Chapter 25 Thayla
Thayla
Oh. My. Gods.
Where did this version of my genius, very formal, straightforward, and very literal man come from?
I won’t lie and say I didn’t come into his room tonight with the intention of progressing our relationship. I truly did want to talk about my feelings, though, but I had hoped my openness would encourage him to kiss me.
I never would’ve assumed that one kiss would swiftly lead to this.
I have zero intentions of stopping it.
The intensity was already set from our heart-to-heart, then I felt it shift in a different direction.
His emotions suddenly consumed me.
It was like standing over a kettle, waiting for it to boil. It started slow, a quiet hum of heat beneath the surface, until the pressure built and built, impossible to ignore. The whistle of steam inevitable.
That’s all I heard, a whistle in my ears until he kissed me.
Now he’s wrecking me in the most delicious way.
The first few strokes of his tongue were purely feral, like he needed to lick up every ounce of me.
Then they became experimental.
Every move was weighed. He judged my reaction and adjusted accordingly.
It took him less than thirty seconds to figure out exactly how I like it.
I want to tell him to wait. To slow down. Let me cherish and embrace every second.
My toes clench the sheets, heat spreads up my spine, and I slam my eyes shut, trying to hold it off.
“No, I don’t want to come yet,” I moan.
“I’m going to make you come again right after. Let go.”
Fuck.
His two-second pause wasn’t enough time for the orgasm to fade away.
I explode.
My silent scream steals the oxygen attempting to get to my brain and black spots dance across my eyes.
The ragged breath I finally drag in subtly morphs into a moan as he leisurely pumps a finger in and out of me.
My clit throbs, both with the need for him to touch it and stay the hell away from it.
I prop myself up the slightest bit so I can see him better, and my jaw drops as I watch him, watch his finger move in and out of me.
Even with his eyes cast down, the hunger written across his face is clear.
I shiver when he glances up at me through his lashes. “I’m giving it a moment for your sensitivity to settle down. Then I’m going to do that again.”
My head bobs up and down in agreement, yet my words say something else. “It’s settled. I’m ready.”
I hold my breath as his lips twitch.
“Very well.”
My back bows as he dives back in, unrestrained, just as, if not more, determined to push me over the edge even faster.
My vision swims as the intensity of the heat spreading through my blood consumes me. A thin sheen of sweat coats my skin as my hands tangle into his perfectly pressed sheets.
The moment he adds a second finger inside of me, I don’t hold my body’s reaction back.
I tighten around him as every muscle locks up and this time, the scream of his name pours through my lips instead of silently in my mind.
He pulls his face from between my thighs, but he doesn’t crawl up the bed to me.
He slides down it, gripping my ankles and tugging me with him.
My ass ends up perched on the edge of the bed and my heavy breathing grows more erratic as he slides his pants off.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his shirtless chest early, but this first glimpse at the entirety of him is fucking mouthwatering.
He’s lean, with an unforgiving frame of perfectly sculpted muscles. From shoulder blades to hip bones, every inch is toned, no space is wasted.
The veins in his forearms protrude more than I’ve ever noticed before as he squeezes my thighs.
My eyes stalk his hand’s movement when he removes it from me. A small, desperate noise leaves my lips when he grips himself and swirls the head of his cock through the wetness still dripping out of me.
“I want to watch every inch of me disappear inside of you. I need to see every twitch your body makes, every color your skin turns. I can’t miss a moment of what it feels like to have your soul seal to mine.”
My deep groan pierces the air as he slowly, inch by inch, pushes himself inside of me.
His eyes betray his words, though.
He can’t decide between watching my face and witnessing my body accept him. All of him.
My entire body shudders when he completely buries himself inside of me and his fingers chase the tremors.
His hands roam every inch of me as he leans himself down, pressing us skin to skin, and locks his lips with mine.
This kiss is dominating on a different level. It’s so contradictory to the soft glide of his touch.
It’s hungry.
Famished.
Chill bumps break out down my arms, but as soon as I lift them to wrap around his neck and pull him closer, he pulls away.
His hips shift back, then torturously slow, he pushes back in.
“Amick.”
His name truly is a plea leaving my lips.
I need him to go faster.
I need him deeper.
I need his soul to hold mine.
The restraint, composure, exploration, whatever it was he was trying to have, snaps.
He thrusts into me with the force of the stars, and my eyes roll back. Every powerful pump of his hips I feel in the depth of my being.
Long gone is the man who stepped away from my touch when I first arrived.
No part of me expected him to be gentle necessarily, but timid, maybe even unsure. I had it built up in my mind, he’d be more cautious, experimental almost, with his movements as he learned what I liked.
I was wrong.
He already knows. He’s already observed.
He didn’t have to watch Kyzen and me together to know how to prime my body for him. Those subtle touches and forehead kisses were his way of getting me ready for him. That was him showing me a soft side he has inside of him.
Now he wants me to see the side that comes undone.
For me. Only me.
Fucking me into oblivion is a god who’s determined to merge our bodies into one.
One who’s been patient, prepared, and ready to wring every last ounce of pleasure from me that he can.
A loud, stuttering curse rips from my throat as he hikes my legs onto his shoulders and buries himself even deeper inside of me.
The kiss he lays on my ankle has my whole leg twitching and my fingers claw his hands where they’re wrapped around my thighs.
I gasp, and every ounce of air in my lungs escapes me when he links our fingers together and leans forward.
My toes damn near touch behind my head and my wide eyes lock onto his. He slows his deep thrust, relishing each move.
Soft groans slip through his mouth, and I desperately want to taste them on my lips.
His fingers unlace from mine as he holds himself still and peels my legs from around his head. They automatically wrap around his waist as his arm slides behind my back and he lifts me up effortlessly. He climbs us up the bed until my head lies against his pillow.
“Watch me, Thayla. Watch me become yours.”
My hands cup his cheeks as one of his reaches between us and he finds my clit. Despite the frantic moans pouring from my lips and the overwhelming need to close my eyes, I don’t.
I watch as eagerness enters his gaze when my pussy clenches around him.
His power ignites across my body, snatching not only an orgasm out of me but my soul.
The two forces surround us, pressing us closer together as he empties himself inside of me.
Not only does my soul hum, it pulses.
And not only toward him.
It’s as though the piece connecting to him wanted me to know the distinctions between all my slivers.
There’s no more mistaking his.
Any of them.
I can sense which thread goes to who.
I pant, trying to catch my breath at the realization that races across my mind. It all ceases to exist, though, when I gaze deep into those citrine crystal eyes.
My finger flinches against his cheek when the muscles in his face move.
I slowly, with bated breath, drag my hand away so I can see him fully.
Here, right now in this moment, with his body still pressed to mine, the air between us still charged, he smiles.
A soul-shattering, perfect smile.
It’s warm, reverent, and devastating in its sincerity.
It isn’t only that, though, that has my lips tilting into their own happiness.
I raise my finger back to his face to trace the single dimple on his right cheek, but it’s gone before I can.
“Please don’t. Don’t hide your smile from me.”
“I despise my dimple.”
He means it, and his gaze tells me exactly why. Not only because he got the trait from his father, but because there’s only one.
“I think it’s perfect. Just like you. You don’t have to show the realm or anyone else, but please don’t hide it from me.”
He stares into my eyes, long and hard.
I fear for a moment I crossed a line with my request until his lips twitch once again.
Slowly, as though he’s getting used to the muscles moving after not being used for so long, a smile even more stunning crosses his face.
I shiver as his soul caresses mine.
“For you, Mysenta.”
“You’re about to piss me off. Matter of fact, I’m already pissed you woke me up an hour earlier than I planned to be up to bake a fucking cake for whatever reason. Just get out of my way.”
“I’m trying to help. Could you hurry up and drop the attitude?”
Amick and I walk into the kitchen, hand in hand, both cocking our heads to the side as we stare at Kyzen and Creed arguing.
Creed shoos Kyzen’s hand away as he lays a berry on the rim of the small cake on the counter and a small snort escapes me.
“I told you to hurry up,” Kyzen barks, but his serious scowl morphs into a panty-dropping smile when it lands on me. “Congratulations.”
Creed sneers at his cheer until he looks between Amick and me, and his eyebrows rise.
“You made me bake a cake to celebrate them sealing their souls?”
Kyzen rolls his eyes. “Yes, in fact, I did. This is huge.”
He rounds the corner and squeezes Amick’s shoulder before cupping my cheeks. I can barely suppress my laughter enough to kiss him back but quickly enough, I do.
Warmth spreads throughout my body as my sliver of soul that connects to him blazes to life stronger than I’ve ever sensed before.
I’m not sure if he can feel the difference yet, but I can.