyes as he looked confused and hurt at his confession. Gods, I was deeply in love with him.
He reached forward and fixed my dress before pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Abram…” I didn’t know what to say.
“We will figure it out,” he whispered. “Maybe fate is being cruel and pretending like we aren’t mates.”
I stared at him. “Do you want to be mates?”
His eyes widened at my question before he nodded. “Yes.”
The ache in my chest became frantic at his answer. I stepped forward and slammed my mouth over his. Maybe he would love me back. Maybe he was my mate. Maybe I would get to be happy with the one person I wanted more than anything.