Chapter 29 #2
“You are my home.” Though the words left her mouth at their own accord, Nymiria had never heard something more true.
She’d felt at home before. She’d known the comfort of love and the warmth that came from being surrounded by people who cared for her.
For the ten years she spent in Yaar, she searched in the lowest of places for that feeling.
But nothing—nothing—had ever come close.
Save for the warmth she felt when that young boy visited her in those dungeons, save for when that boy smiled at her.
Knowing that that very boy was the man before her now, she realized that home had never truly been a place.
It was a memory. A feeling. Home was the smell of a crisp spring morning, the scent of cherry blossoms blowing into a room through a cracked window. It was the warmth of his hands against her skin, the smell of leather that clung to them. Home was him.
She released a long breath, lips twitching into a soft smile. “I wish I would have met you sooner. I probably wouldn’t have been so stubborn.”
“Fate always has a funny way of putting people exactly where they need to be—exactly when they need to be there.” His hand hooked under her chin, drawing her closer.
She shouldn’t have felt so nervous. Neither of them were unfamiliar with one another’s bodies, but this was so different from the times before.
When he kissed her this time, it was not rushed.
It was gentle, with a careful slide of lips and tongues and soft caresses along each curve of her body.
She moved with him, never against—arching into his palm as it skimmed over the swell of her breast, gripping his neck and drawing him closer to her.
There was pure fire in his eyes when he pulled away from her, their gazes never parting as he reached between them and gripped the hem of her gown.
Nymiria lifted her arms, allowing him to pull the fabric over her head, her mind far too distracted with the absolute beauty of him to care where it went.
His lips found her neck immediately, his skilled tongue and lips working over the tender flesh below her ear.
Her body fell back, one hand catching herself on the vanity as the other plunged into his hair.
Fingertips dug into her sides, curving her body closer to him as he worked his way across her shoulders—leaving not one moonflower along her skin untouched.
His tongue made a path between her breasts, his hot breath rousing bumps along her skin.
Aziel’s fingers moved between her thighs as he took her breast into his mouth.
A soft moan spilled from her lips, her mouth falling open as she watched him.
It was slow and deliberate, each movement a testament to his feelings.
She saw the determination in his eyes, the possessive nature of his being when he looked up at her, taking her nipple between his teeth.
He tugged at it gently, his whole body seemingly rippling beneath her hands when she gasped.
It was enough to drive her mad and while Nymiria was certainly not one to complain about all of the terrible ways he worked her body, she just wanted him.
The moment his mouth slid to her navel, Nymiria cupped his face in her hands and urged him upright.
She kissed him with such force that he was falling forward, one hand braced against the wall behind her head and the other steadying her.
“Show me.” She didn’t care just how desperate she sounded.
She’d missed him too much and had been deprived of the feeling of him being inside of her for far too long.
Aziel never took his eyes off of her. Even as he pulled her hips closer to his.
Even as he nudged her entrance with the head of his cock, he watched.
A shiver ran over her skin, her lips parting as he pushed the tip into her wet heat.
It took every ounce of strength not to just drive himself into her.
But he wanted to see and commit to memory every expression of her face.
When the first rung of piercings passed through her, Nymiria’s lips parted.
By the fourth rung, her brow contorted, her walls clamping down around him as if to draw him deeper.
He held on to his restraint, watching as she took each inch of him.
Aziel leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers as he sheathed himself fully.
He waited, allowing her a moment to adjust.
Nymiria could feel him pulsing inside of her, could feel each metal ball pressing into her—massaging her as he withdrew himself again.
Not entirely, but just enough for her to release a desperate whimper.
Her thighs trembled and flexed at his sides, her face flushing a deep shade of pink when she glanced down between their bodies.
His cock shone with her arousal, and while something so lewd should have been shameful, Nymiria found herself absolutely enthralled with the sight.
Aziel’s jaw was tight when she looked up at him again.
It was evident that his resolve was close to collapsing.
“Say it again.” Her voice sounded foreign, a distant thing that came from somewhere within her, rather than her own mouth.
Aziel kissed her deeply before he whispered against her swollen lips.
“I love you.” He rolled his hips forward, unable to control himself any longer.
He’d been patient. He’d maintained a calculated distance, all of that patience was gone the moment she spread her legs wider.
He pulled back, leaving only the tip inside of her, body shuddering at the desperation in her soft noises.
There was not a moment for her to beg. Because as soon as that first sound of a plea passed her lips, Aziel was thrusting into her with such force that her back bowed.
A moan ripped from his chest, the image of her coming undone underneath him driving him on as he fucked her.
It was not slow, but each glide of his cock was intentional and precise.
He lifted her off the vanity, the weight of her body pushing down against him as he carried her out of the washroom.
Nymiria panted against his neck, her nails digging into his flesh when her back collided with the wall.
Arms hooked under her knees, Aziel drove into her again.
White exploded behind Nymiria’s closed eyes, her body unable to do anything other than release a sharp gasp at the new sensation.
The length of him plunged in and out of her, filling the room with the most indecorous sounds she’d ever heard in her life.
She was so full of him that each time he retracted, it left a vast emptiness in his wake.
His face was clouded with unbridled desire, as if something entirely primal had taken hold of him.
With each of his thrusts, he brought the weight of her down against him, forcing her to match his rhythm. Her legs felt lifeless, her whole body consumed by the pleasure he brought her.
So deep.
So fucking deep that he became everything.
“I love you.” She said, each word punctuated with the snap of his hips. “I love you. I love you.”
Aziel groaned, his head falling forward. The bruising force at which he claimed her lips only made her sink her nails deeper into his skin. He swallowed each of her moans, his thrusts growing wilder and wilder with each one that moved through her chest.
And then the room was moving again, cold air rushing over the length of her spine.
She was on the bed in an instant. She opened her eyes, heart pounding as she admired the glistening of his skin and the ripple of his muscles.
His cock was in his hand, long and deft fingers moving her wetness over his length.
“You are so fucking perfect.” His voice was strained, the veins in his arm protruding as he pleasured himself.
Nymiria wanted to reach between her own legs and fill that void—to relieve the overwhelming emptiness inside of her.
But Aziel already knew what she wanted. There was a menacing gleam in his eyes, a look that had her thighs and her sex clenching around nothing.
He lowered himself between her legs. Nymiria drew in a ragged breath, heart stuttering when his breath ghosted over the metal pierced through her skin.
His eyes still hadn’t left hers, his lips slowly inching closer to the part of her that was pulsing with desire.
Still propped up on her hands and rolled her hips forward, sensitive flesh ghosting his swollen lips.
His fingers dug deeper into the inside of her legs, pushing her further apart, making it far more difficult for her to move.
She attempted the same move again, but could only awkwardly push her hips down.
He smirked, watching her frustration for a moment longer before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her piercing. Nymiria’s hips jerked, her body arching back. Though it was such a light touch, she felt it throughout her body, that desperate ache growing.
Before she could form a coherent thought, his mouth was upon her—kissing, tasting, praising the wetness between her thighs.
She gasped, watching as his tongue rolled over her clit, as it dipped into her opening.
Pleasure pulsed through her belly, spilling out into her limbs in violent, hot waves.
When his grip on her thighs loosened, she found herself pushing into him, begging to be closer and begging for more.
He buried his face deeper into her cunt, his own groan of pleasure filling the air when she rocked against his face.
“Please,” she rasped. “I want you.”