Chapter 697: Until Morning

Chapter 697: Until Morning

The rhythm picked up. Not frantic, not yet, but harder — his hips snapping against hers with a wet slap, her moans rising higher with every stroke. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, and she cried out and fisted her hands in his hair.

"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder. I need to feel it tomorrow. I need to remember what I’m coming back to."

He lost the last of his restraint.

He drove into her with deep, brutal strokes, the bed creaking beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall. Seraphine’s eyes rolled back. Her nails raked down his back. She was babbling now, half words and half moans, and when Leon reached between them and found her clit she shattered.

Her orgasm hit like a wave — her back bowing off the bed, her pussy clamping down around him, her whole body shaking. He fucked her through it, riding the storm, and when she finally started to come down she was crying.

"Don’t stop," she sobbed. "Don’t stop. Please. I need more."

He didn’t stop.

He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, driving back into her from behind. This angle was deeper, harsher, and Seraphine screamed into the pillow. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust, and the sounds of their bodies slapping together were obscene.

"Again," he said. "Come for me again."

She did. Her second orgasm ripped through her, soaking his thighs, and this time he went with her. He buried himself as deep as he could and came with a snarl, flooding her pussy with hot cum, pulse after pulse until it leaked out around his cock and ran down her thighs.

When he finally pulled out, Seraphine collapsed onto the mattress, trembling. A thick stream of his cum dripped from her used pussy, and Leon watched it with dark satisfaction.

"Turn over," he said quietly.

She did, too wrung out to argue. He bent down and ran his tongue through her folds, cleaning his cum from her pussy, and she whimpered and tried to pull away.

"Too sensitive."

"One more."

He licked her slowly, thoroughly, gathering every drop of his seed and her slick, swallowing it down. By the time he was finished she was shaking again, on the edge of a third orgasm that he deliberately denied her.

"Please," she whispered.

"Not yet."

He crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste them both on his tongue. Then he pulled back and looked at her — spread out beneath him, covered in sweat, her purple hair wild and her eyes glassy.

"One more," he said. "And then you can rest."

She nodded, dazed.

He moved between her legs again and pushed inside. She was impossibly tight now, swollen from use, and the sensation of being back inside her after she’d already come twice on his cock was enough to make him groan.

"I’m going to fill you up again," he said. "Do you want that?"

"Yes. Yes. Please. Fill me up. I want to feel you inside me during seclusion. I want to know it’s still there."

He fucked her slowly this time, deep and deliberate, dragging every inch of himself through her oversensitive walls. She shuddered beneath him, her mouth open on silent moans, her fingers gripping his arms.

"Look at me," he said.

She opened her eyes.

"I love you."

Something in her expression broke open. She reached up and touched his face, her thumb tracing his jaw. "I love you too. That’s why I need this. I need all of it."

He kissed her as he came, his release pulsing into her, flooding her already-full pussy. She held him through it, her legs wrapped around him, her body milking every drop from his spent cock.

When he finally pulled out, she was a mess — his cum leaking steadily from her pussy, her thighs slick with it, her whole body limp and trembling.

He cleaned them both with a damp cloth, slower than necessary, and then tucked her against his side. She curled into him without a word, her hand over his hearts.

For a long time they didn’t speak.

"That was perfect," she said finally.

"I’m glad."

She laughed softly. "You’re smug."

"I’m happy." He lifted his head to look at her. "There’s a difference."

Later, when they lay together with the lamp turned low, he listened to her describe a sword movement she wanted to try once the Core was stable. Halfway through, she caught herself and covered her face.

"I wasn’t going to talk about cultivation."

"I noticed you lasted almost an hour."

She nudged him, then tucked herself against his side. This time he kept his questions to himself. The movement would still be there tomorrow.

But before she fell asleep, she said one more thing.

"I’ve finally stopped going over the preparations in my head."

Leon turned his head against the pillow. "Good."

"It’s because of tonight." She pressed closer, her hand over his heart. "I can leave the preparations until morning. I wanted tonight with you, and I’m glad I asked."

He kissed the top of her head. "So am I."

She slept first. Leon lay awake a while longer, listening to her breathe, feeling her hand relax against his chest. Tomorrow she would begin her seclusion, and he would keep his promise to be waiting when she came out.

The easiest promise I’ve made in a long time, he thought.

In the morning, the dawnspar and tracewire silver waited on the preparation bench beside Seraphine’s notes. She stood over them with tea going cold in her hand.

"Three months?" Leon asked from the doorway.

"For preparation and consolidation as well, if everything goes as expected." She looked up. "A little over two hours out here. Xyra has the place ready."

He approached and checked the seal on the case while she finished her tea.

"You don’t have to keep to the estimate," he said.

"I know." Seraphine collected her notes. "But I do have to stop finding reasons to check the packing."

She handed him the empty cup and lifted the case herself.

Leon opened the passage. Beyond it, morning light fell across the quiet ground Xyra had set aside.

Seraphine stepped through before he could ask whether she was ready.