Chapter 14 #2
“I still don’t understand what you do to me, Carson,” I say breathlessly, my tail snaking around his leg, something I can’t seem to control.
His hands move up to cup my face, mine finding his waist and pulling him close to me. The electricity zinging between us as our skin connects beneath the water is so strong, I’m surprised we haven’t electrocuted ourselves.
His hardness presses against my abdomen, the pulsing between my legs picking up with my heart rate. Those damn enchanting eyes scan mine before he locks his lips to mine. The kiss is intense but brief, leaving me wanting more when he pulls back.
“Maybe we should keep trying to figure out what I do to you,” he murmurs, his hands moving slowly down from my face.
I can’t seem to form a word, let alone a sentence, so all I do is nod. Well, it’s not all I do—one hand moves from his waist, my fingernails gently dragging over his skin as I make my way toward his raging boner trapped between us.
With every inch my hand moves, his muscles tense and relax beneath my touch, a pattern I’m sure my body mirrors. His hands find my breasts, my eyes darting to his as he begins to roll my nipples between his fingertips.
The pleasure that rides through me from something so simple is unreal, and instantly I crave more. It takes everything in me to not release my inner demon and just jump his bones.
I want to savor the moment, enjoy the time spent getting to…well, what I hope we get to.
Reaching beneath the water, I take his cock in my hand and begin to pump him. He lets out another shaky breath, one of his hands releasing my nipple and moving his hand down until he submerges it.
His fingers find my clit, swirling around it and making my legs shake. My tail’s untamable thrashing is slightly subdued by the water, but every once in a while, it breaks the surface to accompany a moan leaving my mouth.
Gods, just having his hands on me… Touch me, please me… It isn’t enough. I want more of him. I want all of him.
“Carson.” I say his name through breaths, tipping my head back as another moan escapes. “I need you inside me now.”
Suddenly, one arm is wrapped around my waist, his other hand gripping my thigh as he hoists me up. I gasp, only letting the shock settle for a moment before wrapping my legs around his hips.
He stares into my eyes as he takes us closer to the waterfall. As we ascend the rocks, his dick teases me, bumping against the sensitive parts of me with every movement he makes.
The waterfall streams behind us, the mist much stronger this close. It’s a welcome coolness to the incredible heat he ignites in me—I’d almost bet we’re steaming up the falls.
His grip on me is so steady and strong. I remove one of my hands from his shoulders, reaching below me to continue pumping his cock. It throbs in my hand, only making my need for him grow.
With my legs securely around his hips, he adjusts his arms until both of them are hooked under my thighs. I bring my face to his, capturing his lips with mine as I line him up with my entrance.
As his tip slides inside me, I break the kiss, tiling my head back and inhaling sharply. He pushes in slowly, letting out a shaky breath of his own as his shoulders shudder.
There’s only pleasure on my mind as he inserts himself fully, and I moan, “Gods, all the way.”
His hold on my legs is tight, and I have no worry at all that he’ll let me fall. Each thrust is deep and drawn out, slower but firmer than I was expecting—and it feels otherworldly.
“Carson,” I say between breaths, wrapping my arms tightly around the back of his neck. “Fuck.”
The waterfall drowns out every sound we make, every word I say, but I know he can hear it all. This moment—our moment—is captured in the sound of the falls forever.
It makes this moment feel even more magical.
He picks up speed, still hitting me deeply with every buck of his hips. There’s no waver to his grip as he holds me—he’s so fucking strong, and it’s incredibly hot.
“You feel perfect.” He chokes the words out, hardly able to contain the sexy sounds that float from his lips. “You are perfect, my muse.”
His muse?
The fire inside me burns hotter than any of the flames of hell I’ve felt before. Just those words alone, paired with these deep, rhythmic thrusts, are almost enough to send me over the edge.
I wonder just how much my artist will like this little trick of mine…
My tail snakes up his leg, wrapping gently around his balls. I apply varying amounts of pressure, each moan or gasp of his enjoyment only making my own grow.
“I’m close—don’t stop!” I toss my head back, sliding one hand up, allowing my fingertips to intertwine with his soft hair.
Bringing his face closer to mine, he moans into my ear. “Where do you want me to—”
I grip his hair tighter, pulling his head back and looking into his eyes. “You stay right where you are, my artist.”
He doesn’t argue, my tail still fondling his balls as he angles me lower, allowing himself to hit me even deeper. Each thrust is cracking the walls down, my orgasm nearly boiling over.
But I want us to finish at the same time, Godsdamn it.
My tail’s pressure around him increases, and his balls tighten beneath me. He’s almost there, but so am I.
With a few final strong rolls of his hips, my walls come crashing down, pure ecstasy erupting through me. My orgasm practically milks his from him, his load filling me.
Slowly, he lifts me, an emptiness rushing through me as his cock withdraws. Holy hells, is this what sex is like with your fated mate? There’s no longer any doubt in my mind that I am so connected to him for that reason.
As he lowers me, I move with him—I don’t really want to fall ass-first onto the rocks. My first foot finds the ground, his hands steadying me as my other foot joins it. Our chests rise and fall fast and in sync, and all I can do is stare at him.
He wears a more serious expression, intensity embedded in his eyes. His forehead finds mine as he leans over, warmth radiating from each place our skin connects. My hands on his arms, his on my sides.
“Don’t worry…” I try to speak as I catch my breath. “There won’t be any half-demon children anytime soon.”
He chuckles, the muscles in his face shifting as he smiles. “I wasn’t worrying…but why’s that?”
My heart skips a beat, my mind going blank for a moment. He isn’t worried about the potential risk of having a baby with me? It isn’t a possibility, at least right now.
“Shadow demons can only have children through magic—a witch has to unlock our fertility, since before we were integrated with humanity, we only had children when we retired from our…duties.”
He nods against me gently, his voice soft. “So, if you wanted them one day, you have the option.”
“Yes, but I don’t think I want any…” I admit, my breath still shaky, only now it’s from nerves.
But why am I nervous right now?
Why is a future with him the only thing on my mind?
His hands rub my sides, pulling me closer. “That’s totally your call.”
I relax into him, my shoulders falling and my arms warm as they’re squished between us. My head rests against his chest, and for the first time in my entire life…I feel safe.
Even during my years living in Harmony Glen, which is as peaceful as can be, I haven’t ever felt 100 percent safe. There was always fear about my past catching up to me, the things I did before integrating.
And the fear of my brother coming along and fucking it all up, which I no longer need to worry about.
My tail wraps around his thigh, loosely this time, and I whisper, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he whispers back, giving me a squeeze.
“Did you mean what you said?” I ask, hoping he gets what I mean.
He lets out a chuckle. “About you being able to tell me anything?”
“No, not that.” I bite my lip, debating if I say any more. Fuck it, I need to. “When you called me your muse.”
There’s hardly a second of hesitation from him before he blurts, “Yes.”
I smile against him, a warm buzzing flowing through me. I’m his muse.
“Is that okay?” he asks, nervousness trapped between each word.
Tilting my head back to look up at him, I speak nothing but the truth as I tell him, “More than okay.”