Chapter Twenty-One #2
For him, I spread myself wide. “Prove it.” I rose off the bed until our noses nearly touched. “Enough talk. I want to see what you’re made of, Sitri, and you don’t have to wait any longer.”
A deep growl erupted from the Prince’s throat, setting heat between my legs. His fingers curled, clawing at my thighs. I whimpered as they dug into me.
His face met my neck. I tilted my head back, granting him access, and he rewarded me with tender kisses.
Each brush of silk-soft lips invited sighs and shivers.
When his teeth came, I gasped. They grazed my throat, promising pain, dragging against me.
They were sharp. Dangerous. Demanding of my trust.
This time, I was all too willing to grant it.
Hands rough with calluses worked down my stomach. One seized my hip; the other sought my breast. Kisses trailed along my collarbone, across the contours of my chest, grazing my unattended nipple.
I threw my arms around his shoulders; his hips shifted above me, and as our bodies connected, I saw stars.
Sitri drove deep inside me, filling me to the brim, stretching me in the most delightful of ways, stoking the fire in my core. His thumb found my right nipple moments before his lips latched onto the left. Wet suction blurred with gentle abrasion as he worked the sensitive nubs.
Lightning coursed through my chest, bolted straight between my thighs.
My back arched off the bed. I cried out, clung to him for dear life, afraid that I’d be swept away in intensity if I lost my grip.
As if sensing my fears, he lifted one of my ankles, curled me around him, and I was happy to oblige.
Sitri’s free hand dove towards my core. His fingertips brushed my clit—a gesture so welcome, so foreign, that my breath rushed from my lungs.
I cleared the way, throwing my other leg over him with such ferocity that I feared I might have hurt him.
The Prince’s ravenous growl told me otherwise.
The angle only drove him deeper, intensified the pleasure, turned us into a quivering tangle of lust and limbs.
Our moans sang together like a chorus as we made love.
My nails embedded in his back. His tongue swept over my nipple, and his teeth grazed me as he suckled.
I arched up into him, writhed beneath him.
Burning pressure built in my hips, painful in its totality, and I’d do anything to relieve it.
I whimpered, clinging to Sitri. Desperate to drive him deeper.
“Please,” I begged, “I… I need…”
“Don’t fear,” he said, lifting from my chest just long enough to speak. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need. Let it build. Let it ache.”
The boundaries between our bodies faded until only pleasure remained.
At the Prince’s command, I surrendered to the agonizing desire, letting it swell and consume me.
He throbbed; his breath grew labored. Sitri stood at his precipice, just as surely as he dragged me towards mine, and through my magic, I could taste his intent to hurl us both over the edge.
His fingers ground into my clit. His cock rubbed against every inch of my insides, overwhelming me, pulling me to the brink.
Stubble scratched against me. Sitri kissed his way along my chest, igniting my nerves. The Prince’s lips curled as he bared his fangs in a smile, running their razor-sharp edges over my throat and toward my shoulder.
“Are you ready to hurt for me, darling?”
“I-I think so,” I whispered, tensing as I realized what Sitri was about to do.
His tongue caressed my clavicle, spreading wet warmth as it trailed up my collar, his mouth opening, his labored breath a whisper against my skin…
And then he struck—sinking his teeth into my throat, piercing my neck, agony radiating from his bite. Fierce pain lanced through me, making me cry out, arching my spine. Sitri sheathed himself inside me. His fingers between my legs seized my clit, capturing my entire being between them.
When he delivered a sharp pinch, the pressure in my hips shattered, and with it, I broke.
My scream split the air, my muscles locked, our bodies entwined.
I clawed at Sitri’s back, marking him with my ecstasy, his jaws still tight around my throat.
My thrashing brought more pain, more fuel for the fire searing through my body.
Even that flame couldn’t burn forever. Once we’d ridden our orgasms as far as they could go, we collapsed together in a blissful heap.
Sitri released me from between his teeth, and I shuddered. Wet warmth collected where his mouth had once been. Our lips met in one last kiss, tasting of sweat and iron, before our bodies separated.
He hauled himself off me, and I groaned my disapproval. Everything spun, dissolving in a haze of euphoria. I wasn’t ready to return to myself. Not yet. I knew we’d have to separate sometime, but was in no hurry to move.
“I can already tell I’ll never get enough of you,” I murmured.
“Likewise. It’s a good thing we have all of eternity, isn’t it?”
When Sitri returned, he carried a stack of rags and a bottle of oils. One of them pressed against my neck, and at his command, I held it there. Once the bleeding stopped, he cleaned the sex from my skin and bathed himself as well.
He settled beside me, and I curled up in his arms. His warmth, his smoky sandalwood scent, and the softness of his lips on my forehead soothed me into a daze.
“You’re a good lay, Sitri.”
I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and he lifted his chin to draw me closer. It was the only compliment I could give. How woefully inadequate it seemed.
His smile told me he thought otherwise. “That? It was nothing, darling—just an appetizer. If you enjoyed it, though, I’d love to see what you think of the main course.”
I blushed, the heat of desire returning to my body. Sitri’s arm tightened around me. My breath hitched.
But he wouldn’t get the chance to follow through on his promise.
A hurried knock on the door drew our attention, and our heads snapped up to face it.
“Sitri, are you in there? Open up! We’ve got a problem,” Apollo shouted.
Sitri’s smile faded, and reality drove out the remnants of my hazy bliss. Apollo sounded anxious, frightened, even—a sure sign that our perfect morning ended then and there.