Page 47 of Sent To A Fantasy World and Now All the Men Want Me 7

He claimed my mouth for another hard kiss as I unfastened his trousers—the last bit of clothing he had left—and worked them lower on his hips. His erection sprang free, and as he settled back between my legs, it brushed against mine in a tantalizing friction. It was both pleasing and torturous, like lightly rubbing an itch instead of digging your nails in and scratching to actually satisfy it.

“Why do you whine?” Onyx grabbed my chin between his thumb and index finger and tipped my face up.

“Because I need more,” I said, rolling my hips up into him and causing another slide of our cocks. “So much more.”

“Such a needy little bird.” He smoothed his fingers from my chin up to my bottom lip. “What will I do with you?”

“This is a good start.” I touched his wrist. “No longer pushing me away.”

“A mistake, I’m sure,” he said. “But I find that I can no longer keep my distance from you. I was barely able to walk away from you last night. Doing so again would require more strength than I currently possess.”

“Good.” I smiled up at him, relieved that the hope I’d kept for him in my heart hadn’t been for nothing. “Because I don’t want you to walk away.”

“You truly are foolish. And so naïve.” Onyx released a low, remorseful-sounding laugh. He lowered his lips back to mine and slid a hand to the base of my neck.

The kiss felt… different. No longer driven by a lustful fervor. It was softer. Slower and more intimate. And for some reason, it caused a shake in my sternum. The hand around my throat slid to my nape, and he cradled the back of my head. Holding on to me like I really was a fragile little bird.

One he could crush with a simple closing of his fist.

But he wouldn’t. I knew that without a doubt in my heart.

Onyx nipped at my bottom lip and softly dragged it between his teeth before dipping his face to the hollow of my throat. I reveled in it all. In the heat of his skin, his heavy, panting kisses, and the intensity of his gaze when clouded with lust.

He grabbed a vial of oil from the bedside table, slicked his fingers, and then placed them at my backside, kissing down my rib cage as he teased my opening. Brushing his fingertips across but not penetrating. When he did penetrate, he did so slowly, using only the tip of his finger and moving in a slow circle.

I bit the edge of my lip and fisted the sheet beneath me, watching as he took his time prepping me. Silky black hair fell over my upper thigh as he bent to kiss the dip of my hip, going knuckle-deep inside me before adding a second finger. Tingles shot through my system as he nudged that magical knot of nerves.

“Your moans please me,” Onyx murmured against my hip bone, curving his fingers to brush the spot again. “Yet, I feel you can be louder.”

“It’s the middle of the day, Onyx,” I reminded him, voice faltering as I spoke through the haze of tingling pleasure.

“All the more reason to scream.” A smirk played at his lips. “Most everyone is outside the castle.”

“Gentlemen, or gentle-muffins if you will, don’t scream. We moan with class.”

He breathed out a laugh.

Emotion stirred in my heart, kindling the fire inside that burned for him. Each of my men had their own special piece—a place that belonged only to them. Onyx’s had felt so cold, frosting over more and more each time he pushed me away. But as he looked at me right then, the ice crystals started to melt, allowing warmth to flow back in.

Without breaking eye contact, he continued to slide his fingers in and out, his lips parting as I writhed beneath his touch. My moans kicked up a notch as he took my cock into the heat of his mouth, swirling his tongue over my slit, then down the underside.

“It’s not enough,” I said, afflicted by a sudden restlessness. “I need… more.”

Needed to feel more of him. To taste more. And to have his heart beating against mine, our breaths mingling as we lost ourselves in kiss after kiss, our bodies and souls entwined.

Onyx withdrew his fingers and nuzzled my lower belly before settling back over me, his hair curtaining around us. He rested his hands on both sides of my head and rejoined our lips, kissing me so deep my toes curled.

Electricity sparked through my veins, stronger now than it’d ever been with him. Maybe because, little by little, Onyx was lowering the barrier around himself. Letting me inside the tower he often hid within to watch the world pass him by. His surrender was like a high-voltage charge to the bond tethering us together, traveling like a livewire to him and back to me.

And when he slicked his cock with oil and seated himself inside me? It was like a damn bolt of lightning, striking me dead center and zapping through my body. The intensity brought a burning to my eyes, while at the same time, making me feel whole for the first time since realizing he was one of my fated mates.

“Onyx,” I moaned, overwhelmed by my feelings.

He cupped the back of my head and slowly rocked into me, the bed softly creaking beneath our weight. Although he didn’t say a word, I suspected that he felt the same intensity as I did. The surge of our bond and sense of wholeness as we both surrendered to it.

Pleasure consumed me, rippling through every nerve ending and gathering in my core. One that, just like with Maddox and the others, went deeper than sex.

Onyx threaded our fingers together with one hand and braced himself on the mattress with the other, increasing the pace of his thrusts. Fucking me deeper. He parted his lips, and there was a faint crease in his brow, but he made little sound. Stingy with his moans just like my grump of a captain.