Her nails bit into the back of his neck.
And the hand on his face slid back into his hair to hold him against her.
Their tongues were languid, their kiss one born of sensuality and grace while their hips married each other. Her excitement coated every inch of him, gripping him with a passion that tightened his groin.
He rolled to his back, taking her with him, needing more, needingher.
She sat up and he followed, his arms wrapping around her as he devoured her mouth. Her legs slipped around his waist, seating her in his lap as they continued their embrace.
Every part of them was touching.
Her breasts to his chest.
Her arousal to his.
Her arms encircling his neck.
Her fingers in his hair.
Her tongue in his mouth.
Fuck, he was done for, but he needed her to come. He’d promised to take care of her, not just tonight, but for always, and he’d meant it.
He could feel her teetering on the edge, her body needing his touch to push her over, and maybe his words, too.
“You’re going to come for me, Aya,” he whispered, his hand slipping between them to find the place that would force her over the edge. “You’re going to come for me rightnow.” He thrust up into the spot that would send her to the stars while pressing down on her clit at the exact same time.
“Issac,” she gasped, her grip around him tightening as her body began to shake.
His lips found her neck, his instincts demanding he mark her again.
She screamed as he bit her, the endorphins of his bite tripling the ecstasy she felt inside and forcing her right into another orgasm before the first had come to an end. He hoped those endorphines remained with him always and weren’t just an Ichorian trait. But if they did eventually leave him, he would find other pleasurable ways to bite his Aya.
Becausefuck, he loved her reaction to his mouth.
Her tight sheath squeezed him to the point of near pain, forcing him to follow her into oblivion. There was no choice. Not that he wanted one.
He chased after her, longing to fly at her side, dreaming of the day where he grew his own wings.
But for now, he would settle for these shared moments of bliss, these rapturous kisses between their souls that drugged them both in inexplicable euphoria.
His heart hammered in his chest as he erupted, claiming her from the inside out as she clawed his back in response, her own pleasure still unraveling.
He captured her mouth once more, kissing her through their union and whispering vows of more against her tongue.
She moaned, her muscles slowly unclenching as he gently coaxed her down from her high.
Her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow as he laid her down, his cock still deep inside her as he hovered over her, their bodies moving in slow, subtle strokes to draw out the residual quakes of their pleasure.
Then his forehead met hers, his lips curling in an exhausted yet gratified grin. “How do you feel, Aya?”
“Alive,” she whispered.
“Me, too.” He kissed her again, his tongue lazily stroking hers as he waited for their bodies to recover.
It wouldn’t take long, their immortal souls quick to rejuvenate and replenish their reserves.
Her fingers slid up and down his spine, her happiness warming their bond.You were right,she marveled.I definitely needed rest.
