Chapter 17 #4
She found herself watching him, her eyes wide and lips parted. Just the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of her was enough to send her teetering over that glorious edge.
His other hand found the back of her neck. Nymiria gasped, eyes flickering up to his just enough to see the flash of silver deep in his pupils. “You like watching me, don’t you?” He asked, his voice deep and thick like raw honey. “You like seeing what I do to you, Moonflower?”
His fingers curled against the soft swell of tissue inside of her, coaxing a loud mewling sound from her throat. “Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”
“Tell me this is mine.” His chest rumbled, his body rigid against the pads of her fingers, muscles tense with his control.
There was a response somewhere inside of her, but the pleasure outshined everything, blinding her.
Nymiria cried out when his fingers pressed harder into that spot, her hand flying to the wrist situated between her legs. “Tell. Me.”
She watched his hand move back and forth, those fingers pressing and curling with each rough thrust. “It’s yours.” She almost sobbed. “Good gods, it is yours.” There was pressure in her stomach, a new sensation that nearly made her jerk away.
His thumb moved to her clit, applying pressure. With each frantic roll of her hips, that pressure enticed the coiling tension inside of her. Her thighs trembled, her breaths turning shallow. “You’ve always enjoyed it, haven’t you? Watching how well I handle this cunt?”
Yes, yes, yes.
Every thought in her mind sounded like a distant hum. Her body acted on its own—gripping and tugging, pushing, pulling. His lips were on hers, swallowing each moan, each curse that escaped her lips.
The pleasure was so intense, she could feel it in her soul. “Aziel, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He fucked her with his fingers harder, faster, the pressure on her bundle of nerves increasing. “You can do it, Moonflower. Just breathe. You’re doing so well, I know you can do it.”
That pressure turned to a fullness she wasn’t familiar with, but instead of fighting it, she allowed her body to fall into it.
White exploded behind her eyes, her body flying forward and arms wrapping around him.
Aziel’s arm closed around her waist, their lips meeting in a frantic kiss.
She rode his hand, the evidence of her release and his movements filling the room with sounds that heightened her desire even more.
When his fingers slipped out of her, Nymiria pressed against his clothed cock, grinding out the remnants of a climax that seemingly had no end.
Aziel grunted against her mouth, his own body trembling as he met her thrusts.
The urge to bury his teeth into her neck was too strong, leaving his incisors tingling.
He did the best he could to reign it in, but the closer he came to his own release, the harder it was to control.
He snarled, teeth sinking into the cushion of her lower lip.
Nymiria was so overcome by her pleasure, the thought of feeling it all over again hadn’t crossed her mind. But as soon as Aziel began lapping at the blood spilling from her mouth, every muscle in her body went lax. He held her there, grinding against her core, drawing out her pleasure.
She found her strength the moment a rushed, whimpered curse left his mouth. Her eyes opened, vision still swimming as she watched his face contort. His fingers dug into her hips, pushing the weight of her body down onto his pulsing cock.
Even covered, she could feel it—could feel the piercings pressing against her, rolling back and forth with each pump. She lifted her hand to his face, fingers trailing over his parted lips before she tucked a strand of hair away from his eyes.
Aziel lowered her onto the mattress, pressing light kisses along her jaw and up to her temple before he rolled away, his hand clutching at his heaving chest. The fire still burned in her, not quite sated, but dim enough that she could actually breathe and think beyond the arousal.
It lingered like a dull ache. Though she should have felt some semblance of guilt for what had just happened, there was no room for regret. She’d wanted him—he’d wanted her.
“Aziel,” she whispered. The only confirmation he’d heard her was the hum that came from him on the other side of the bed. “I… I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
It was the truth. A truth that she couldn’t quite wrap her head around, but one that she believed.
She couldn’t imagine anyone else’s hands on her skin, anyone else bringing her pleasure.
Perhaps it was selfish of her to tell him that, to let him know that while love was not something she trusted giving to another person, she could trust this. She could trust him.
“Alright.” He said quietly. When she turned to him, he peeled his eyes away from the ceiling and nodded. “Because I would murder anyone else who believed they could do what I just did.” A smile bloomed across her face, her hand sliding across the silken sheets to tangle with his own.
He’d once told her that he could survive off of crumbs of her love if that was all she was able to give him.
Aziel did not lie. Perhaps he’d told himself and Nymiria things that were a stretch of the truth, but never had he lied about that.
Whether she offered her heart or her body, he would take what he gave her and worship it, neither piece meaning more to him than the other, and he would guard those hoarded parts of her with his life.