Chapter 39 #2
Kier let out a pitiful groan as he started to kiss her hard, consuming her mouth so totally that she found it a challenge to keep up as he pushed her backwards. Her back slammed against stone and her vision fogged as her pussy throbbed and her hardening nipples pressed against her dress.
The moment his cock nestled between their bellies, hard and thick, he thrust it against her in a long, deep stroke. She whimpered in answer, rolling her hips into him.
“Fuck, Carwyn,” he grated against her lips, before diving back in for another kiss.
One of his hands fell away to grab the back of her knee and lift it, and he thrust again. She moaned when his shaft rubbed her aching clit through her thin skirts and hooked her heel over his backside to anchor her so she could greet it for more.
Her arms slipped around him to grip the back of his shirt, and she fisted it so tightly she threatened to rip it to shreds.
A shiver tore through her when he broke from the kiss to bury his face against the side of her neck.
He ground against her repeatedly as he dragged his tongue along her skin, letting out a muffled groan.
He nipped her when his aggression flared, when need turned into desperation and flooded her bloodstream until it filled her own muscles.
He grabbed the back of her dress and pulled down, exposing more of her as his mouth moved to her shoulder.
Every muscle, every cell, every fibre of her being trembled.
Her hands as her fingers clutched harder.
Her knee that wobbled and couldn’t take her own weight, so the only thing holding her up was him.
Her sight as it waved in and out with dizziness.
Her lungs as she fought against her pants that seemed to want to compete with his to see who would give up breathing first.
“Oh gods,” she moaned. “Kier.”
He groaned at the sound of his name and stole her lips once more to quieten her. His hand was scalding as he cupped the top of her shoulder, his nails digging in as he gave her another hard, measured thrust.
Only for his mouth to pull away and his forehead to land on the crook of her neck as he huffed wildly.
“I cannot take any more,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over the tops of her breasts and causing goosebumps to prickle over them. “If this is all you seek, then we must stop for now.”
Against the backs of her knuckles, his heartbeat was erratic and frantic. It mirrored her own, like two wild beasts trying to fight their bounds and charge at each other. Collide. Combine. Ravage one another until one was consumed.
Both were waiting for it to happen.
Her voice was whisper-soft. “Please don’t stop.”
Something dark and primal touched her mind just as his muscles bunched.
For a moment, everything grew dark right before a gasp tore out of her when he sank his fangs and teeth into the side of her neck.
She would’ve thought he was trying to hurt her if it wasn’t for the affection that swam in her veins, flowing into her and offering understanding.
Despite the pain, she craned her head to the side for more and moaned.
His teeth finally unlatched, and his mouth crashed over hers. He moved them, forcing her backwards as he used his hand against the wall to guide them. By the time their stumbling feet found the entryway to their sleeping chamber, her lips were kiss-swollen and tingled.
He ripped the comb from her hair, letting her curls bounce free as it carelessly clattered against the ground.
Kier lifted her up so he could kneel on their bedding and place her down gently, and her hands landed around her head.
His lips never left hers as he crowded her from above, slotting himself between her thighs.
The next time a soft noise parted her lips, he took the opening to slide his tongue forward and clash it against hers.
Carwyn flinched in surprise before melting for it. She brushed hers back as adoration – her own – washed through her. It’s warm. She never thought it would feel so firm and textured against her own, or that it could delve and she could greet him like this.
I’ve never been kissed this way.
Wet and messy. All-consuming. Passionate.
One of his hands caressed all the way down her arm until it reached the opening of her glove. Her lowering eyelids flashed open when he dug his fingers inside it, lifting it bit by bit until his rough palm covered her own.
Oh. My... gods!
His hand inside her glove felt more intimate than his kiss!
He’d even wedged his fingers between the gaps of her own so that her glove almost dislodged completely.
The touch should have felt innocent in comparison to all they’d done. Yet for Carwyn, whose hands had been a curse her entire life, she was entirely scandalised.
When he yanked her hand down, the glove slid away.
Kier pulled away from her mouth, giving her a chance to finally gasp for air like breaching the surface of deep water, and his chuckling lips vibrated against her jaw.
“Carwyn, I’m about to be inside you,” he said, digging his other hand below her so he could grab the back of her dress and pull. “The least of your concerns should be our hands.”
His lips pressed lower, then lower, and her breath hitched when she looked down to see his face against her cleavage.
He kissed her sternum just as black strands of his hair tickled the tip of her nose.
Material scraped against her left nipple as it was freed, and he tilted his face so he could look up at her through one gleaming, ruby eye.
“I’m about to touch every inch of you.” Then he lifted his head just enough so she could watch him lick across her chest all the way to that breast. “And you’re going to let me.”
His tongue lashed across her nipple before he sunk his entire mouth around it, and her back arched. He sucked so hard it stung, yet the pleasure had her shivering. Her hips tilted to grind uselessly against his muscled abdomen as a sharp cry escaped her.
Both hands grabbed her skirts to lift them until he grasped her bare knees and glided his rough palms down her inner thighs. She drew her knees up and spread them when her core quivered in reaction, his destination undeniable.
Then the fingers of his right hand slid along her pussy, rubbing against her throbbing clit as they delved, and she whimpered.
His nose crinkled, and a groan vibrated against her nipple. “You’re soaking wet for me.”
A horrible surge of lust, so intense and acute, speared into her right as he shoved his middle finger into her pussy. She instantly ground on it as her eyes flickered, and they shut when he started pumping it.
He was quick to add a second, stretching her in preparation, while his tongue twirled around her aching nipple. She tried to meet his thrusts as she grasped the back of his tunic, this time yanking it so she could pull it up over his head.
I want him naked. I want to feel his skin against me.
She was tired of clothes. Of barriers.
“Inside me, Kier,” Carwyn pleaded when he slipped his fingers from her so he could help remove it. Both her hands cupped the sides of his face. “I want to finally feel you inside me.”
He let out a guttural noise as he turned to her bare palm and gave the heel of it a nip. Then he grabbed her wrist and forcibly slid her palm down his naked torso.
His hands glided along every inch of her bent legs in a rough and hurried caress before he shoved her skirts completely against her waist. It exposed her to the air when he leaned back to look down between her spread thighs.
Then he stared, his breathing more laboured with every second as her own gaze landed on the bulge of his thick cock lining his hip. It visibly twitched in its confinement, just as a strange, subtle pleasure bolted through her.
“Carwyn, I have regrets I must rectify first.”
In the blink of an eye, he pushed her thighs open wider and shoved his face against her pussy.
His tongue slid from her overflowing entrance to her saturated clit, and her back lifted off the bedding as a harrowing moan escaped her.
Her pleasure was drowned out by his when he answered with a grunt, and need like nothing she’d ever felt barrelled into her.
All her fingers delved into his inky hair, and she fisted the strands tight as hunger made her mouth water.
His tongue slid down to drink from the pool of her arousal, only to dive in, and her entrance spasmed around it.
Then it came up hard, flat, and exploring every inch of her until he shoved it against her clit in a firm lick.
He flicked it repeatedly, and her abdomen spasmed each time. When he sucked on it with a snarl, Carwyn’s eyes crinkled as her vision went murky.
Oh gods. I’m going to come.
With him latched on, every time she ground her hips, seeking her release, it tugged and pulled until she became addicted to the feeling.
And he adored the way she sought more. How she wantonly ground on his face.
How her breath hitched as she felt the way he listened so intensely by determination spiking within him.
She crashed into her climax with a haunting, trembling cry that had her throwing her head back.
She orgasmed around nothingness and felt so remarkably empty.
Her toes curled and her feet arched as tension shot through every muscle in her legs and abdomen, and she fisted his hair so tight that it had to hurt.
One of his hands left her thigh so he could thumb her clit to keep her going, while he sank lower and shoved his tongue against her to drink her in.
When she was finished, her hands and head lolled to the sides while she fought to catch her breath.
He released her entirely, severing all contact and giving her a moment of reprieve from his wild innermost self.
“I have wanted to do that for a long fucking time,” he growled as he grabbed her arm and lifted it so he could bite the fingertip of her remaining glove and remove it. “To taste you, touch you, kiss you.”