Page 47 of Elysian

He groaned, the lustful sound rousing even more of my desire. I squeezed my thighs closed as tight as possible. With movements too quick for my eye to catch, he had my upper arms squeezed in a hard grip. He pressed his nose against my cheek and dragged it downward on my skin until he reached my throat. Inhaling hard, his hands flexed.

Feverish need wove through my limbs, flooding every inch of my organs. All I could smell was leather and another distinct scent that caused my mouth to water.

A whimper escaped, and he stilled for not even a beat. Suddenly, he had me facing the stone wall. I braced my hands against the rough surface.

Hands on my hips pulled me back. Cassiel glided his hand down my side and over my bottom. I arched my spine to push closer to his touch. The ache of need had become so piercing that I struggled to fill my lungs.

He rubbed his fingers against the sensitive, trembling flesh of my entrance.

My breath caught in my throat. Every caress affected me viscerally.

His fingers rubbed dampness across my entire sex. I cried out, pressing my flesh against his hand. The gusts leaving my throat were ragged and harsh. Sensations I had never before encountered wracked my frame. A need so potent my body trembled. I wanted him—his length—deep inside me.

Still, he teased, brushing those long fingers against me. I nestled my cheek against the back of my hands. It allowed me to push my hips out more, and I twitched my hips in a circular motion, begging with my body for more.

Teeth pierced my shoulder, and I screamed, my hips bucking from the sudden release. Cassiel pressed a palm over my mouth, caging my sounds.

‘Your cries of pleasure are for me.’ I floated into the sky, my limbs trembling so much I could hardly feel them. Cassiel drank from my shoulder. He sucked again, and my vision blurred.

Whimpering, I curled my fingernails into the grooves of the stone. He wrung pleasure from me so easily. And he moved with barely restrained strength. He pulled back before the third drag from my shoulder.

His hands skated lower, and he took hold of my hips, pulling them out more so my torso stretched flat. Then he pressed a kiss against my seeping flesh. I gasped and couldn’t even turn before his tongue plunged inside.

I cried out, pressing my front against the wall and pushing my bottom toward him. Cassiel did not stop claiming my entrance with his tongue. He slowed and dragged it toward the bud.

The release was instantaneous. My legs gave out and his arm wound around my waist, propping my legs up while my hands kept a tentative hold of the wall. Still, he did not cease devouring me. My channel pulsed rhythmically, matching the rapid pace of my heart.

I clawed my fingernails into the divots in the stone wall, using every bit of strength to hold myself upright. Cassiel grazed his teeth against the swell of my bottom. The sensation felt so odd, but so lovely.

He stood and his hands kept my hips poised for him. He slid inside me, feeding me every bit of his length before moving in a steady thrust. My sex clamped onto his steel, squeezing and pulsating around him. Need dripped down my inner thighs.

Breaths left my lips in harsh gusts. Only his hands on my hips kept me from crumpling into a ball of pleasure. With commanding force, he drove inside me, causing my breasts to sway.

I whimpered, and he pushed even deeper until his knot prodded at my opening. He had yet to offer it to me. Each time it pressed against entering me, it retreated. Another sound of distress left me, but I could not spit out what I wanted. My body had become a thrumming bundle of need.

He pulled out until almost all of his length was out. With his retreat, more moisture trickled down my inner thighs. Even that sensation wrought pleasure. He pushed inside, harder, one hand sliding up my side until he cupped one breast to squeeze the flesh.

My mouth parted at the growing tingles spreading up my thighs and traveling outward. Even with his commanding thrusts, I could tell he was not offering all of his strength. Each movement had a level of restraint.

Cassiel pushed his knot against me, and this time he didn’t retreat. I kept supple, waiting for him to give all of himself to me. With another thrust, his knot pushed inside until my flesh took him.

This pleasure was so encompassing, I lost the ability to think.

He gasped, arms shuddering around me. A snarl ripped from his lips against my ear. His knot throbbed, and my sex reacted to it. The pressure inside me was so searing, another wave of ecstasy crashed through my senses.

Then his knot began to expand. Need stretched inside me like a living, breathing thing.

I screamed, bucking back against him, but there was no give. The knot enlarging kept me from pulling free. Warmth gushed inside me. Cassiel gasped, his hand on my breast and the one around my waist squeezed.

I hovered in the midst of pleasure unlike anything I had ever known. I came down in small bits until I could finally hear my harsh breathing.

We remained stuck to each other.

Cassiel’s ragged gasps continued against my ears.

As relaxed as my limbs were, they remained warm and aching for more. I wiggled, but his knot had yet to release.

I could no longer hold myself upright. Cassiel huddled me against his chest. While I remained limp, he kept me to his chest and straightened. My feet left the ground and dangled. Cassiel moved to the cot and arranged my legs to spread around his thighs. He leaned back, offering my back support to lie against.