Chapter 32 Calytrix
THIRTY-TWO
CALYTRIX
He practically threw the bowl on the side table while grabbing me. He stood, lifting me off my feet, his mouth on mine. The kiss was laden with all the pent-up desire we were no longer fighting.
Now that he’d finally given in, we were afire with it, and I wanted to burn.
“I need—” I gasped.
“I know what you need,” he growled, and heat pooled in places that had never been stirred before.
He grabbed my thigh and hitched my leg up around his hip. My breath caught in my throat when the movement caused his thick, hard cock to press into my heat. Every kiss made me clench, and I ached to feel his skin against mine.
That brought the reality of the moment crashing down on me like a plunge in a cold bath.
He was massive, and I had been…kept pure for my future husband.
I wished I wasn’t, but Father made sure of it since so much rested on our betrothals.
And God of Light, here I was about to seal the fate of mine in one reckless, carnal act.
Was this night worth throwing my life away?
How could something feel so right and be so wrong? I hated more that I was conflicted. It felt like betraying him as well as my duty. I didn’t even know what right was anymore.
“Trix, look at me,” he breathed.
I met his eyes, and it all fell away.
Nothing else mattered.
Only this.
Us.
It was the decree of the Gods that we find each other, and we would do them a great disservice to resist that.
“That’s better,” he said in my mind. “Stay in here, where it’s just you and me. Only we matter.”
“Only us,” I replied.
Faolan ground himself into my core, and a needy moan escaped me, swallowed by one of his kisses. I didn’t know I could make such a noise.
He lifted my other leg so I was wrapped around him and began rocking into me, two sets of leathers between us, and still, I felt completely bared to him.
The pleasure was nothing I’d ever known.
I’d resigned myself to a loveless union where joining was an obligation, but this…
How could I live without it now, knowing it exists?
My breaths came faster and faster between his plundering kisses.
His length was like steel through his leathers, and my legs began to tremble.
He moaned into my lips, and it felt like everything to have this male, so undone in my arms. How was it possible for me to have that effect on him when I had no experience to draw upon?
“You don’t know what you do to me. How impossible it’s been not to touch you.”
“Touch me then,” I said, needing more but unsure of what exactly came next.
He stepped back from the wall and turned, with me still wrapped around his waist, and moved to the bed.
He tossed me down on the quilts and quickly set to work on my boots, throwing them over his shoulders as he got them free.
Then he crawled over me, running his palms over the tight leather on my thighs, until he reached the laces of my leathers.
Undoing them with practiced efficiency that I would not use this moment to think about, he wasted no time in peeling them down my legs.
I tugged at the buttons of my tunic to help, then looked up at him.
He was intently focused on where my fingers were, dragging his lip between his teeth as I revealed the soft, almost translucent undershirt beneath.
He’d seen me in it before, but this time, he planned to remove it, and he was poised and ready for when my tunic came away.
I took my time, enjoying being the sole focus of his attention.
But then I realized he was still fully clothed. I stopped.
“What?” he asked, clearly confused.
“I want to see you too,” I demanded. “Don’t just stand there.”
His grin was proprietary, like he was proud of me for being bossy, and maybe he was.
He stripped quickly, but I still took in the show.
The hard planes and sheer size of the body that was revealed took my breath away.
Down to his underclothes, he was a stunning creature.
Ink marked his skin in many places. Scared symbols that resembled some old magic I knew piqued my interest, but now was not the time for enquiries.
I wasn’t giving him any excuse to stop.
His cock jutted from his body within the confines of his under clothes, and it was an intimidating sight, despite having just been acquainted with its size.
How did that fit inside a fae? Was it even possible for a dragon to fuck a fae and not harm them?
Then I thought of Zaria and her size compared to Nyx.
Gods, I was overthinking this again.
“Trix, come back to me,” Faolan coaxed, and I focused back on him in time to see him slip the waistband down over his hips, and that fearsome thing sprang free as the fabric pooled to the floor.
I was speechless, but I could not look away.
As magnificent as his entire body was, it was nothing compared to his cock. The head glistened already wet with arousal. He caught me looking and wrapped a hand around it, giving himself a slow stroke.
“Come here,” I nearly begged.
He prowled back over me and slipped my underclothes off me, while laying kisses everywhere his hands exposed.
My skin was alive with sensation. I never knew kisses could set a trail of magic tingling across your skin.
And when his kisses trailed between my legs and I felt his warm breath…
there, I thought I might die from the embarrassment and desperation simultaneously.
“I’ve wanted to taste your cunt since the first moment I caught your scent,” he said as if it was nothing.
I gasped at his language and the feeling of being so exposed while he was poised to devour me in a way I had never let my imagination run to.
Before I could think of a clever response, I felt the heat and slickness of his tongue slide through my folds.
I cried out, shocked by the wave of pleasure that washed all over me.
“Goddess save me,” he groaned in my mind. “You taste like—mine.”
He stroked his tongue through several times, each eliciting sounds from me that I was not familiar with.
There was a wetness I didn’t think all came from him.
I arched off the bed when he lapped at a particular place above my entrance and then seemed to focus his attention there.
The pleasure was blinding—I shook from it.
Over and over, he devoured and sucked at that special spot, finding all my hidden secrets without any direction.
I was entirely at his mercy and gone to everything but his whims.
His fingers teased me open while his tongue worked, and I hissed when one carefully entered me. Slowly, he worked it in, never letting up with his tongue, He slid it in and out, and it felt magical—there was no other way to describe it.
The sensation of him inside me changed, and I realized he had worked another finger in. The pressure was almost too much to bear, and I squirmed and clenched down around him.
“Are you okay?”
I bit my lip, holding back a sound while forcing myself to breathe. “Yes. Keep going.” Even the slight pain didn’t stop me from wanting more.
He curled his tongue, flicking it against me while he moved his fingers, stretching me more.
He took his time, building me up until I felt like I couldn’t take it for another second.
Like there was a coil inside of me about to snap, but he wouldn’t let it.
Gasps parted my lips, and I clawed at his shoulders, wanting him to take me already.
“Get up here.”
“Relax. I’m warming you up,” he said mind to mind and never let up with his tongue.
“I feel pretty warm already,” I all but pleaded.
“I’m large, Trix. I don’t want to hurt you. Let me do this and get you off with my tongue. You’ll relax more after you come. Then you’ll be ready for me.”
I didn’t pretend to know exactly what he meant because I’d only heard the phrase, not experienced it. But I also couldn’t pretend to object to him not wanting to stop the insane pleasure I was feeling.
Pin pricks of light danced before my eyes, and a tension crept through my body.
I knew I was building to a peak, and I needed it.
But I didn’t know how to push myself there.
I was entirely reliant on his tongue and his fingers working magic inside me, pushing me higher.
Testing my limits. I already felt like I was reaching them, and then a third finger pushed inside me, and at the stretch, I crashed over the edge into waves and waves of unbelievable pleasure.
He slowed his fingers and lifted his face to watch me in the light. His lips glistened from the slickness inside me. I shuddered occasionally, still feeling like his tongue was on me, but I was floating. Boneless.
And while I was soaring from that mind-blowing climax, feeling like I might never have the energy to do anything ever again, he crawled over me and positioned himself at my entrance.
“Now you’re ready for me.” He smirked, and I couldn’t muster the objection that I surely should have had.
I just needed to kiss him, and he obliged.
The head of him slid through the wetness at my entrance, and I held my breath in anticipation.
I knew it would hurt. There had been plenty of talk among the maids of the court, although some said with a skilled lover, it was more pleasurable.
And I knew somewhere inside that Faolan would know how to make it hurt less for me.
“You have to breathe,” he said, chuckling.
“I forgot!”
He teased through my folds, and I gasped, very sensitive still from my climax.
He growled amusement near my ear. “I love the sounds you make.”
“I can’t help it.”
He angled himself to push inside me, and I readied myself for the pain, but then his words had my focus completely shifting. “I can’t have you dying now I finally have you.”
He’d said that like he had me, and he would never let me go. I was lost in the thought when I felt the stretch of his invasion.
He leaned down to kiss me, and I breathed heavily when our lips parted.
He looked into my eyes. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, shakily. “Just do it. I know it will be painful at first.”
He frowned. “I’m not about to knowingly hurt you.”
“If we are doing this, I don’t think you have much choice. That thing you are packing in your leathers can’t be normal. You’re a dragon, by the Gods!” My breathing became labored, and he backed off immediately.
“Hey! Breathe. What’s wrong?”
I tried to act okay, forcing myself to inhale.
“What is it?”
“I think I just realized what I’ve gotten myself into,” I huffed.
He smiled.
“It’s surely impossible?” I closed one eye, glancing between us.
He nuzzled my nose. “I assure you it’s not. Trust me…I’ll take care of you.”
I nodded. “I want you.”
He pressed just his tip against me, and I tensed instantly, hating myself for the reaction. I wanted it, but he was so fucking big. It would hurt.
He sat up, kneeling between my spread thighs, and stroked his tip between my folds, teasing like he had with his tongue.
Soon, I was writhing in pleasure, knees falling more open, body relaxing.
He rubbed his tip just barely inside me, causing me to pant, desperate for more.
He stroked my slickness down his shaft, making it glisten.
Edging forward, he guided his tip back into my tightness and pushed in slowly.
I gasped at the flash of pain, but it quickly faded into a fullness I couldn’t get enough of.
He found my mouth again, and heat spread between us, and I slid my hand into his hair, needing to hold on to something, else I might float away.
Finally, he sank a little further in and paused, giving me time to get used to the intrusion while both of us reveled in the connection. Nothing had ever felt so right in my life. I’d never be satisfied with one time.
He pulled back, and I glanced between us to watch, surprising myself. I loved the way he looked, even just barely inside, all veins and thick pulsing heat.
“Like that?”
“Very much.”
He withdrew to the tip and then achingly slowly pushed back in. I tore my gaze away from where we came together, admiring the rest of him. Tight muscle wrapped every inch of him, while his arms flexed on either side of my head, and his wings shone above us. I reached for them.
He shivered as I ran my fingers over the edge.
“Do they always come out during…”
“No.” He paused for a moment. “You’re different. You bring out the dragon in me.”