Chapter 51 #2
My mouth is filled with the heat of his pleasure as his hands continue to pull at me, tugging my head back, but I still don’t stop. Not until every drop of him has been released into me.
Feeling smug and leaving his cock glistening, I finally move back up his body, loving the way his chest heaves.
‘That wasn’t the plan,’ he groans, eyes still closed.
‘Well, it was mine.’ I grin, moving to roll off him. But before I can, he catches my wrist.
‘We’re not done yet, Rose Kultavaris,’ he growls.
My eyebrow arches upwards. ‘You’ve still got more?’ I question.
‘Have you seen how fucking sexy you are?’ That’s his only reply before he presses his lips against mine, his tongue unfazed as it explores my mouth.
‘Fuck, you’re so sexy,’ he moans as he kisses me. ‘I’ll never get enough of you, Rose, not in this lifetime. Not in a hundred lifetimes.’
His forehead rests briefly against mine, both of us panting now. Him from the effects of before, me from the desperation to have him all.
I kiss him again. There’s nothing other than this moment. The world beyond this room disappears entirely – the prophecy, the danger, everything waiting for us on the other side of tomorrow.
For now, it’s just him.
Just us.
His hands tighten against my back as I brush my fingers over his chest, the carved muscles of his stomach, and lower still, to where his cock is once again starting to harden.
As my fingertips reach to hold him, he sends the first array of sparks skittering across my nipples.
‘Hey!’ I gasp out. ‘I thought we weren’t using powers?’
‘Is that right? But I’ve never heard you complain…’
In the next heartbeat, sparks dance across what feels like every inch of my skin.
‘I don’t know if I can take it like this,’ I hiss through locked teeth as he shifts and climbs over me. My powers feel like they’re building along with my orgasm – raw, ragged, and a little bit wild.
‘Yes you can, Thorn. You can take it all. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,’ Kyor tells me, his eyes locked on me as he pushes inside and sends another wave of sparks at the same time.
‘Fuck!’ The gasp that flies from my lungs is close to a scream, and Kyor shifts his body as if he’s about to withdraw, but I grasp onto the edges of power and grab his shoulder, pulling him closer.
‘Don’t stop. I want to feel it all,’ I whisper.
‘Trust me, you’re going to, Thorn. You’re going to.’
Slowly, he goes again, and this time, biting against the overwhelming sensations, I let myself feel it. Every flicker of warmth as his hot cock stretches me. Every steady breath as he forces himself not to plunge straight into me. Every beat of his heart beneath my touch.
Kyor.
My prince is alive. And he’s here, with me.
And for the first time since everything began to unravel, I let myself stop thinking about what comes next. Besides him.
As he slides deeper, I rock against him, and I groan as he slowly eases his fullness into me.
‘That’s it,’ he moans. ‘Fuck me now, Thorn. Faster until I come. Until I fill you again.’
His hands toy with my breasts, stroking and pinching my nipples, holding them as I rock against him, harder and harder.
‘I will never tire of watching your face when I’m inside you,’ Kyor moans. ‘Do you like me stretching you, Thorn?’
I try to respond, but it’s nearly impossible.
‘Maybe you like something else better?’ He grins and sparks hit my clit with pinpoint precision, causing my hips to roll as a silent gasp catches in my throat.
‘I’m going to come,’ I pant, pressure and pleasure coming from every direction.
‘Just hold on a little longer for me, Thorn. Can you do that? Just a little longer?’
I don’t know if I can. My stomach tightens as he pushes himself so deep into me that I cry out.
‘You take me so well, Thorn,’ he groans. ‘Look at how well you take me. Such a good girl.’
‘I … I…’ The words stutter out of me.
‘It’s okay, you can come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you tighten around me. Let me feel you. Come for me, Thorn!’
His words push me over, and I’m lost to the heat of it, a broken cry tearing from my throat as everything unravels at once, sensation after sensation crashing through me in waves I can’t hold back.
He follows me over the edge for a second time with a low, rough moan, his grip tightening as he draws me closer, like he needs to anchor himself to something real.
To me. The heat of his release within me is enough to send my muscles into overdrive, and I’ve no semblance of control as my body’s unchecked movements pull him even closer.
Slowly, the waves diminish, and with my breath still coming in shallow bursts, he collapses next to me and pulls me close. Our bodies press together, skin slick and warm, hearts hammering in uneven rhythm.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks.
We just stay there, tangled together, the heat slowly fading into something softer. Something quieter, yet even more powerful.
Wordlessly, Kyor reaches out to pull a fur over us, and I curl into him.
As his pulse thrums under my fingertips, more warmth spreads through me.
Only now do I realise that my magic did not spill from me.
‘Hey,’ I murmur to him. ‘No accidental ice magic.’
‘You’re getting it.’ He kisses my temple.
I settle back into his arms, content in a way I haven’t been for a long time.
Now I know I have a man who would let nothing separate us.
Not even death. Who would tear the world apart if it meant keeping me safe.
This isn’t like what we had in the Retterheld.
It’s not a love that can be ripped away by one man’s cruel intentions.
This is something I didn’t know existed.
A bond that goes deeper than blood, and war, and even Godsdamn prophecies.
Whatever I have to face when we leave this room, I know I won’t face it alone.