The climax was still tingling my skin when his cock pushed inside my tight channel. Then it was like that orgasm wouldn’t end, only roll into another with his thrusts hitting a perfect spot inside me.
“Fuck,” he rasped, voice strained with his impending release. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I rasped, meeting him stroke for stroke with the lift of my hips.
I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.
“Ready to come with me again?”
“Yes,” I mewled.
“Good fucking girl.” He said each word between thrusts before he came, spending himself inside me in long, jutting strokes.
He pulled out abruptly, replacing his cock with his fingers, pushing his release back inside me, and I came again to the primal claim it felt like. Hedidn’t stop until I was a shuddering, sweat-slicked mess. He knelt between my legs with his other hand pumping his cock.
When I deflated from that earth-shattering climax, I lay there near bursting from happiness and love. So much love for Rainyte, who kissed his way slowly back up my body.
Nyte went to retrieve all the cushions from the bed to bring before the fireplace while I was reluctant to move from the warm bliss. When I saw the two angry purple scars from his torn-out wings, a piece of me withered inside.
I pushed up, the black bedsheet half covering me now as he settled back down, arranging the cushions. He stopped moving at my touch on his shoulder.
Neither of us spoke, but as Nyte turned a little more, I took that as permission to trace my fingers over his back.
“I don’t miss them,” Nyte said, as if that was my concern. “I have a far bigger set of wings now. I can’t decide if it should be humorous or not.”
He was hiding what losing his wings meant to him. Though he had Eltanin to fly with, I couldn’t imagine the void that had been left inside him when his wings were taken. I felt compelled to touch those thick scars, like they called for me to discover something about him.
When I touched his wing scars, I gasped at the tug within me. As if it pulled me through a void. I didn’t know where I was, stolen away from our room. It was a similar sensation to when my own memories filtered their way into the present after they’d been lost, trying to get me to understand something I couldn’t remember. Except this was Nyte’s memory.
I saw a woman with flaming red hair whose beauty was too perfect to be of mortal nature. She seemed so angry, but an anger that was crafted of pain. She reminded me a lot of… Nyte.
I was sucked back to the brown surroundings of Nadir’s home by Nyte, who held my wrist while fire danced across his concerned expression.
“When you were asleep… where did you go?” I asked, a little breathless because the vision had felt so raw and real. Nyte harbored such strong pain and yearning toward that woman that my eyes pricked with the echo of his emotions.
Nyte’s face relaxed in surprise. “I think I went… home. Or at least my mind did.”
“Who was that woman? With the red hair?”
His brow twitched as he stared at nothing in particular. “My mother.”
I was slammed with shock. He didn’t elaborate, and I tried to read his face, wondering if it had caused him more pain or given him closure to have met her.
“What was she like?” I asked, tracing the golden marks absentmindedly up his forearm.
“She was… everything I could have become,” he said honestly. His tone was haunted. “I would have… if you died and weren’t going to come back, I would have fallen down a similar dark path. She started a continent-wide war because of me. Five hundred years ago when I was taken from her. She’d suffered a lot before that, and I guess losing me snapped her for good.”
A fist tightened in my chest; my lips pressed to his shoulder where we sat in a comfortable entanglement of limbs.
“Being in that realm, did you find what you were looking for?”
A part of Nyte had always been lost and, while I couldn’t comprehend how his experience was possible, I hoped he gained the closure about his mother and the birth realm he didn’t know he’d been looking for.
“I think so,” he said quietly. “Or at least… I know without a doubt I don’t want to go back. I learned where I came from, and I also discovered the only place I truly belong is with you. Wherever that might be.”
I kissed the corner of his mouth, and he cupped my cheek.
“I belong with you too. I always have,” I whispered.
