Without hesitation, Kaelis buries his face between my thighs, finding my clit with expert precision. I let out a low moan, eyes instantly closing as though it is too much sensation to even see while he’s eating my cunt. He closes his mouth around my clit and sucks lightly. I bite my knuckles in response. The second he sees the reaction, he lets out a low, satisfied sound that feels like it vibrates straight from my clit to my core.
I grab his hair, grinding my hips into his face. Kaelis hooks his arms under my legs, lifting them over his shoulders, giving him even deeper access. My moans come fast and free with every heave of my chest.
“So…so fucking good. Don’t stop,” I plead.
He lets out another noise that is part agreement and part amusement, not even removing his tongue from my clit long enough to speak. Then another card rises from his deck…
The Ace of Swords disappears with a small whisper of wind. Light and shadow carried by currents of air writhe up my body as he continues. The magic swirls around my breasts, caressing my nipples, coaxing them into peaks.
At the same time, he pushes two fingers inside of me. Curling them in an almost beckoning motion, as if coaxing out my orgasm. My hipsshoot off the bed, and he fucking purrs against me. As ifheis the one getting pleasure from all this.
The climax hits hard and fast, overwhelming me. I damn near rip out his hair. But all I hear is a low hum of amusement between sucking and licking. His fingers don’t stop, not even as my back relaxes onto the bed. The whole world is hazy.
It was one of the best orgasms of my life, and I’m not even close to satiated.
“On your back,” I demand.
He quickly complies, rolling onto his back and shedding the last of his clothing in the process. Legs wide, it is as if he’s offering that glorious, throbbing cock to me. I crawl back on top of him, ready to finish what I started earlier, hips grinding, using the slickness of my climax as lubrication. His hands are on my thighs again, nails digging in, dragging lines into my flesh as he tips his head back with a throaty groan.
Shifting my hips, I let him slip into me with one easy movement, more than ready to take all of him. Even still, I let out a gasp. Not in pain, but in the immediate and immense pleasure of the fullness he brings. Leaning forward, I grab the back of his neck, kissing him like the world is ending around us and this is all that matters. I can still taste myself on his lips.
Kaelis’s grip moves to my waist; he guides and braces, pounding into me. Breaking the kiss, he rasps in my ear, “That’s it.” Hands rake through my hair. “Surrender to this. We’re helpless to fight it.”
I can’t form a coherent sentence. Not even a single word. There’s a flash of another card being cast, and suddenly my whole body feels as if it’s covered in a layer of frost as thin as the wings of a butterfly. He rises, sitting and wrapping his arms around me—the sudden change from cold to hot has all my senses heightening. My legs hook around his waist. The heat of his body is almost enough to boil me alive, but then he leans me back—supporting me—as his mouth closes around my nipple. The contrast in temperatures turns my shivering into shuddering.
“You feel so good,” I groan. Never have I felt more alive.
With a growl of approval, he grabs two handfuls of my ass, and another card rises from his deck. This one I see—the Eight of Wands. Enhanced movement.What in the Twenty is he doing with that?
The answer is obvious as Kaelis begins pounding into me with desperation. His cock nearly splits me in two. I cling to him for support as the world goes hazy. The room is a cacophony of his deep, throaty, lust-filled moans, my desperate gasps, and the creaking of the bed.
“Fuck.” It’s all I can say. The only word I know. Every thought has been pounded from my head, and I love him for it.
He grins wickedly, clearly enjoying my desperation for more. “As you wish.”
Kaelis lifts me off him. My legs unravel from his waist, and I’m on my knees, facing him. He turns me toward one of the bedposts. I grab it instinctively for support. Another card—the Three of Coins—and a strip of fabric is severed from the blankets, tying my wrists to the post. But instead of entering me right away, he hovers, lightly rubbing his tip along my slit.
“Stay where I want you. Where you’re meant to be.” His hands wrap around to fondle my breasts again as he enters.
Could I break free if I wanted? Absolutely. But there is a beauty in submission. A sweet release I’ve never felt before from thoughts or worry or fear.
“More,” I beg.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand grabbing my hair and pulling my head back so he can bite my neck without breaking his thrusts.
“Yourgreedy little thing,” I manage to reply.
That elicits a noise of primal satisfaction. His pace quickens. “Say it again.”
“Yours.”
“Who do you belong to?” A bite on my shoulder.
“You.”
“Fuck yes, you do.” His hips snap forward in a single thrust that heholds, as if trying to imprint his full length upon me. “And do you know why?”
All I can respond with is a whimper. I’m so full I can barely think.
