28. The End of the Tunnel #2
He did not stop. His grip held firm and he pushed my thighs down, tongue thrusting and curling, drawing me right back up again.
My hands fisted in his hair, and my moans grew louder, my thighs trembling against his shoulders until the pleasure coiled so tight it bordered on pain.
When release tore through me a second time, he moaned against me, drinking every pulse, every shudder, until sweat beaded on my chest and my body was limp and gasping beneath him.
He kissed his way back up my body, unhurried, until his mouth found mine again.
I pulled him closer by the back of the neck and kissed him harder, and he made another sound against my mouth.
His hand slid between us, slow at first, then his hips moved forward.
He paused at my entrance and stared at me. "What do I need, Asha?"
Something in me warmed at the invitation, an invitation that only I would understand. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He needed me to beg.
“Please, Colsar. Please. Fuck me until I forget. Fuck me until I can't breathe. Fuck me until I am so covered in you that when I return every male creature in Morrath will know who I belong to."
A low growl rose from his chest.
"Please, Colsar," I whispered.
He stared down at me with an intensity I had never seen before.
"Please."
He didn't move.
I ran my hands slowly up his arms.
"Do not deny me," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "Colsar."
He leaned closer until his lips hovered just above mine.
"Yes?"
"Fuck me."
I reached for him. He caught my wrist before I could touch him, but before he could pin it above my head, I slapped him.
The crack echoed through the room.
A thin line of blood appeared along his lip.
My hands were shaking.
"I said..." My voice broke. "Fuck me."
With a low growl he finally pushed forward, parting me inch by inch.
A small ache rose first, unfamiliar after so many months apart, and I gasped against his mouth as my body stretched around him.
The ache eased as the fullness grew, until it stole the air from my lungs and left me trembling beneath him.
"More," I bit out.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and began to pound into me until I clenched around him, digging my nails into his back until I drew blood. He paused and looked down at me. Then finally spoke.
"You hit me," he said quietly.
"I have lost my mind, Colsar. That is what you do to me. Do not deny me what was unfairly taken away."
My hands began trembling.
He threaded his fingers through mine.
"I was not trying to deny you. That wasn't dominance." His voice was quiet. "I was trying to reconcile the woman I thought died with the woman beneath my hands."
He swallowed.
"When I reached you, you were already dead, Asharin."
His thumb brushed across my knuckles.
"Now you're here."
He let out a slow breath.
"Part of me is still waiting to wake up."
I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. "Wake up, then. Because I am here. And I want you everywhere," I murmured against his lips. "On every inch of me."
He answered with a low sound against my mouth, pace increasing.
We moved like that for a while, touching and tasting, until the need grew more intense, the air in the room thick.
He eased out, guiding me to my knees at the edge of the bed, and pressed forward into my mouth.
He moved with controlled strokes, hips rocking forward as I took him deeper and deeper.
He let out a low moan as his release came in heavy pulses down my throat.
He held me gently through every throb, his hand stroking the back of my head until the last wave passed, then pulled back slowly.
"Spit it out," he rasped, leaning back and pressing his palm flat on his stomach. I opened and let the warmth spill across his skin. "Show me."
I leaned in and cleaned him with slow strokes of my tongue, the sounds wet and intentional while his hand rested on the back of my head.
When I finished he laid me back down and sank all the way in, hips flush to mine, and held still there while we kissed.
The relief of having him inside me again made my fingers curl into his back, holding on like I could keep us both here.
His mouth stayed on mine as he began thrusting again, this time deeper and slow and rolling, each one drawing a soft sound from me.
We were still kissing when the base of him began to change. Slow at first, a gradual thickening that stretched me wider. I felt it and gasped softly into his mouth. His body went rigid over mine, eyes widening.
"It's happening," he said, voice strained. He slowly began to swell inside me.
A low roar tore from his throat as the thickening continued, locking us together. "Asharin," he groaned, my name breaking out of him. His hands shook on my hips, grip tightening.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, trembling, the knot half-swollen already inside me.
The knot surged thicker while his body shook over mine. I began to moan without intending to, the sound growing louder and more desperate with every pulse of him inside me.
Colsar brought his fingers to my mouth first. "Lick," he said. I opened and ran my tongue over them, sucking the taste of us from his skin. He watched, eyes dark. "You said you wanted me everywhere." His voice lowered. "You'll want them wet where they're going."
"Take what you want," I whispered, my voice trembling.
His fingers left my mouth wet and he moved them lower, then even lower before easing the first one inside.
My moans sharpened, climbing higher as he worked it deeper.
He added a second finger without warning, stretching me further, pumping them both harder, more aggressive now, matching the shallow rocks of his hips while the knot held us locked.
He paused abruptly and slowly removed his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then he eased them back in, this time deeper than before.
My sounds grew frantic, louder, broken moans spilling out of me with every thrust of his fingers and every pulse of the knot, the intensity turning my voice hoarse and desperate.
I sobbed his name, forehead pressed to his shoulder, the knot pulsing between us while his two fingers stayed buried and working, still pumping steadily. He pressed his free hand flat on my lower belly, pushing down so I could feel the thick outline of the knot from both sides.
"You feel that?" he asked. "That's how deep I'm locked inside you. Mine."
His voice came out low and cracked with grief.
"Say it," he rasped. "Say you only want me. That you will only ever die with me and not leave me behind. Because I cannot take the pain, Asharin. I cannot take it again."
Something inside me cracked open. The wall I had kept around the worst of it split wide. Tears slipped from my eyes as the words came, raw and shaking.
"I only want you," I whispered. "I'll only ever die with you. I won't leave you behind. Never again."
I began to roll my hips.
"Asharin--"
He came in forceful, heated waves deep inside me, his frame shuddering, one hand fisting in my hair. The force of it pushed me over the edge with him.
The pressure mounted fast, tighter than before, and when it broke fluid came in one long, powerful gush around the knot and his fingers, soaking him in a single intense rush that left me shaking and crying out his name.
I moaned loud and broken, my body clenching hard around the knot.
Pleasure rolled through me in tight waves, my thighs trembling, sobs catching in my throat.
He stayed locked inside me, still shaking, his hand gripping my hair while he breathed against my temple.
"Never again," he whispered. "You're mine. You're not leaving me again."
His body gave one last helpless tremor as the knot held us together, our breathing slowing in the quiet chamber.