Chapter 12 #3
His head drops and we are like magnets pulled together.
Our lips are fierce, tinged by the salt of my tears.
One hand tangles in my hair, the other wrapping firmly around my waist. His touch is wild and hot.
A battle sparks beneath my skin. His lips are both worshipping and punishing.
The agony and pleasure blend in a maddening combination. I am addicted to the taste.
Idris’s breath is ragged as his mouth drops to my neck, his lips and tongue dancing over the skin and singeing my nerves like a naked flame.
I gasp for breath, driven mad by the warring sensation of his touch.
My back strains, arching against his solid body and the unforgiving marble of the floor.
His corrosive kisses glide back over my jaw as I slide both my hands up either side of his face, cramming our lips together again.
Idris groans as I buck against him, pinned beneath his chiselled build.
The hand at my waist drops to my thigh, his fingers almost branding me through the thin fabric of my nightdress.
He pulls my thigh around his hip, letting his hands freely explore my sensitive flesh.
Goosebumps fly over my body. Between the charring heat of his touch and the unappeasable chill of the marble, I’m utterly undone.
Blood pounds as my fingers find the belt around his tunic.
I make deft work of the buckle, tossing it to the side.
Idris begrudgingly breaks the kiss long enough for me to pull his tunic off and away.
I run my hands over his bare, muscled chest. Each ridge and valley of his warrior’s physique is a vicious dark flame under my hands.
The torment and rapture of his hands savouring and claiming the curves of my body under him is almost too much to take.
I gasp. My nightdress bunches around my hips and the straps fall down my arms as I mewl under his devoted attentions.
His fire scorches through every other harrowing sensation, purging my body and mind of every darkness and shadow.
I crave him like a drug. I’m desperate for this punishing, pervasive pleasure building and building.
I need more. I need all of him. All of this feeling.
I push against his shoulder hard, twisting us both until he is under me.
I settle my molten core on top of his manhood, separated only by the thin material of his trousers.
He swears, face contorting as the straps of my dress fall down to my elbows, exposing me to him.
He bucks upwards, grinding himself into me.
I throw my head back and moan as his one blazing hand rushes up to cup my now exposed breast, teasing and testing the nipple beneath his torturous fingers.
This other snakes to my hip, holding me against him as firmly as possible as I rock, desperate for the friction.
I lean down, claiming his smouldering mouth with mine again.
His barbed tongue spars with mine, his torrid lips claiming and commanding.
The two of us gain and concede ground, the sizzling war between us raging on and on.
I grind my hips against him, the quivering mess between my legs utterly desperate for him. I need him – all of him.
I reach between us, managing to edge down his trousers enough to free the length of his cock.
I take it in my hands, giving him no time to adjust as I line him up and push myself all the way to the hilt.
My body ignites with fresh, heavenly heat, with an excruciating, virulent fire so pure and consuming I might erupt right here and now.
I rock and grind and move up and down. My blood explodes, the fibres of my body entirely ablaze and scouring into the dark.
Idris roars and writhes underneath me as I command this part of the dance.
My knees dig into the floor on either side of his hips as I buck and sway, sliding up and down the massive, thick length of him.
I impale myself again and again, amidst an explosion of vicious, blistering fireworks.
I can barely breathe. I can’t think. I am devoured. Consumed.
“Renza!” Idris gasps, hands grabbing hold of my hips as he drives himself into me harder and harder.
“Idris!” I gasp, my euphoria building until it explodes.
The world shatters and shakes around me, embroiled in flames and ecstasy.
I throw my head back, riding the crashing, whirling stars of my body.
Idris roars as he climaxes, bucking into me so hard I’m almost thrown off.
I lurch forwards, bracing myself on his chest as I ride the wave to its completion.
Panting furiously, I slide off him, to lie on the jarringly cold floor. Sweaty and panting, I am done and my eyes feel heavy. I breathe deeply, suddenly acutely aware of Idris. Of our Soulbond, of the pins and needles trampling through my blood, the bile clawing a path up my throat.
But it’s Idris.
He’s here.
He loves me.
I close my eyes, not able to keep them open a second longer, and succumb to the darkness and sleep.