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We close every inch of space between our bodies. It feels like we can’t get close enough. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. I slowly pull back from his mouth and look him deep in his gorgeous eyes.
"Yes, Tyr, I will definitely make that exception. Now touch me, love me, and don't you dare let go."
He gives me that smirk again, and before I know it, we’re lying on the ground kissing, his knees on either side of my own. Grabbing the hem of my robe, he pulls it out from under my ass before he sits me up and helps me out of it. Tyr puts his hand on my chest and lowers me back down. Taking his robe off and sitting back just enough to tug it over his head, he throws it to land on top of my own.
I lay here, my eyes never leaving his body. Even after more than a year in this place, this man's body is still toned and sexy. I notice his abs, seemingly carved in stone, ripple and move as he twists his body. I reach out to him, just to feel him under the tips of my fingers. He catches me staring at his body, lust swimming in his eyes. Biting his lip, he stands, letting me savor the sight. He moves toward my feet, gets on his knees, and starts to worship me.
Starting at my toes, he kisses every spot that marks my body. He starts with tender lips until he gets to a couple of bruises on my thigh. I feel him gently blow and lick the purple spots. My legs open for him slightly, my breathing becoming labored. He moves closer and closer to me– his hands never stop moving or exploring my body.
I want him so badly, but he’s moving too slowly. I want him to ravage me, touch me in ways I've never been touched before. When he gets close enough, I raise my hips to his mouth, silently urging him on. He grins and glances up at me, smiling wider as he notices the shy, yet frustrated look on my face.
His tongue, agonizingly slow, licks my clit while he reaches up and grabs a handful of one of my breasts. His other hand softly traces circles on the back of my leg, soothing me like he always has. Moving both hands under my thighs, he uses his fingertips to gently squeeze, making my hips thrust on their own. My chest feels empty without his touch, I want–no, need– his hands on me.
“Oh God, Tyr,” I breathe. He moans gently at the sound of his name on my lips, the vibrations making me tremble with pleasure. I reach one hand down to play with his hair, pushing his head down against me. I feel his hot mouth breathing roughly, and I’m fully ready to feel his lips and tongue upon me.
He licks and sucks, making me gasp for my next breath. I’m so lost within him that I barely notice his fingers moving down to my soaking entrance. They gently press inside as his head raises up and comes closer to mine.
He continues to move his fingers inside me ever so softly as he kisses and sucks. Licking his lips, he blows his warm breath over my nipples. The feeling is new, amazing, and sexy. Using his fingers, he pinches and rolls them, a new feeling that makes my toes curl in anticipation.
"I will never tire of this sight. Even when I grow old and blind, this moment will be etched into my memory forever." Tyr leans down and whispers the words to my soul. "I've waited for this since I first laid eyes on you. You are mine, Nova."
Suddenly, he flips us over. With my legs straddling his hips, I start to shift and grind my body against his, feeling his hard cock under me. My hands press on his stomach as I steady myself against him. He feels large, and I don't know if he will fit inside, but I’m now soaking wet and practically writhing in need.
"Tyr, please. I need you inside of me."
He chuckles and grabs his cock, pressing it to my core. Planting his feet on the ground and bending his knees to gain leverage, he pushes himself in slowly, slipping inside without resistance.
I throw my head back, my face once again towards the sky. My hands slide down his chest, digging my fingers into his waist as I arch my back, my eyes shut tightly in painful pleasure.
"Oh, fuck!" He’s big, but my body accepts him. We fit together like puzzle pieces. We are forever meant to be in this position together.
"Look at me, Nova. Look at me while I fuck you." He sits up and uses one hand, placing it on the back of my head, and pulls me close so our eyes lock.
I sink my body further down onto him and start to slide up and down slowly. Sweat drips from my neck and down my chest, dripping off of them onto his body. Tyr groans and starts to thrust up into me, needing to be deeper inside. Letting go of my neck, he reaches down and strokes my clit with his thumb.
The beating waves of the ocean match our breaths and moans. I soon feel my body tense up, ready to explode.
"That's it, love, come on my cock."
My moans come faster, my body tightening with him inside me. Finally crashing over the edge of oblivion, I feel like I'd lost the ability to breathe. My vision goes black, and my toes tingle. After a moment, Tyr follows me over the edge. His hands find their way to my hips and use my body the way he needs. I know I'll have bruises later, but these won’t bother me.
"You're my Supernova. You burn brighter than the sun, and you will be my undoing." His cock still inside me, he kisses the hair that’s stuck on my face. "I'll never let go of you, I promise."
Skeleton Keys
The weeks following Roger's demise are peaceful, but somewhat nerve-wracking. It isn't that we like being prisoners inside the mansion, but it’s familiar to us now. We have a routine that we feel we have to keep up, even with the knowledge that Roger’s dead. We also know that we have to find a way out, yet we don't have any indication of how to accomplish that.
The windows aren’t accessible because of the impenetrable hurricane shutters. The doors are made of thick steel, and next to impossible to open. The roof is lined with the fence and wires that Tyr fixed, but unfortunately, he doesn’t know how to reverse his work.
"It's been three and a half weeks." Kiyanna sits on the kitchen counter. "We are almost out of food, Roger's body smells, and we've gotten into every door but one since we've been free."
"Well, I guess it's time to get into the last door and figure out how to disarm the system. It has to be the security room, the one with all the camera feeds. It's been long enough. I know that none of us want to be here any longer, but we can't sit here wasting our lives away, waiting for someone else to do the job for us." I wince because that comes out more stern and mean than I want it to.
Without saying anything, Tyr rubs my shoulders harder. He has been standing behind me, massaging the kinks from my neck the entire fifteen minutes we’ve all been standing here. He leans closer and kisses the tip of my ear.
"Nova's right. Obviously, no one has been able to find us. What makes us think they would find us after Roger died?" Tyr steps back and starts to walk from the kitchen. He pauses and looks back at the rest of us. "Well, come on."
An hour later, we haven't gotten any further. The damn door just won't open. We’ve tried kicking, ramming into it, prying it open with that despicable hammer. Nothing. We are all leaning against the walls surrounding the door.
