Page 66 of May: Bloom & Bane

“It produces lavásia.” He swallows hard, his gaze dropping to where my body is trembling against the canvas. He adds a second finger, and my nails dig into his shoulders. “And when I’m inside you, it will—” His breath hitches as I stroke the bloom again. “Gods, Eden. I cannot concentrate while you do that.”

A fresh wave of wetness floods around his fingers, the internal blooms stretching me deliciously full.

I still my fingers, resting my palm against his thigh. “Tell me. Please?”

“It will massage you,” he rasps, leaning over me until his chest crushes mine. “Claim you by working my pollen into your skin until you smell like me—feel like me.”

My skin heats to an unbearable degree. I can’t take the waiting for another second.

“Show me,” I breathe.

The sound he makes is somewhere between a growl and a groan. He pulls his fingers free and grips himself with dripping fingers. He positions his cock against me and rocks his hips upward, rubbing his swollen tip over my clit. He slides himself over me again and again until I think I might cry.

“So good, Sage,” I whimper, my fingers digging into his flesh.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps, his eyes locked onto mine. “Please, Eden. Tell me and I’ll⁠—”

“Don’t you dare say you’ll stop, Sage. I don’t ever want this to stop.”

His hands grip around my hip bones, tilting me as he begins to move in slow circles, grinding his weight over my clit. If this didn’t feel so good, I’d be mortified about Nook hearing the wet, suctioning sounds his cock makes every time it slides through my slickness.

He leans down, his tongue flicking over my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.

“Unhh. Just like that.”

He sucks harder, his teeth grazing over my sensitive flesh while his cock continues lazy circles, the thick ridge of his head pressing and sliding over my swollen clit until my thighs tremble. He switches to the other breast, licking and sucking my nipple until it’s red and aching.

He releases my nipple reluctantly.

“Is this—” He can barely speak. His head falls back, his long dark hair cascading behind him. “Is this what you wanted me to show you?”

“Yes.” I gasp, my hands clawing at his shoulders.

“Yes what, Saevúra?” He tugs lightly on both nipples at once. “Yes, you need me to suck these pretty pink nipples while I stretch your little lavína?”

His cock pulses harder, the lím working in rhythm with each heavy pump of his hips. It feels like warm honey is being forced directly into my skin. It’s making every nerve ending so sensitive I have to bite my lip until I taste copper just to keep my sobs inside.

“Do you want me to grow the seeds, Eden?”

“I—” I start, but he grinds forward, and the petals tug softly on my clit, stealing my breath. “Yes. Grow them.”

I feel delirious, like I need him everywhere at once. Like I would crawl beneath his skin and nest inside him if it were possible.

“How much?” His voice is thick with lust. “Tell me how full you want to be.”

I can barely think. The petals are working his pollen deeper, warmth spreading through my veins like fire.

“I don’t know,” I gasp, my chest arching into him. “Just… please.”

“Then I’ll decide,” he rasps, licking the column of my throat.

The sola’vae blooms surge inside me. They expand so fast I cry out, every circle of his hips making them shift and swell inside me.

“Sage.”

“Too fast?”

“No,” I whine, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I need… more. I want you inside.”