Chapter Twenty-Four
Luana
I perched on the edge of the makeshift bed, watching Ace’s eyes roam over my body.
He fell to his knees before me as if he were a man before an altar.
With his calloused hands, he guided my thighs to rest upon his broad shoulders.
With a single stroke of his tongue, a fire ignited inside me.
A guttural moan escaped my lips as I arched off the bed.
Ace's grip tightened on my hips, anchoring me to this world as he feasted with the hunger of a man starved.
I surrendered to the sensation, entwining my fingers in his dark, unkempt hair, holding him to me. My body writhed against the relentless strokes of his needy tongue, each lap and swirl pushing me further into the abyss of ecstasy. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against his face.
Without warning, he added his fingers into the mix, plunging them into me, hitting all the perfect spots.
The pumping of his hand coupled with the insistent lapping of his tongue shattered the fragile dam within me.
Waves of release crashed over me, leaving me gasping, shuddering, drowning in bliss.
As the tremors subsided, Ace's tender ministrations did not stop. He helped clean the remnants of my release with gentle, careful strokes until the final pulses of pleasure left my trembling body. I’d thought it would soothe the fire in me, but it only made me want him more.
He stood, and I captured his mouth, tasting the remnants of my release on his tongue.
I hummed and turned him toward the bed. It was his turn to sit down as I kissed him slowly and undid his pants.
“Luana, you don’t—” he said down the bond.
“I want to—” I cut him off in my mind and gripped his cock in my hand, which had him groaning.
I leaned down and licked at the crown, which had him cursing internally, but it only made me want to torment him more.
Give him the same pleasure he had wrung from me.
I finally wrapped my mouth around his cock and hollowed out my cheeks.
I used one hand to grip his thigh to hold me up while using the other to snake between my legs, because I desperately wished his cock were there right now. I needed more.
Instead, I found my clit and rubbed in circles as I bobbed my head and deep-throated him in long, slow draws.
I purred around his cock, so hungry for him.
I pulled back, and my tongue flicked out to lick over his balls, which had him hissing and gripping the nape of my neck.
Humming against his skin, I dragged my tongue up his shaft, loving the taste of him as more precum leaked from his tip, and then I sucked him back into my mouth.
His hips started to pump in tandem with the swirl of my fingers and I knew he was close.
The wave of pleasure built within me again, and I moaned around his cock.
“Fuck,” Ace sent down the bond as his hips jerked, and I swallowed down his release as it shot down my throat. I cried out then as I came undone again from another swirl of my fingers.
I released his cock and kissed up his chest where his muscles were quivering.
He was exhausted, and I knew he needed rest, but I couldn’t stop myself.
He gripped my wrist and pulled my fingers to his lips so he could suck my release from them and then pulled me into a gentle kiss.
He stood as we helped each other clean up before we made our way back to the bed.
Ace groaned when he finally lay down, clearly spent, and a worm of guilt slithered through me.
“Don’t do that,” he said down the bond and I hadn’t realized those thoughts had slipped through. “I wanted you, Luana. I will continue to heal, and I will be alright,” he said to me in my mind, and I nodded before he pulled me against his chest.
“How are the holes in the bed? Should I make them bigger?” I asked, and he shook his head.
“They’re comfortable,” he signed with his eyes closed.
I could tell he was already starting to drift.
I had created two holes in the earth of makeshift bed so he could lie on his back without it hurting the stumps that had started to grow.
Hopefully once they were more healed, his wings would sprout through again, but until then the holes would keep them safe while he slept.
“Thank you,” he murmured down the bond. And I brushed my fingers against his strong jaw.
“My mate . . . ,” I murmured before sleep claimed both of us.