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“Don’t touch,” I whisper. “Just…lick.”
He hesitates for the slightest moment, before his tongue darts out, flicking against the sensitive skin just at the edge of my folds. It’s a soft touch, feather-light, and I can feel myself shivering in response.
“More,” I breathe, arching my hips forward. “I need more than that.”
Oberon obeys, his tongue sweeping over my clit in long, slow strokes. My eyes roll back in my head as the pleasure floods through me, radiating outwards until it feels like every nerve ending is alive with sensation. I moan, the sound low and strained as I feel myself starting to slip away.
“Yeah…yeah, that’s it,” I whisper, my fingers threading through his hair as I guide him. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t stop, and I lose myself in the sensation. My hips buck and twist, dancing to his rhythm as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. My breath hitches in my throat, my body trembling under his relentless assault as I grind my hips against his face.
“Oh, Oberon,” I gasp, my voice hoarse with need. “I’m so close…”
He doesn’t miss a beat, his tongue licking and his lips sucking my clit into his mouth with a hunger that matches my own. I’m close—so close that I can feel it building, surging through me like a wildfire. I cry out, my hands clenching in Oberon’s hair as my orgasm washes over me in a tsunami of pleasure. It consumes me, every nerve ending screaming in euphoria, and for a moment, I forget everything else but this wonderful, intoxicating feeling.
When it finally fades, I roll my hips once more as Oberon drags his tongue lazily up my seam, eyes sparkling. He pulls his hands up to tuck them behind his head, watching as I move from his face down his body, toward his waiting cock. I drag his shorts down and he huffs out a breath, a strangled moan erupting from low in his throat.
“This is for me,” I whisper. “I’m taking it because I want to.”
“Use me, Ais,” he growls. “Do whatever you want.”
I take his shaft in my hand and stroke him once, twice, as I line myself up with him. My pussy is dripping with slick, a line of it making a slow trail down to his hip.
I sheath myself around him in one swift movement, breaking the seal.
He gasps, but he doesn’t move, his knot staying at my threshold and not slipping inside.
And it feels…god, it feels good.
I look into his eyes, and I can see the raw hunger there, the desperation and the longing. I start to ride him, rolling my hips, playing with my own nipples as I watch the desire on his face grow.
“If this is what I need to survive, then so be it.” I say, meeting his gaze with resolve. “I’m taking what I need to get by, and I’m choosing you.”
I don’t know what tomorrow holds. I’ve lost so much already, but I won’t lose myself. I won’t let this city take any more from me. I’ll be the one to choose my own path, my own pleasure, and my own pain.
Oberon groans, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through me, and I can tell it’s going to be good. I pick up the pace, my hips moving faster and harder, my skin slicked with sweat and my heart pounding in time with my actions.
“I’m yours, Aisling,” he growls.
“Good,” I breathe. “You can…fuck, you can touch me now—“
His hands grip my waist, fingers digging into my flesh, but he lets me continue to set the pace.
And as I start to feel the surge building within me, I can’t help but think about all the times I’ve been used, all the times I’ve had no control. But now, it feels different. Now, it feels like I have a choice, and that power is intoxicating.
Oberon’s eyes never leave mine as I grind down onto him, my body alive with need. His knot starts to swell, each thrust becoming more urgent. I won’t let him knot me, though—not this time, but next time, as I work through whatever the hell I’m working through. His hips buck up to meet my own, creating a rhythm that feels like it could go on forever.
As the tension builds and the pleasure intensifies, I can feel it—the moment is coming. I let out a cry of pure ecstasy as I climax, my body convulsing around him. A wave of pleasure washes over me, and for a brief moment, everything else fades away.
Slowly, I come back to reality, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. I collapse onto Oberon’s chest, gasping for breath as he wraps his arms around me, his breathing matching my own.
“I don’t know when I’ll be fixed,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “But I need this. I need you.”
Oberon’s eyes lock onto mine, a mix of pain and need evident in their depths. “I need you too,” he replies, his voice rough with emotion.
We stay like that for a long moment, our bodies connected, our hearts beating in sync. It’s a strange sort of peace, one that feels almost unfamiliar to me. But as I look at Oberon, I know that I’ll take this silence over the noise any day.
New Eden is gone. The Garden is growing once again.
