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“There…” he says, trailing his fingers down my neck, raising goosebumps in their wake. “All done.” He kisses the top of my head then taps my shoulder. I get to my feet, and before I can turn around, he’s standing behind me, sliding the dress off my shoulders, leaving me in the sheer gown.
“Arms up, princess.” His voice is deep, husky, and it seems to vibrate straight through me.
I lift my arms over my head without a second thought and he bunches the thin fabric, taking it up and over my head. I can feel his eyes, like a spider creeping down my spine, slowly igniting every nerve it steps over. Suddenly, I’ve forgotten how to move.I'm left standing before him, naked, clothed in nothing more than painted swirls.
His touch is feather light, gently feeling down my spine. My breath catches the second he reaches the small of my back and he stops. It's not the greedy, possessive touch I expected it to be. This is something different, something deeper. It's as if he's trying to memorize every curve, every dip, every arch that makes me who I am.
I turn in place, daring to meet his eyes. They’re filled with an obsessive fascination, and I can't help but wonder what he sees when he looks at me like that, but I can feel the longing through the bond, the unspoken desire.
"Gods," he breathes, shaking his head. "If you only knew the thoughts in my head..." His fingers trace my collarbone, starting at my shoulder and working in. "You'd never doubt yourself for a second."
Gently, he tips my chin, his mouth lowering to mine. It's so simple with him... All it takes is a look, a single tender kiss, and every unsettled nerve fades away like it never existed.
"Let's get you dressed." Loric reaches for my nightgown on the bed.
He unfolds the gown, turning back to me. As he starts to raise it over my head, I stop him, my hand resting on his, lowering it. Loric arches a brow.
"I don't want to think about what comes after this..." Not the unknown, the fear associated with going somewhere new, not the fact my nightmares will return without him,none of it.
"Then what do you want?" he murmurs, dropping his hands.
"To be yours, just for tonight." I drop my eyes, staring at the swirls on his chest. "If this is it, then I want to remember it. I want to pretend for just a moment that a world exists where my heart isn't going to break tomorrow. Where this could be the beginning of something new."
I feel like I've found some part of me that's been missing, like some dark void has been filled within me, like I'm whole. And I want to blame that on me being locked away, that I never got to experience what being with someone was truly like until now, but I can't shake the feeling. It's like my soul has been searching for something and now that It's finally found it, it's slipping through my fingers.
He tilts his head, his eyes round as he looks between mine. He doesn't say anything, but I can feel my heart flutter and I don't think the feeling is my own.
Loric slips his arm around me, pulling me closer. His knuckles slide up my cheek, the rings on his hand cold. "You can't say things like that to me..." He shakes his head, his eyes darkening. "As is, I'mdrowninglike I don't know how to swim. So, trust me when I say your heart won't be the only one breaking tomorrow, Calamity." His teeth still his bottom lip. "I'm falling helplessly in love with you and saying goodbye is going to completely destroy me, but I have to... andgods, I hate it."
He holds my face in his hands, the dress lost to the floor somewhere, and presses his lips to mine in a searing kiss that sets my very soul on fire. The tip of his tongue slides across my bottom lip, so heartbreakingly soft, as he holds me close. Time slows as my hands explore him with a tender touch, feeling the dried paint beneath my fingers. A surge of electricity surges through me, sending a wave of heat flooding my veins.
The room disappears around us, the world and everyone else in it becoming insignificant. All that remains is him and I and this moment. My lips part for him, and his tongue teases mine, each caress and stroke filled with a need that threatens to devour us both.
I can taste the faerie wine on his lips, smell the magic on his skin. His breaths become ragged as it deepens further, the air warm against my skin, and I press against him, feeling hischest rise and fall as he steps into me, slowly turning until the back of my knees hit the bed. The desire coursing through the bond, mingling with my own has my need turning fervent, until urgency defies all reason and I let myself fall.
My back hits the bed as I drag him down with me, my legs parting for him. Our movements are frantic, frenzying, as if we can't get close enough fast enough, becoming victim to an insatiable hunger that only the other can fill.
Fisting his hair, I hold him to me as he devours my every sense, kissing away the tears I didn't know started falling, taking away every worry, every care, until there is only us, only this.
Loric growls, the sound vibrating through me, and his hips grind against mine, pinning me to the bed beneath him. The friction sends sparks floating behind my eyelids, spinning my core tighter than I thought possible from a simple touch.
“Calamity,” he rasps, lips trailing fire down my throat. His hands grip my ass, grinding my center harder against his rigid length. I moan, lost in the feel of him, the taste of him. His lips crash into mine, bruising and thorough, only breaking to tear away the remaining barriers between us.
He lifts to step out of his pants, and I stare down the space between us, watching the way his cock bobs, now free of the restraints. His hands glide up my sides, calloused palms scraping over sensitive skin. He cups my breasts, testing their weight, and rolls my nipples between his fingers, then proceeds to take them each in his mouth. His silver eyes darken as he watches me, gauging my every reaction, pupils blown wide with lust.
Pleasure lances through me, tightening low in my belly. I gasp, arching into his touch. Loric reads my body like it’s his native tongue, giving me exactly what I want, what I need, what I crave. He nips the curve of my breast, grinding his length through my sex, a hungry groan escaping his lips.
"Fuck... You're so godsdamn wet." He pants against my skin, his muscles flexing as he moves. It's impossible not to look at him, to watch him. He's a work of art.
Loric sits back, gripping his cock, hard and thick and dripping for me as he drags it over my clit. I moan, my back bowing off the bed. My hands fist in covers as he feasts on the sight of me, as if he could get drunk of the way my body responds to his. My eyelids are heavy as I watch him lick his fingers, and he watches me take them, teasing me until I’m shaking beneath him. His hand strokes his length as he brings me to the brink, over and over again only to take it away.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for. I just need him, all of him, now.
Only then does he move.
He lines himself up with my entrance, arms hooking around my knees. His abs roll as he presses into me, stretching me, filling me so full it takes my breath away.
Lifting his head, his eyes find mine. "Gods, Chaos," he breathes as our bodies collide. "You take every inch of my cock like it was made for you."
