Page 140 of Prince of the Phantom Sky

He swallowed, twice. His body lowered slightly, and her breath hitched as his torso met hers, their bodies fitting, warmth colliding. The shirt parted open, and her breasts brushed the hairs on his chest. Warmth pooled within, and Raiden’s cock sprung back into action.

“I trust you too, Huntress.” He winked as she rolled her eyes at the nickname.

Kora raised herself up onto her tip toes, her lips brushing his ear. “If we must wait, what else can we do?”

Raiden shakily exhaled, that primal part of him still demanding their union. He tried to leash it, but his bulge only grew bigger between them. “Anything else,” he growled, his hands palming her waist. “As long as I can touch you.”

Her smile was devastating, and Raiden nearly dropped to his knees. Kora’s hands swept across his bare chest, humming with a twinkle in her eye. Her hands kept drifting, outlining his abs, lingering around his waistband. Before he could sweep her up, take her to the bed and continue where they’d left off in the kitchens, Kora knelt.

She was kneeling.

Gazing up at Raiden, she unbuttoned his breeches, his shirt sliding down her shoulders from the motion. The fire crackled, orange embers bathing her in a godly glow.

“What are you doing?” Raiden could hardly voice the words, his voice so raspy it was a miracle she heard him.

“Kneeling before my prince.”

Raiden’s head emptied. His heart thundered so much, he gasped, one hand flying out to the stone ledge of the fireplace. He trembled violently, as Kora continued removing his clothes slowly.

“I-I’m not—”

“You are. I’ve seen it.” With those words, his length sprang free, and Kora motioned for him to step out of his breeches, before tossing them to the side.

Holy fucking Haizea.

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Kora

Raiden’s eyes flared, his pupils blown so wide they were almost black. Like little embers of coal. He was physically shaking, having to hold onto the fireplace as Kora sat back on her haunches, taking in his impressive length. He was already wet, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

For a moment, she panicked. She wasn’t sure what to do next, what he would like, whether she could live up to his previous experiences.

But then Raiden brushed her hair, his fingers gliding through, tucking one side behind her ear. Kora moaned gently, the sensation tickling down her body, to her core. Her thighs rubbed together, the friction igniting a spark.

She leaned forward, her hands sliding up his powerful thighs, before gripping the base of his cock. Raiden instantly hissed, his length twitching at the contact.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Kora licked the tip, savouring the taste as a groan spilled from Raiden, his head tipping back. The spark in her body grew brighter, encouraging her to keep going. Affirming deep down, whatever she would do, Raiden would enjoy it.

One hand placed on his thigh, Kora pumped his length, getting to know the shape, the girth. Velvety smooth and warm, she delighted in how her touch unravelled him quickly. Raiden’s hand clenched over the mantle whilst the other fisted her hair lightly.

As his eyes shut a second time, she licked up his length.

“By the gods,” Raiden moaned.

Kora continued teasing, using her hand and tongue, but never quite taking him in her mouth. Every stroke, Raiden’s moan grew louder, his fist tighter in her hair—but he always glanced down. Making sure he wasn’t hurting her.

As Kora trailed her nails up the inside of his thigh, thinking how much she liked it when he kissed her there, Raiden bucked. “Fuck, Kora.”

“Rai,” she murmured, and his gaze snapped to hers. Heated and possessive. Firelight danced in his eyes, his throat bobbing with a thick swallow. As she held his gaze, Kora took him into her mouth, her tongue sliding around the tip.

Raiden eased in, guiding himself slowly, keenly watching. Each inch was slow, and Kora allowed herself to relax, as she moved her hand, taking over. Raiden’s hand slipped to the back of her neck, his muscles taut as Kora picked up the pace, working deeper with every stroke.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praised. The spike of pleasure from his words surprised her. Kora didn’t expect to like it so much. “Gods, that feels so fucking good.”

His praise propelled her, the spark igniting into a firestorm within as Raiden slowly came undone with her touch. Every lick, every stroke, his cock hardened, his moans so raspy. The mantel of the fireplace cracked, and Raiden removed his hand to entwine both in her hair. The ice bangle around his wrist glowed, and the fact he still wore it caused an intense need, captivating Kora.