20. Keira #3
I am left tied up and struggling for air as he slides out from underneath me, and my body is finally lowered to the ground. Weakness rolls over me and I struggle to keep my eyes open. There is no way I could stand right now, much less do anything else.
Then I register the swishing of fabric and clinking of metal as he fully undresses. Thuds tell me he has dropped his clothes to the ground. The very thought of Aldrin naked has my core aching with need, but I can’t see him, because the damned ropes hold me tightly in place.
I am suddenly nowhere near as spent as I thought I was.
My heart skips a beat as he takes slow steps toward me from behind.
My bonds come to life once more, arranging me so I am on my knees, head and chest pressed into the ground and butt up in the air.
I sense the moment Aldrin takes to appraise me in this most intimate position with everything on display.
A low, lust-filled growl leaves his throat.
His hands pull me wide and his thighs press against the back of mine, hard with muscle and hot against my skin.
His cock grinds between their apex, slipping through my wetness and sending lightning erupting through my body as its head slides over my clit.
His hands move up my hips and over the sides of my back as he kisses his way so damned tenderly up each notch of my spine.
When his hand reaches the back of my neck, he holds me down, firmly pressing me into the soft bed of moss and petals. He speaks right into my ear. “I am going to fuck you hard, because I think we both need it.”
“Punish me, Aldrin,” I moan. “Show me what happens when I’ve been bad.”
His deep laughter vibrates through my back, where his chest is pressed against it.
He pulls back marginally and guides just the head of his cock into my entrance.
His fingers curl around my hip almost painfully, holding me tight, while his other hand doesn’t leave my neck.
The anticipation is overwhelming, having the first inch of him spreading me open.
Then he slams it in, all the way to the hilt, and my body sings with the sensation.
Aldrin sets a brutal pace, sliding his huge cock almost all the way out of me, then back in with a force that lights up all of the deepest spots within me.
With each thrust of his hips, my body lurches forward.
I rock my hips against his and we move in a dance that becomes harder and faster with each plunge.
The brutish grunts that leave his throat each time he buries himself deep into me drive me wild. Then the hand on my hip sweeps across my curves until his finger lands on my clit, swirling and stimulating it while he fucks me.
My entire awareness becomes saturated with layers of sensation.
The friction of his cock grinding across the walls of my core.
My depths throbbing with ecstasy with hit after hit.
My clit sending bursts of lightning through me to the tips of my limbs.
The echoed pleasure coming from Aldrin with the tug and pull of his cock as it pumps in and out of me.
His mind is a wash of carnal need combined with erotic bliss that builds upon itself each time our bodies come together. He holds back the dam of his own release as he focuses on bringing me to the same point with a single-mindedness, but it is growing to a near unbearable point for him.
The idea of him climaxing inside me is enough to tip me over the edge.
I jerk in his clutches as an orgasm rips me apart that is so pure, I no longer remember my name, my problems or where we are.
All I perceive is his huge body wrapped around mine, his hips crashing against mine with savagery, and his cry muffled against my back as he finds his own release.
I instinctually clamp around him as his cock twitches within me, spilling its hot seed.
We fall to the ground in a sweaty, sticky mess of limbs, laughter of pure elation spilling from us.
I reduce my restraints to a fine powder of dust as Aldrin rolls onto his back, not letting go of me.
I half climb onto his chest, resting my head between his pectorals and listening as the still-frantic beat of his heart gradually slows.
My stomach flutters as he places a kiss on top of my head.
I run a hand up his muscled chest. “Did you get what you needed? Was your cruel punishment of me enough to satisfy your base desires?”
His voice turns low, eyes simmering with heat. “You fucking enjoyed it.”
“A little too much, I think.” I nestle back into his chest, closing my eyes.
“There is no such thing.” He threads his hand through my hair and pulls my face up to him. “When it comes to me and you, there is no such thing as demanding too much pleasure. It is one of the ways I take care of you.”
We lie there, bound up together and relishing the closeness of our bodies with small caressing touches. By the Soul Ripper, I have missed him.
“Can we just stay here, naked and having incredible sex for the rest of our lives?” I ask. “We don’t need to go back out there and fight an uprising or win a throne, right?”
“Mm-hmm,” he replies, grazing his fingers over my nipple. “Don’t tempt me.”
All of a sudden I jolt up as though bitten. I lean over him, resting my hands on his pectorals and peering into his face as excitement thrums through me. “Aldrin. I know what our next two moves will be!”
“I hope you mean our next two sex positions.” The look he gives me has my stomach dropping with anticipation.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts. “This is important. Titania has been starving the people of Spring for her own profit and hiding exorbitant amounts of food in warehouses that she is slowly selling at a premium. I believe she will flood the city with it when things get truly dire to make herself appear the hero. I have the warehouse locations, and you are going to capture them with your dark army of assassins.”
His eyebrows raise. “Am I now?”
“Yes.” My smile grows wicked. “Then you are going to return to the capital with the Spring Court’s hidden armies and hand out all that food to the people. You will be more than a hero. You will be a messiah returned from the dead to save them. And I have a plan for how we will find the troops.”
Aldrin leans up on an elbow and kisses me hard. “Gods, I love your brilliant mind.”