Chapter 41 Nyte #2
“I see you. You have so much more to give than you realize. I loathe your father for making you unable to open your heart to see others that will love you too. Not as much as me, because I believe that’s impossible to reach, but enough to show you more beauty in a world that has been tainted for you. ”
How could I love something beyond what my mind or soul could comprehend?
I liked to believe there were threads of my devotion to her being woven in the fabrics of every universe.
That I would recognize her in any life, in any form, in any age.
Should we meet again across time and space and beyond, I would look at her and know the path home.
I would know the beat in my chest was only borrowed, and I would give it back to her.
I would always see beauty in her that made the world around us pale in comparison.
“You are my life, Astraea,” I whispered, slipping a hand around her nape and bringing her mouth to mine. “That will never change.”
I groaned with the feel of Astraea’s magick from her palms heating over my skin.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I sighed as both our tremors started to subside with the glorious heat.
“Sorry, it took a moment. Everything felt … so numb. As if I were dead but aware.”
“I know. I did the only thing I could think of, though I’m not sorry about it.”
A small laugh escaped her before her brow furrowed and her forehead fell against mine.
“You are my life too, Rainyte.”
My eyes closed and my fingers ran up her spine. The heat from her magick was such absolute bliss that the misery from moments ago was already forgotten. All I could think about now was her naked body against mine.
“There are other ways we could get warmer faster,” I muttered thickly.
Desire flickered in her silver-blue eyes before she kissed me, shifting around to straddle me, and my cock jutted against her heat.
“You’ve definitely kept me waiting too long.”
I gripped her hair to kiss her deeper, coaxing her hips down more to feel her growing wetter, hotter, for me.
“This is a temple of worship,” she panted as my mouth descended on her chest like a starved animal.
“You’re a goddess,” I said thickly, squeezing her thighs around me. “I’m going to worship you. I’d say we’re in the perfect place.”
They say the temples are where the veil between our world and the gods who made it is thinnest. It was deplorable of me to find satisfaction in that, when they’d tried to keep me from Astraea at many given turns, and now they would bear witness to how inevitably she was destined to become mine.
How many of the worlds and veils and laws I would shatter to have her.
I flicked her nipple with my tongue before sucking, turning wild with the responses of her body writhing against mine and the small sounds she made.
Something between a moan and a breath that were small begs for more, and I would happily oblige.
Slowly, torturously for us both, but it would make the climax that much more powerful.
Delectable things deserved to be savored, and Astraea …
she was the most exquisite thing to taste, watch, feel.
There would never be enough of her in my hands.
“Get up and bend over that altar for me,” I ordered before dragging my teeth along her collar.
She gasped, gripping my hair tighter. When the tapestry fell, she shivered, but I was going to make her sweat for me instead.
Astraea did as I asked, and the sight of her was a religious experience in itself.
The moonlight spilled perfectly over her body, breasts pressed against the marble altar with her gloriously angled back glistening with silver tattoos.
I took my time marveling over every detail of her until I settled on the awaiting pink spot between her legs.
“Widen your stance. Good girl.” I ran a hand up her spine, gently pushing her head down to rest between her splayed palms. “Fucking perfect.”
My other hand curved over her ass. I watched her face as I circled my palm before bringing it down in a slap that echoed through the temple.
Astraea gave something of a gasp that ended in a moan.
So I did it again, delighting in how her brow pinched in pleasure as I soothed the heat blooming on the pink flesh of her ass.
I surprised myself with the raging impulse to drop to my knee and didn’t think before sinking my teeth into her flesh I’d already marked.
Astraea cried out, and her blood flooding down my throat snapped something in me.
Her legs were already beginning to shake, and I slipped my fingers through the slickness that was pooling out of her now.
So warm and wet. All I did was slide them back and forth, circling her apex, and it didn’t take much with my teeth still buried in her for her tremors to turn more violent with the climax that rushed over her.
Before she could have it, I let go with a groan of pained pleasure, completely lost in primal lust when I stood, pulling her upright and turning her around.
Astraea’s face was clouded in a daze of desire. Her cheeks flushed rose, and I kissed her once, hard and needy, before lifting her onto the altar.
“You’re going to lie on this altar and come on my tongue, and when you do, scream my name for every god to hear,” I said in a growl.
Hooking Astraea’s legs over my shoulders, I licked through the desire she pooled for me. Her hands gripped over the edges of the altar on either side while her back ached beautifully with my first taste. She was a sight worth painting to decorate the grandest palace.
I feasted on her desire and soared to the song of her moans building and changing with every spear of my tongue into her and every suction around her sensitive bud. My hands clamped around her thighs, and I was determined to make her finish from my mouth alone.
“Give it to me,” I growled, devouring her deeply.
Her hips undulated more, struggling against my tight hold. I kind of wanted her standing to let her ride my face, as she clearly wanted to, but I couldn’t stop. This orgasm was mine. All mine to give.
After dipping into her tight little entrance a few more times, I focused on sucking.
That’s what threw her over the edge. I groaned as she came undone, screaming my name.
Thighs shaking around me, wriggling like she wanted to escape, yet her fingers threading through my hair to keep me between her legs while she rode out the climax that stretched on.
“Nyte,” she mewled when I didn’t stop my assault, pushing her toward the brink of overstimulation.
Every flick of my tongue caused her body to buck and jerk; her fingers had tightened painfully in my hair to warn me off, but it only turned me feral for more.
“Are you warm yet?” I said, my voice barely a gravelly murmur as I kissed the inside of her thigh, then her navel, her chest, before making her taste her own arousal still coating my lips and chin. She moaned into my mouth, deepening the kiss.
“Not enough,” she rasped, and my cock twitched painfully.
“Good.”
I lifted her, putting her back on her feet and bending her over the altar again. I passed my fingers through her swollen heat again, and she gave a stiff shudder. As I plunged two fingers into her, she gasped, and I leaned over her back, fucking her slowly with them.
“What happened to you being in charge next time we did this?” My breath fanned her ear.
“Given the circumstances, I didn’t think either of us would have the patience for a dominance battle.”
I chuckled darkly against her skin, pulling my fingers out to pump my aching cock.
“If you want to fight me for dominance we’d best make sure its somewhere not precious to destruction, because I would win, but I know you would not make it an easy triumph.”
She gave a breathy sign of pleasure as I coaxed her feet together and slipped my cock between her thighs, not entering her yet, but it felt almost as good, with her slickness and warmth coating me as I thrusted slowly across her apex.
“You feel so fucking good.” I watched my cock sliding between her beautiful thighs, and nearly came on the damned spot without even being inside her yet.
She straightened, turning and gripping my cock tightly. I braced my hands on the altar behind her, watching her fist pump me a couple of times before placing me back between her thighs, leaning back to place her hands by mine.
“Fuck,” I rasped, thrusting a couple more times before I couldn’t take it anymore.
Lifting one of her thighs around my hip, I plunged into her, and she took all of me effortlessly in her tight grip.
Her hand lashed around my nape for purchase as I fucked her fast and hard. The sounds of our skin meeting and breathless desire filled this sacred hall.
I pulled out with a groan, leading her away from the altar and toward the rowed benches.
“Knees on the bench, hold onto the back,” I instructed. “That’s it, spread yourself a little more. Good girl.”
I stepped forward, sinking into her glorious heat again, slower now, savoring every plunge of my cock in her tight channel.
“My shining starlight,” I murmured, kissing her shoulder. “My powerful mate.” I kissed her other, and my hand snaked around her front, circling her apex, which made her hips push back against me.
Astraea’s moans became sharper and more breathless as she climbed toward a climax.
I fucked her harder to the demand her body craved.
Then when she was about to tip over the edge, her noises strangled and lessened with her focus as she braced for the blissful crash about to overcome her. It was my favorite fucking symphony.
“That’s it, come for me.”
I thought I could hold on a little longer, but when her heat squeezed the damn life out of me with her orgasm, I lost my control, slipping over that edge with her in an unexpected eruption that had been denied since the moment I touched her.
The sounds of our mixed pleasure roared through the hall, and I was sure nothing would be left to secrecy if anyone was outside.
My orgasm stretched longer than I had the fucking breath for.
My cock spent inside her with long jutting strokes, and I didn’t realize the hold I’d trapped her in, bent over her back with a hand around her throat, holding her right where I needed.
She was still shaking and panting. I couldn’t fucking move.
“I’m more than warm now,” she said at last, pulling a breathless chuckle from me.
“Me too,” I said, pulling out and stepping back. “Stay there. Just for a damn moment.”
I stroked my cock at the perfect sight of her splayed and bent over with my release coating her.
“You are fucking exquisite.”
Her head tipped shyly with her vulnerable state. It was so damn adorable. Then she watched my hand with renewed sparks of desire, which hardened my cock again even more.
Astraea twisted to sit on the bench. “Come here.”
With those two words, the low sultry command of it, I almost passed out.
I would obey her to walk across knives.
When I was close enough, her hand replaced mine and my jaw tightened with the burst of pleasure and pain.
“You don’t have to—fuck.” Astraea’s lips wrapped around me without warning, sucking hard.
I’d thought we were finished, but she was so full of surprises, and I was losing my fucking mind because of her. She moaned around my cock, tasting me and herself, and that thought surged me to the brink again already, which I didn’t think was even possible.
My fingers threaded through her damp hair. “So needy for my cock it wasn’t enough?” I growled.
She hummed, flicking her silver eyes up, and I lost myself. My fingers tightened to hold her head, and I thrust into her mouth. “Your throat feels fucking incredible.”
Astraea was touching herself, ass pushed to the edge of the bench, and circling her sensitive bud faster.
Her brow pulled together as she neared another climax, and I couldn’t believe she was pleasuring herself while swallowing me.
My head was spinning, losing all sense of time and gravity to the erotically torturing sight.
I pulled out when I knew she was close, and I came, painting her chest with my release this time as her back arched and I got to witness it in full sight as she brought herself to orgasm.
The experience was transcendent. She was so powerful and beautiful like this I lowered to my knees as if she had willed it through my bones.
When her head straightened, a smile stretched across her flushed cheeks.
“That was unexpected,” she said.
“Yes,” was all I could say, still in a state of awe as I looked up at her naked, silver tattooed body as she reclined back on her hands.
I used a torn-off piece of my wet cloak to help clean her as best as we could before we dressed back into our miserable, sodden clothes.
Astraea hovered by a podium beyond the altar, and her beaming smile found me, key piece in hand.
It was a true piece. I could feel it after her gleeful expression conveyed it.
“A reward for our suffering at last,” I mused.
Astraea strolled over to me with it, pressing her body to mine with the key piece humming between us.
“I will always share the sky with you,” she promised quietly.