Chapter 45 Falling
FALLING
AMARA
AN ALIEN CRY escapes me as Vexar drives into me with one brutal thrust. I thought I had taken most of him already, but I was wrong. There was more. So much more.
Overwhelming ecstasy narrows my vision until all I can see are his eyes as he slowly retreats and presses forward again. His fear is completely gone, and I watch as he gives himself over to me. Fully.
Our hands roam. Lips dance. And I can feel him everywhere. The honesty of the moment reaches an intensity I didn’t know was possible. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone. Every thrust. Every sound. Every smell. Every emotion. Raw, honest, and perfect.
“Mek Lysaer…” he whispers, his voice ragged and unrestrained.
Claws prick into the flesh of my ass. I can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure; every sensation is ecstasy.
Love and desire in physical form. Another climax builds.
Spots line my vision. My fingers drag through his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him, tasting the salt on his skin, feeling the raw power of his body above me.
“Come for me,” he begs, as his teeth tease my ear. “Let me feel your pleasure. Let me hold you as you fall apart.”
And I do fall apart. My nails dig into his back as an orgasm rips through my shaking body. I scream his name, rolling my hips, chasing the pleasure, needing more.
“Vok,” he rumbles, low and deep.
The feeling of fullness intensifies, and I moan at the strange sensation.
“I am swelling,” he rumbles. “Tell me if it is too much.”
I just want more, so I nod and keep moving.
“Words, Amara.”
“Yes, yes. Just don’t stop,” I gasp.
“Tell me if I need to.”
I nod and rock my hips. “I just need to feel you.”
“Gods, you are perfect,” he says, as his lips find mine.
With each stroke, there is a slow increase of pressure that has me moaning and gripping his forearms with all of my strength. My hips meet his with every thrust, seeking more as every sensation peaks.
“I do not know how we fit together, but you take me so well,” he says as he presses himself up until he’s sitting back on his knees, holding my hips to his, and continuing to rock into me. The sensation is beyond words.
My eyes trace the lines of his body, the way his damp hair swings with every gentle thrust, the patterns of scars and tattoos that adorn his skin. He’s perfect. Like he was carved by my own subconscious.
His eyes drop to the place where our bodies meet, and I feel his carnal pride. “You look so beautiful stretched around my swollen cock.”
“Oh god,” I moan, “where did this filthy mouth come from?”
“I speak only the truth.”
Another wave of pleasure builds as his shameless, wild eyes burn into me. My very soul is on display. Fully bare. Fully open.
“Come for me, mek Lysaer,” he says again, pushing me over the edge and into another screaming release.
He’s over the top of me again. Holding my body to his.
Rocking into me as my mind breaks. I’m falling.
Tumbling through space as my entire being is consumed by a height of sensation that shouldn’t be possible.
Through the darkness, I feel Vexar’s pleasure reach a point of near agony as he groans and buries himself in my throbbing center.
Vhorathi words fall from his lips. Muscles tremble.
And the feeling of complete rightness settles into my bones as he rolls to his side and pulls me to his chest.