“Put me inside you.”
She stares down at my cock, as if unsure of what to do. Then her hand caresses it for long moments as if learning it first. I smile as I watch her tongue dart out to swipe across her lower lip.
“Keep staring at it like that, love, and I might just beg you to put your mouth on me.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “I’ve never.”
With an eyebrow arched, I clarify, “Never put your mouth on another in that way?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“When you’re ready, I’d like very much to be the first.” I can’t help but groan as the thought takes hold. “You have no idea how bloody much.”
A small smirk is the only answer she gives, as if emboldened by my declaration.
“Go on, love, rise up, and guide me back inside you. Sit on my lap and let me fill you once more.”
The second her center greets my tip, a primal hunger sets in. Sitting up, I cup the back of her neck, softly touch the spot that sets her aflame, and then revel in her reaction. Her moan. Her hands, as they roam wantonly over my chest. My other hand circles her hip, and my fingers dig into her flesh as I drive up into her, then retreat, only to force her down over me until she takes me in fully.
“That’s it. Heaven’s Gate, Eridessa. Do you feel how your body molds to mine? Welcomes me?”
With my grip on her neck, I bring her to me. I take her mouth and kiss her with all the yearning I’ve kept leashed these past few days. When she finally lets go, something shifts. She seems to find a high in the power she has over me, while I take pleasure in the way her body loves being taken so thoroughly. My kisses are demanding, leaving no room for her doubts. Hers are an exploration across lips and skin. Together, we bask with ardor in the sins of the flesh for as long as our bodies hold out.
My thrusts speed up. Her moans come more often.
For hours, this new, lovely madness consumes us.
And in a life of endless days, this one stands out above all others. Because I have never felt more at one with another soul, and I have no desire to see it come to an end.
My primary focus becomes her pleasure. The world and all its troubles can wait.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Willing Captive
Orán
The bed shifts. The quilt lifts, and Eridessa’s body returns to mine, remolds to my frame. Chest to chest, fingers of one hand intertwined, legs tangled together under the sheet. She undulates against me as if searching for more of what kept us up most of the night.
Pulling her leg over my hips, I pull her on top of me. She complies, and her palm skates up my torso, then drifts down to work her hand up and down my length. I stretch and groan my acquiescence.
My eyes are still solidly shut, but sunlight filters through my eyelids as the early hours of the morning press in. Even in my exhausted state, I crave more of her. Yearn to be connected again in the way only sex can achieve. I’m also enjoying this wakelessness. This dreamy state, where most of my powers and senses are shut off to the outside world.
We exhausted ourselves all through the rest of the day and night. We never parted, just fell asleep in this state, joined, two separate souls no longer.
It was only after she woke and whispered, “I need a moment,” that any distance existed whatsoever between us, and I felt every centimeter of it as she left to take care of her bodily needs.
In the short time she’s been gone, I have missed every part of her. Her breath against my skin, her delicate scent, and the feel of her skin pressed against mine. Even her aura, seeing all the colors of her emotions as they flourish and change with her moods.
Thankfully, it’s no longer a sensation I have to live without.
Taking me by surprise, her body descends, and her mouth trails down my stomach, as if she intends to take me back into her mouth.
Her small tongue circles the tip of my cock. My hips rock upward. Her mouth closes over the tip, and her wicked little tongue swivels an infinity shape around it, lapping up the seed seeping out.
“Eliora.”
“Shh, lie back and let me play. I’m still learning you.”
