Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
VENNOX
The taste of her clung to my tongue like something sacred.
Sweet. So impossibly, devastatingly sweet that every rational thought I possessed had been incinerated.
I had consumed nothing in my entire life that came close to what she had given me.
Her arousal filled my mouth, sweet and rich, and every time I swallowed, the flavor bloomed anew, bright and alive.
My spirit swirled and knotted, pressing to be free; I thought my ribs might crack.
I braced above her, arms shaking, every muscle in my body locked in open revolt against my own restraint.
Her heat reached me before I even pressed forward, a searing, devastating warmth at the tip of my phallus that dissolved rational thought faster than I could form it.
Wet. She was so wet that I could feel it against me, and the slow, deliberate tilt of her hips nearly undid me.
“Quin.” I croaked out her name. My hips surged forward without permission, and I dragged them back, shaking. “Tell me you choose me.” The words came out ragged, barely speech. “I am one breath from losing this fight entirely.”
She didn’t answer with words. Her hands slid past my hips and grabbed hold of my backside, hard, impatient, her fingers pressing into muscle and scale, and she pulled me forward at the same moment she rolled her hips upward, her petals parting as my swollen tip breached her sex.
“Yes,” she said, somewhere beneath the roaring in my ears. “Now stop talking.”
My spirit slammed against the inside of my sternum, caged and feral.
The thrumming that had been building within me since the moment her hand first found me through the fabric of my kiltus, erupted in flames.
This was no measured vibration I wielded to comfort or soothe, no deliberate rhythm I could summon or silence at will.
It poured through me with a force beyond my command, resonating through my scales, my bones, every part of my body as my essence strained toward hers.
My essence pressed outward, desperate to reach the female the Spirits had chosen for me.
The vibration spread through the bunk until the metal beneath us hummed in answer, and somewhere deep within me, I recognized the truth with absolute certainty.
My spirit had found its complement. Nothing in this world could have held it back now.
I pressed forward, and her body opened around me with a silken grip that drew a feral sound from my throat. She was impossibly hot inside, her walls smooth and slick and clinging to me like they were trying to pull me deeper.
Her welcoming softness gripped me with a pressure that bordered on painful, every ridge and contour of her inner walls mapping themselves against my girth as I sank deeper.
She was so tight that my vision blurred at the edges, and the wet silk of her surrounded me completely, and I could feel her pulse through the walls of her sex, rapid and alive.
I sank deeper, the softness of her a vise that threatened to shatter my control.
Her body stretched around my girth with a yielding, perfect friction that stole the air from my lungs.
When I was buried to the hilt, when I could feel the scorching press of her core flush against my base, the world dissolved into blinding white before it sharpened and resolved into a single point.
The shawra blossomed across my scales, a radiant mark that threw piercing blue light across the walls of the sealed room. The blue was so bright it lit up every corner, painting Quin’s skin in shades of silver and blue.
A wisp of my essence emerged through the portal, coiling into the air like living smoke.
It was like breathing for the first time.
My spirit surged outward, reaching for her, and when it met hers, it found something bright and fierce and achingly vulnerable.
When our spirits met, there was no hesitation.
They recognized one another instantly, and the joining was neither gentle nor tentative.
It was fierce, beautiful, and absolute, a collision of two souls that had been searching for each other across distances I could not comprehend.
Her pleasure hit me like a wave, flowing into me through the bond that was forming between us, and it was everything.
The aching fullness she felt around my length.
The inferno building at her core. The way her inner walls clenched and released in rhythmic pulses that mirrored the thrumming resonating through me.
I felt all of it as if it were my own, and the sensation doubled back on itself, her pleasure feeding into mine, feeding into hers, an infinite loop of sensation that built and built until I could not tell where I ended and she began.
Her body was a revelation. Soft where I was hard.
The give of her flesh beneath my hands, the way her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the delicate architecture of her ribs expanding and contracting beneath skin that flushed with arousal.
I felt all of it through the wisp of our spirits coalescing.
Her intimate embrace was a living thing around me.
It gripped and released, while the wet heat of her was so intense it felt like I was being consumed by flame.
Every ridge of my shaft dragged against her walls as I pulled back, and the friction drew a sound from her that I felt in my bones.
When I surged forward again, sinking deep, she arched beneath me, and our bond grew stronger.
“Vennox.” My name on her lips was a benediction. Her hands slid from my shoulders to my chest, fingers splaying across the shawras that blazed between us, and the contact sent a bolt of pure sensation that made my hips stutter. “I can feel you. I can feel everything.”
“Quin.” I could barely form the word. My voice was gone, destroyed, reduced to little more than a ragged whisper. The thrumming had reached a pitch that vibrated through every cell in my body, and I could feel her pleasure building alongside mine, cresting toward an overwhelming release.
I pulled back and plunged in again, and her body welcomed me with a clench that made stars burst behind my eyes. I could feel her approaching the edge. The tension coiling at the base of her spine, the heat gathering between her thighs, the way her inner walls began to flutter around me.
And then she shifted.
One moment I was above her, rocking into her with slow, measured thrusts, and the next her hands were on my chest, and she was pushing, rolling us both with a strength that surprised me.
I went with it because she wanted it. The room tilted, and she was above me, straddling my hips.
Her dark hair fell around her face like a curtain, her gray eyes blazing with something fierce and determined.
“I told you,” she said, and her voice was rough and edged with dry humor. “I’m driving.”
She rose on her knees.
The movement dragged my cock nearly free of her body.
The slow, deliberate withdrawal, the cool air hitting the slick length of me, pulled a sharp breath from my lungs and sent my hands to the soft give of her hips, fingers pressing into warm flesh.
She hovered there for a moment, the head of me barely inside her, and the expression on her face was one of pure, unguarded hunger.
Then she sank down, taking all of me in one slow, devastating drop, and the sound that left my throat was not a moan but closer to a roar. Her body consumed me, her sheath stretching around my girth with a yielding resistance that made my muscles lock, as she seated herself fully.
She began to move. Not the frantic, desperate rhythm of need, but controlled and deliberate. She rolled her hips in slow, grinding circles, and every rotation dragged the ridges of my shaft against her inner walls in ways that made the bond scream with shared pleasure.
Alongside mine, her pleasure built with each rotation, climbing higher and higher, feeding into the thrumming that poured from my chest. The heat of her, so intense it felt like my scales might melt.
She rose and fell, each descent driving me deeper, each ascent dragging me nearly free, the exquisite friction building into a slow torment that had my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.
Her pace increased, the grinding circles giving way to something more urgent, and her breath came in short, desperate gasps that I felt through the bond as clearly as I heard them.
Her pace grew frantic. She rode me with abandon, her body slamming down onto mine with a force that drove the air from my lungs, and the wet, obscene sound of our joining filled the sealed room. Her inner walls fluttered around me, and through the bond I could feel her climbing ever higher.
We both hovered on the sharp edge of release. The bond had synchronized our pleasure so completely that we were moving toward the same edge at the same speed, and the shawra between us glowed with an incandescent light that turned the room into a cathedral of blue.
I thrust upward. Hard. Deep. Driving into her with a force that lifted her off the bunk, and her body clenched around me like a fist, and the bond snapped.
Her inner walls clamped down around me with a rhythmic, pulsing grip. A merciless milking. I felt her release as it ripped through her body and into mine, and my own release chasing hers.
I came with a force that made stars burst behind my eyes. My seed flooded her in hot, pulsing waves, and the shawra erupted between us, a blaze of incandescent light. The bond surged, solidifying into
She collapsed forward against my chest, her body trembling with aftershocks, her breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck.
Our shawras blazed between us, its light gradually dimming from that blinding incandescence to a steady, warm glow that cast soft shadows across the walls.
My thrumming slowed, the thunderous vibration gentling to a deep, soothing hum that resonated through both our bodies.
I could feel her heartbeat against both of mine.
Steady and strong as her essence swirled with mine, bright and fierce and achingly vulnerable.
I opened myself to her completely, letting her feel everything, the reverence and the need that had been building inside me since the first moment I saw her.