Craved By the Vissigroth - Page 74

His hand, buried in my hair, let go and trailed down around my neck, in between my breasts, leaving hot, burning flesh in its wake. My breathing increased even before he cupped one of my breasts to knead it and to roll my already erect nipple between his fingers.

“So perfect,” he mumbled as his mouth followed the path of his fingers, first down my neck, the hollow under my throat, over my breasts.

He latched onto the other nipple, driving me nearly insane with how good it felt. My hands roved around his thick neck and into hair, moved to his biceps, making me tremble at their hardness. My nails raked his shoulders as I tried to find something to hold on to.

His hand stopped kneading my breast, moved lower. His palm was spread flat, almost entirely encompassing my stomach, before he gripped my hips. In response, moaning, I clawed into his hard flesh.

Then his hand was on the inside of my thigh, nearly encircling it. Moving it up and down on my sensitive skin, I panted out his name.

His lips left my nipple, trailed down my stomach, where they hesitated for a moment to lick into my belly button, while his hand moved to my pussy, finding it slick already with need for him. My legs spread of their own accord as he moved lower, burying his head in between them. I felt his hot breath on my pussy, my clit, eliciting a keening sound from me I had never heard before.

“You are so snygging beautiful, Niara,” he rasped right before his tongue found my sensitive little nub and three of his fingers entered me simultaneously. My entire body jerked from the bolt of heat that spread through me.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, swirled his tongue around it and I nearly came. His fingers moved in and out of me deliciously, but I needed more. I needed him.

“Myles,” I panted. “Please.”

“What do you need, querilly? Tell me what you need and it’s yours.”

“I need you to fuck me,” I managed, moving my hips up and down in rhythm with his fingers.

“Ah, but you taste so good,” he said, looking up and licking his lips. Gods, he looked so incredible I nearly exploded.

“Myles,” I begged.

He moved up on me, his hand reached for his cock, moving it to my entrance. Greedily, I opened my legs wider, lifted my hips to meet him while my hands searched for his biceps again to ground me, to have something to hold on to. My upper body moved up and I buried my face in the hollow between his shoulder and neck. Breathing hard, I inhaled his sharp scent.

He lowered his head until our foreheads met, his cock pushed into me slowly, as my walls guided him deeper.

“You feel so incredibly good,” Myles moaned hoarsely.

I tried to reply, but my throat was choked up as heat built in my core, ready to melt the knot my muscles had become. He fully entered me, held for a second or two, before he pulled partially out, only to thrust back in, which was my undoing. I cried out his name as shudder after shudder of my climax pulsated through my body.

“Niara,” he gasped, his muscles tensed as he thrust harder and faster into me, extending my climax.

“Niara!” he cried out again, and turned ridged as his seed entered my womb.

He nearly crushed me when he collapsed on top of me, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, I loved how his heavy weight on me made me feel protected, safe, and so incredibly loved.

He took my face into both of his hands, while he used his elbows to adjust his weight. “I love you.”

I leaned up and kissed his mouth. “I love you too.”

By the statues, the eternal flame flickered as if hit by a breeze, but the air didn’t stir. The candle underneath burned undeterred, making me smile.

“I think the gods are happy with us,” I remarked.

“They love and adore you almost as much as I,” Myles said, kissing me all over my face. “Forever.”

“Forever,” I sighed, knowing how true it was for both of us.

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