Chapter 29 #3
She exhales, a soft sigh spilling from her lips, and my mind fractures into a storm of colour. Hues burst behind my eyes. Wild, blinding—splintering into prisms the instant her hand grazes my semi hardened length. And the second she wraps her silk fingers around it, I’m as hard as a rock.
Her gasp cuts through the air, sharp and breathless. Eyes widening as the truth of what she’s stirred takes hold. Her lips part, just barely, and the sight alone sends a brutal pulse of heat through me. My cock thickens, aching at the thought of those lips closing around me, soft and willing.
“I guess it’s true what they say about big hands,” she murmurs, eyes heavy with desire.
A grin pulls at the corner of my mouth. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She pumps my length, slow and steady, a wicked smile on her lips and I’m tumbling over the edge and into the world that is Odelia.
The ship is getting fixed, and then we will chase down the last key, we’ll find the treasure and then she will be gone.
That’s the truth waiting for us, no matter how hard I try to ignore it.
So why in all eight seas, are we torturing ourselves by holding back, pretending we don’t want what’s already written across both our faces? It’s going to tear us apart either way.
We’ve cheated death too many times. Every fight, every storm, every breath could have been our last. And if the Adamaris Sea decides to drag me under tomorrow . . . gods help me, I want her to have had me first.
She’s close enough that I can feel the heat of her breath, see the flecks of gold in her irises. The air between us hums, heavy with the desire we both know we crave. Then she tilts her chin, just slightly, and that’s all it takes—I’m gone.
With a low, rough moan I cup her face between my hands and drag her lips to mine, fierce and hungry, all the restraint I’ve been carrying over the last few days shattering in an instant.
She tastes of everything I’ve ever wanted, sharp and sweet, and I drink her in like I’ve been dying of thirst. Her hand pulls away from beneath my trousers, and even though I miss it the moment it’s gone, I relish in the feeling of both her hands stealing around my neck, fisting in my hair, dragging me closer until there is no space left, only heat and the press of her body against me.
The kiss deepens, teeth and lips colliding, messy, desperate. Kissing her underwater was mesmerising, but kissing her when we both have the freedom of air is intoxicating. I can’t get enough of her mouth, as I nip at her lips, and suck her tongue.
She sighs into me, soft and breathless, and the sound rips through me like lightning. I pull her closer—if that’s even possible—as I run my hands down her back, over her perfectly round ass and cup the back of her thighs.
With one effortless lift, I place her on the edge of the table, dropping my hands to lay flat against the surface either side of the cotton gown that I long to rip from her body. Her chest rises and falls, breath coming in short gasps. “What are you waiting for, Rune? Take me.”
“So, impatient,” I say, my voice low.
I run my gaze over her face, softly biting the corner edge of my bottom lip, before I slowly lean down and drag my mouth across her jaw. Her shoulders drop, body relaxing as I trail kisses down her neck, each one slower, deeper, as if I can brand her with nothing but lips and breath.
When I reach the hollow where her neck meets her shoulder, I let my incisors graze the delicate skin.
A warning, a promise. I bite just hard enough to claim a sound from her, then move lower, repeating as each moan spills from her mouth like it’s meant only for me.
Her hands grip the edges of my pants as she holds herself steady.
At this point, my cock is so hard it could tear a hole right through the front of my trousers.
It’s been quite some time since anyone—besides my hand—paid any attention to it.
I’ve had the opportunity to bed beautiful women, but it never amounted to anything more than a convenient distraction for all involved.
I drag the tip of my nose back up Odi’s neck, all the way to her ear, where I nip her lobe. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
She doesn’t hesitate. The fire in her eyes telling me that she wants this just as much as I do. With a flick of her wrist, she pulls the front of her nightgown to the side, exposing one of her breasts. My knees go weak at the sight of her pebbled nipple under the golden glow of firelight.
“Suck it,” she whispers.
With a vicious grin, I drop my head and capture her peaked nipple between my lips, sucking gently before running my tongue around it. She gasps out loud, arching her back to press her breast deeper into my mouth.
I think I’ve died and gone to the good place, and I truly hope no one wakes me from this pleasure.
Pulling back, I see Odi’s eyes roll back as her body responds to my touch, and I want to reach for my length and fist it until I’m spurting all over her legs, but I don’t.
I’ll make sure she’s writhing with bliss before I dare to finish.
Her gaze finds mine, and she reaches between us, lifting the white cotton of her gown up to her hips, until her legs are completely bare. I swallow, the heart in my chest exploding when she parts them wider for me.
I drop to my knees, desperate to feel some solid ground to support the trembling that has begun to plague my body.
“Taste it,” she commands softly.
The thread between us snaps, and my mind turns feral for her. I need her. All of her. With a soft growl, I grab her hips and yank her towards the edge of the table. She gasps, hands slapping the surface either side of her, as she finds her balance.
I don’t wait for her breath to catch up as I bury my face between her legs. She cries out the instant my tongue touches her warmth. Lapping, sucking, driving my tongue between the slit so I can taste just how pleased she is with me.
“Fuck, Odi,” I murmur before sucking her clit between my teeth. She cries out when I flick the hard bead with the tip of my tongue.
I glance up at her from my kneeled position, mouth still discovering the slickness that pools between her legs just for me. She moans, dropping her head back, hair brushing the table behind her as she slowly rocks her hips.
My hands find her firm thighs, and I grip them tighter, devouring her until her legs begin to shake, only then do I pull back. She drops her head to meet my gaze, brown eyes heavy with desire. “That’s how I like to be touched,” she utters softly.
A grin forms across my lips. “Noted.”
Odi leans forwards, grips my face in her hands and drags it up to meet her in another devastatingly hungry kiss. I know she can taste herself on my tongue, and it makes my cock swell.
I slowly stand, not wanting to pull my lips from hers. I’m too desperate for her, and even though I’m kissing her, it’s still not close enough. I possess her mouth with mine, our lips hauling into one another, fusing together until all I can taste is her.
She pulls back, dragging air into her lungs. So I take the opportunity to do the same while she tugs at the tie on my pants. They fall loose with almost no effort, my cock springing free from its fabric restraints.
Odi’s eyes take me in, growing wider with every second. “Fuck me,” she whispers in disbelief.
“I plan to.”
She draws in a sharp breath as I pull her nightgown over her head and let it fall to the floor. Now she sits bare before me, perched on the table’s edge, and the sight knocks the breath clean from my chest. Firelight licks across her skin, curling around her hips like molten gold.
A curse slips past my lips, as I take a step back to admire her beauty. Vicious seas help me, because I’ve never wanted anyone like this.
Odi slides off the table. “Come back here,” she commands.
She reaches out to palm my length, pumping up and down slowly, drawing a bead of precum to the tip of my cock. I drop my forehead to hers, closing my eyes and gripping her hips as I let the pleasure rip through my groin.
The world outside ceases to exist. It’s only her and I in this room, and we have the whole night to explore each other's bodies, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
The sound she makes when I scoop her up draws a smile to my lips, her legs curling around my hips instinctively as I carry her across the room. The bed creaks as I lay her down, melted chocolate tendrils spilling around her over the pale green bed covers.
She scoots further up as I climb after her, the mattress groaning under the weight of us both. My mouth is on her before I can stop myself, trailing kisses up her thighs, across her stomach and over the swell of her breasts.
Odi gasps, fingers tangling in my hair, and I don’t slow, don’t give her space to think. I reach her jawline, catch her mouth with mine and it’s desperate, messy, all the hunger we’ve been choking down finally unleashed.
One night. Just her and I. That’s all this is.
She tugs on my hair, ripping her lips from mine. Brown eyes wild, and hungry. “Where are your manacles now?”
A grin curves my lips. I reach behind me, fingers closing around the thin blanket I’d noticed draped at the end of the bed.
Before she can draw breath to protest, I catch both her wrists, lift them high above her head, and loop the fabric around them.
The knot bites snug, binding her to the headboard.
I lower my mouth, trailing kisses between her breasts. “Who needs manacles,” I murmur against her skin, “when you have sheets?”
“Ass,” Odi mutters, but she doesn’t fight me.
Her chest vibrates as I chuckle against her skin before sucking a nipple into my mouth. I want to ravish her until she is nothing but a wet trembling heap on this bed. I want to fill her, until all she craves is the taste and touch that only I can offer.