“I see you. You have so much more to give than you realize. I loathe your father for making you unable to open your heart to see others that will love you too. Not as much as me, because I believe that’s impossible to reach, but enough to show you more beauty in a world that has been tainted for you.”
How could I love something beyond what my mind or soul could comprehend? I liked to believe there were threads of my devotion to her being woven in the fabrics of every universe. That I would recognize her in any life, in any form, in any age. Should we meet again across time and space and beyond, I would look at her and know the path home. I would know the beat in my chest was only borrowed, and I would give it back to her. I would always see beauty in her that made the world around us pale in comparison.
“You are my life, Astraea,” I whispered, slipping a hand around her nape and bringing her mouth to mine. “That will never change.”
I groaned with the feel of Astraea’s magick from her palms heating over my skin.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I sighed as both our tremors started to subside with the glorious heat.
“Sorry, it took a moment. Everything felt… so numb. As if I were dead but aware.”
“I know. I did the only thing I could think of, though I’m not sorry about it.”
A small laugh escaped her before her brow furrowed and her forehead fell against mine.
“You are my life too, Rainyte.”
My eyes closed and my fingers ran up her spine. The heat from her magick was such absolute bliss that the misery from moments ago was already forgotten. All I could think about now was her naked body against mine.
“There are other ways we could get warmer faster,” I muttered thickly.
Desire flickered in her silver-blue eyes before she kissed me, shifting around to straddle me, and my cock jutted against her heat.
“You’ve definitely kept me waiting too long.”
I gripped her hair to kiss her deeper, coaxing her hips down more to feel her growing wetter, hotter, for me.
“This is a temple of worship,” she panted as my mouth descended on her chest like a starved animal.
“You’re a goddess,” I said thickly, squeezing her thighs around me. “I’m going to worship you. I’d say we’re in the perfect place.”
They say the temples are where the veil between our world and the gods who made it is thinnest. It was deplorable of me to find satisfaction in that, when they’d tried to keep me from Astraea at many given turns, and now they would bear witness to how inevitably she was destined to become mine. How many of the worlds and veils and laws I would shatter to have her.
I flicked her nipple with my tongue before sucking, turning wild with the responses of her body writhing against mine and the small sounds she made. Something between a moan and a breath that were small begs for more, and I would happily oblige. Slowly, torturously for us both, but it would make the climax that much more powerful. Delectable things deserved to be savored, and Astraea… she was the most exquisite thing to taste, watch, feel. There would never be enough of her in my hands.
“Get up and bend over that altar for me,” I ordered before dragging my teeth along her collar.
She gasped, gripping my hair tighter. When the tapestry fell, she shivered, but I was going to make her sweat for me instead.
Astraea did as I asked, and the sight of her was a religious experience initself. The moonlight spilled perfectly over her body, breasts pressed against the marble altar with her gloriously angled back glistening with silver tattoos. I took my time marveling over every detail of her until I settled on the awaiting pink spot between her legs.
“Widen your stance. Good girl.” I ran a hand up her spine, gently pushing her head down to rest between her splayed palms. “Fucking perfect.”
My other hand curved over her ass. I watched her face as I circled my palm before bringing it down in a slap that echoed through the temple. Astraea gave something of a gasp that ended in a moan. So I did it again, delighting in how her brow pinched in pleasure as I soothed the heat blooming on the pink flesh of her ass.
I surprised myself with the raging impulse to drop to my knee and didn’t think before sinking my teeth into her flesh I’d already marked. Astraea cried out, and her blood flooding down my throat snapped something in me. Her legs were already beginning to shake, and I slipped my fingers through the slickness that was pooling out of her now. So warm and wet. All I did was slide them back and forth, circling her apex, and it didn’t take much with my teeth still buried in her for her tremors to turn more violent with the climax that rushed over her. Before she could have it, I let go with a groan of pained pleasure, completely lost in primal lust when I stood, pulling her upright and turning her around.
Astraea’s face was clouded in a daze of desire. Her cheeks flushed rose, and I kissed her once, hard and needy, before lifting her onto the altar.
“You’re going to lie on this altar and come on my tongue, and when you do, scream my name for every god to hear,” I said in a growl.
Hooking Astraea’s legs over my shoulders, I licked through the desire she pooled for me. Her hands gripped over the edges of the altar on either side while her back ached beautifully with my first taste. She was a sight worth painting to decorate the grandest palace.
I feasted on her desire and soared to the song of her moans building and changing with every spear of my tongue into her and every suction around her sensitive bud. My hands clamped around her thighs, and I was determined to make her finish from my mouth alone.
“Give it to me,” I growled, devouring her deeply.
Her hips undulated more, struggling against my tight hold. I kind of wanted her standing to let her ride my face, as she clearly wanted to, but I couldn’t stop. This orgasm was mine. All mine to give.
