Page 187 of May: Bloom & Bane

“Vresh,” he gasps. “You taste like sunlight and honey. I could drink you for days, Eden. Every drop of this gold belongs to me.”

He thrusts hard, driving his cock deeper while his petals tremble as they vibrate against my clit.

“Isn’t this what got you in trouble in the first place?” I moan, my nails digging into his biceps.

A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest.

“Mm. So it is.” He nips at the swell of my breast, then soothes the sting with his tongue. “I suppose I’ll have to be more thorough this time. Take every drop you offer me—” He speeds up, and my back bows off the grass. “—And then pass it all back into your sweet little lavína.”

He punctuates every word with a grinding roll of his hips. The golden heat surges up through where we’re joined, flooding back into me in a warm, pulsing wave that has my thighs trembling around him.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “That’s what I should have given you days ago. What I almost withered away trying to hold on to.” His forehead drops to mine. “Never again, Saevúra. You’re never going to feel me hold back from you again.”

His mouth seals around my breast. He sucks greedily, tongue working against the swollen peak as nectar floods his mouth. The sounds he makes with each swallow do terrible things to my body. His tongue flattens against my nipple before curling around it, pressing and flicking in quick, hungry strokes. Each pull draws another squirt of nectar across his tongue.

“I could come just from drinking you like this,” he moans.

The meadow has gone wild. Vines spiral up toward the sky, flowers bursting in waves of color.

His fingers ghost over my clit, and a loud cry tears out of me as he circles it in slow strokes, perfectly matching the roll of his hips.

“Sage.” The coil in my belly winds tighter. “I’m close.”

“I know.” His other hand grips my thigh, hitching it higher around his waist, the new angle making every thick inch of him grind against the swollen spot inside that makes my vision blur. His fingers on my clit keep circling slowly, slick with our combined arousal.

“Ohh, Sage—right there,” I gasp.

He pulls my wrists tighter above my head, pushing my leaking breasts closer to his mouth. He takes the invitation immediately, sucking one swollen nipple between his lips and drawing hard.

The heat between us pulses again, surging up his cock and flooding back into my core in thick waves. He releases my nipple with a wet pop, licking a sticky trail across my chest before moving to the other.

“You’re so vreshing wet,” he growls. “You’re dripping down my vék while I drink from you. I can feel you getting wetter every time I swallow.”

My thighs tremble so hard they fall away from his waist. He catches them before they hit the grass, his hand sliding under my knees and pushing them back open, spreading me wider for him.

“Ah-ah. Keep them open for me, Saevúra. I want to feel every bit of you fall apart.”

“I can’t—it’s too much.”

“You can.” He drags his tongue up my throat, his thrusts never losing rhythm. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come on my cock while I swallow every drop you give.”

The coil snaps.

I shatter with a cry that scatters a flock of birds from the trees. My whole body locks up as pleasure rips through it, wave after wave. His fingers stroke over my clit through every pulse, drawing my orgasm out until I’m shaking and clutching at his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he groans, his pace going ragged as I clench involuntarily around him. “Vresh—there she is. You feel so vreshing good wrapped around me.”

His wings snap wide above us, blotting out the sky as his control finally slips. His hips jerk forward in short, frantic thrusts, his body going taut.

“Ready for me, luváel?” he pants, his fingers digging into my thigh. “Because I can’t hold it.”

I barely manage a nod before he buries himself inside me. A roar erupts through the meadow as he spills into me, his wings shuddering wildly. His frame trembles above mine. Thick, hot pulses of come shoot deep inside me, and the loop slams shut. The golden circuit completes in a blinding pulse, racing through both of us at once, grounding the last of the backed-up magic exactly where it was always meant to go.

Neither of us moves. Sage stays braced above me, his wings arching low around us.

He drops his forehead to mine, and I brush my thumb over the cheekbone that was ashen less than an hour ago.

“Don’t ever do that again,” I whisper. “Don’t carry something like that alone. Not when I’m right here.”