Chapter 27 #2
“Star,” he leans down, hovering his mouth an inch over mine.
I find myself rising to my toes in anticipation, heat pooling at my core.
He makes a noise, a growl, before closing the space with a fierce capture.
Our lips move crazily, teeth gnashing, tongues lapping as we claw for each other.
My hand dips into his waistband, holding him wholly.
He captures my bottom lip between his teeth, drawing a small bead of blood that he sucks right up.
Every sense heightens because the bond demands it, us, this.
“My room. Now.” Cedric kicks his sword aside and picks me up, positioning my core right above his erection. My legs wrap around him with ease and his shadows swarm around us, his leash loosening.
We blitz through the doors, up the stairs and crash through the double doors leading to his suite. He kicks them shut before setting me on the bed. The velvet cover rubs against my hands as I take in a deep breath, trying to calm down the heat inside of me.
The heat which begs to be released.
Cedric pulls back from me slowly, examining me like prey. His shirt is untucked now, hair tussled from the fervor of our passion.
He brings his knuckle under his chin as his eyes cast a blazing trail up my body. Every nerve lights on fire as I toss my hair behind my shoulders and lean back more heavily on my hands. Slowly, I open my legs to him, the loose training skirt I chose this morning pools at my hips.
Cedric’s gaze is pure desire and the red of his hair catches in the cess light. With the curtains drawn, the intensity of this moment is everything I need.
Our bond needs.
“Breathtaking,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees before me as if to worship.
He reaches forward and pulls my hips closer to the edge of the bed, the velvet sliding under my bare lower half.
He takes his time looking at me, all of me.
From my ankles, he kisses a trail to the insides of my thighs, slow ministrations bringing my body to peak pleasure.
His hand rubs from the crease of my thigh down to my clit. The bundle of nerves alighting under his firm, warm touch. Cupping me, he looks up over my skirt and our eyes lock.
“The Gods have truly blessed me and I cannot fathom that you exist, before me, like this.” He slides a finger down into my wetness. “I want you to look at me when I touch you. I want you to watch me make love to you. Because you will remember this moment, if you cannot remember the others.”
A tear pricks in my eye at how raw this moment is. We’ve joined before, more in lust and need than anything else. But now, we know.
This is real.
Cedric and Liv, we are real.
I reach down and cup the sides of his face, his slight stubble prickling my palms. Our kiss is slow and passionate.
We take time to explore each other’s face before he gently lays me back down.
In one languid motion, he enters me with one finger and my breath hitches, hands fisting the fabric beneath me.
Cedric wraps an arm around my leg to hold me in place.
“Remember what I said, Liv.” I crane my head up just as he adds another finger, causing my hips to buck.
“Good girl, my eyes only,” he instructs, loosening his shirt ties with his free hand. As the last tie works loose, he dips down and brings his mouth to my core. I jump up and lean back on my hands.
“Cedric,” I moan, knowing how voicing his name affects him.
I can’t stop running my hand through his dark locks.
His hand grabs onto my thigh more intensely, as if he needs to be closer to me.
His tongue darts inside me, building the sensation that will undoubtedly bring me over the edge.
As if sensing my building climax, Cedric lightly scrapes his fangs along the interior of my thigh before adding his fingers back inside.
Everything builds and heightens tenfold. My muscles tense, my walls tightening around his fingers and my breaths quicken. Against his instruction, I close my eyes to dive into the stars behind my lids.
“Come for me, baby,” Cedric urges, keeping his pace the exact way I need it.
On his command I open my eyes and feel the whole-body explosion as it cascades over and over with every flick of his tongue. Tingles start in my toes and carry through the most sensitive spots in my body, and I grab my own breasts, kneading them as I ride it out.
Cedric gives me a final lick before pouncing on top of me.
“You, wet like this – it is very pretty,” he says, reaching between us and stroking me again. Overstimulated by my own release, I reach for him as well and take him wholly in my hand. I knew he was well endowed, but the size of him always shocks me.
He inhales tightly before removing his shirt and the rest of his pants. I scoot back up to the center of the bed, tossing down pillows aside.
“Seriously, how many pillows do you need?” I laugh. Cedric kneels between my legs and catches a silk one I toss at him mid-air.
“Ask my maids that question,” he chuckles before capturing my mouth ferociously. The taste of me still strong on his lips.
Everything in me yearns for that connection, him within me.
Cedric arches an eyebrow down at me before palming my right breast and taking it into his mouth.
Like this, Star?
You’re distracting me.
I groan into his mouth, trying to form audible words but I fail and claw at his back, trying to bring his hips more flush with mine.
Need.
Take.
Claim.
My body heats up and I open an eye to see my glowing hand wrapped around his neck. Cedric pauses and lifts his mouth from my breast, marveling at the dim glow emitting from my body.
“Iridescent. You are magic, Liv.” He slowly aligns himself with my center and begins to rub his length along my wet slit, lubing naturally. My own pleasure begins to build again, to my surprise, but really, how can I resist this man?
“Your eyes,” he reminds me. Once our eyes lock, searing into each other, he slowly enters me with a delicateness that I was not expecting. The control he is exercising is perfect because I need this to last longer.
To relish in this time.
My fangs come out at the tightening sensation wracking through my body.
A primal response. Cedric captures my mouth and rubs his tongue along the points in my mouth, subtle blood leaking before I lap it and bite his lip.
With every thrust, the precipice in which my orgasm hangs gets narrower and narrower.
Cedric hoists my legs up further, angling himself so that he can plunge deeper.
His hand roams up the side of my body and he sits back on his haunches, bringing me with him. With the straddle, I am reminded of our time in the heated pools of Gruyere. He picks me up under my ass and helps me bounce up and down, slowly and deeply.
Eagerly, I bring his hand to my throat and squeeze his fingers, indicating what I want.
“Oh yeah?” he whispers in my ear, goosebumps traveling up my arms. I am so close. I nod and squeak as he squeezes tighter, my vision blanking from ecstasy.
“Let my hand be your favorite necklace, Liv,” he groans, picking up the pace. The column of his throat calls to me, his dark blood pulsing and smelling rich from arousal. With no hesitation, I sink my teeth into his neck, drawing quick pulls of blood into my mouth.
In a quick move, he flips me around onto all fours. My ass rears up against him and I feel his length poke against me. A cool breeze heightens the sensitivity down there and I drop to my forearms, ready to take him in any capacity but I realize I’ve never been taken from behind.
“Wait,” I say, putting a hand on his. “I’ve never done it like this,” I admit.
Cedric pauses, considering his words. “Liv hasn’t, per se, but Elivienne has. Many times and she enjoyed it thoroughly. I suspect –” he slides himself along my wet slit and I arch my back – “that you might too.”
“Okay.” I dig my forearms into the sheets and spread my knees wider.
In any other situation, your partner mentioning another woman would be a turn off. But she isn’t the other. She’s within me and by the way my body reacts, I think I agree with her passions.
Cedric’s hand plants on my hip crease as he pulls me back to him. With his free hand, he guides himself back into me. As he reaches his hilt, the passion takes over in the moment. He begins plunging into me with no control, his hand smacking me and adding to the intensity of our joining tonight.
I grip one of the pillows we left on the bed, biting my mouth into the feathers. He grabs my throat and pulls me back against him as he continues his destroying thrusts. I turn my chin down and take his thumb into my mouth, sucking.
“Is,” he groans, “this good for you?”
“Yes,” I whine. Gods, yes.
Cedric hisses behind me and begins to build his movements.
I feel a natural encouraging of it, my hips finding a rhythm against him.
He drives into me, our climaxes coming to a peak together.
The aching feeling between my legs vibrates up into my lower belly and into my chest. With his thumb in my mouth, I puncture it slightly and suck his intoxicating blood again.
On my cue, Cedric slides my hair to the left and bites into my neck.
Everything bottled up within me from the last release comes to a head and Cedric pulls back so that we may look at each other in our pleasure.
His hands grip my hips as he slams into me one, two, three, four times in equal succession.
On the last thrust I scream, moan, something unintelligible before Cedric captures my mouth, groaning into it.
“Oh my Gods,” I moan into the space between us as he slows down, ebbing out the last pangs of our joining. The light my body emits slowly goes back under the surface.
“The Gods do not worship you as I do,” he replies kissing the healing spot where he drew my blood. “But I agree. That was…”
“Infinite.”
Cedric nods and pulls out of me slowly, bringing me down to the bed with him. Reaching over, he grabs his discarded shirt from the floor and wipes himself.