Page 35 of Pisces Rising

"I need you, Aries," she breathed as she guided his hand between her legs. He steadied her with a firm hand on the small of her back while the other pushed his fingers inside her. The sensation nearly unraveled her, buckling her knees as a wave of pleasure crested through her body. With a primal growl, he seized her, lifting her onto the bed, the sheets cool against her flushed skin.

This was what she wanted from him, his attention solely on her without malice or disdain. She wanted to see the desire in his eyes and feel his energy needing her as much as she needed him.

Her back arched as his fingers worked inside her, stroking and curling, while his other hand slid along her body, mapping every curve and hollow. "Oh my gods, Aries," she breathed, her voice a needy whimper. His chest rumbled as he brought his face up to hers, his fingers never ceasing their maddening rhythm.

"Tell me you're mine," he rasped. He hovered over her, staring at her with a predatory stare, his eyes dark and intense.

"I'm only yours," she breathed, arching up to meet him, her skin begging to be scorched by his touch, to be branded by his fire.

"Good." A wicked smirk crossed his lips, a promise of pleasure and sin, and then he dropped to his knees, yanking her body closer to the edge of the bed. Pisces didn't have time to catch her breath before he brought his mouth to her apex, his fiery breath mingling with the wetness of his tongue as he slid it over the most sensitive part of her, over and over, a torturous, blissful dance.

"Oh, Aries," she cried, her lower half nearly off the bed. The only thing between her and falling was the iron grip of his muscled arms, anchoring her to him.

"You're a fucking goddess," he murmured between licking, biting, and sucking her apex, his words vibrating against her flesh. Her hands clutched the sheets as he went harder, his tongue delving to her very core as he dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips, holding her in place. "Prove to me you're mine," he mumbled, dragging his teeth across her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I'm yours," she cried, the words torn from her throat, a declaration and a plea all at once.

"Prove it," he repeated, suddenly pulling away and rising up, his arm braced on the bed. A cold space stretched between her and his intoxicating warmth, a void she ached to fill.

"How," she whispered, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his dark stare, a shiver running through her despite the heat of his gaze.

His breath was heavy, his eyes reflecting a phantom fire, and she suddenly worried that he was toying with her, that this was all some cruel game. "Aries, I?—"

He silenced her with a thumb to her lips, pressing gently before slipping it into her mouth, a silent command. Then his other hand trailed over her breasts, circling her nipples, across her navel, and back to her apex, where he pushed his fingers between her legs again, sliding into her slick heat with ease. "Come for me," he rasped, moving his fingers inside her with deft strokes, hitting the spot that was screaming to be touched while his thumb pressed lightly on her, a maddening pressure that made her see stars.

He seemed fascinated, watching her with wild intensity, his eyes flaring as her muscles tightened and her breath hitched, her body climbing higher and higher under his skilled touch. "Come for me if you're mine," he growled, lowering some of his searing body weight onto her, the heat of him seeping into her skin, into her very bones.

Only whimpers escaped her now, growing louder and more desperate under the weight of his stare and the assault of his fingers until she couldn't hold it back anymore. Her body contracted around him, dripping wetness as it pulsed over and over, holding him to her like an iron ring, a vise of pleasure. A lock of hair fell over his smoldering eyes as he watched her, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. Then he lowered his mouth and trailed hot kisses down her neck as she rode his fingers, letting the last waves of his celestial energy work through her, igniting every nerve ending in a cascade of sensation.

When he was done playing her body like a finely tuned instrument, she was utterly spent, boneless, and sated. He edged beside her and drew lazy circles along her skin, tracing abstract patterns that made her shiver. He circled her nipple, drawing wider and wider around her breast, then trailed down to her stomach, laying his calloused hand flat on her sensitive flesh. Every touch made her skin prickle and her body shudder, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her.

"Do you believe me now?" she asked, her voice a sated purr. "I'm yours."

Aries smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Maybe."

She looked down the length of his body, wondering why he’d never removed his pants. He followed her gaze and shook his head, a rueful smile on his lips. "Sorry, Starfish, that's an ocean we can't cross right now. I did almost kill you the last time."

Pisces nodded, biting her finger at the pang of longing in her chest., wishing she could remember.

Aries growled and nuzzled her neck, his tongue trailing a hot path from her shoulder to her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "If you want to remember, I can go get Sag, show him what I saw, and then have him show it to you." A wicked smile lit his face, and she suspected that if she said yes, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

"Absolutely not," she said, holding back a yawn, the day's exhaustion finally catching up to her. "The last thing I want is for Sag to see us like that. I've already seen enough of him."

There was a sudden shift, and a blast of jealousy flashed across Aries' face. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. Too tired to argue, Pisces patted his muscled shoulder, the skin warm and smooth under her palm. "Simmer down, Sparky. I've got no interest in Sag."

With a hesitant grunt, he positioned himself higher on the bed and then pulled her up to rest in the crook of his arm, her head pillowed on his chest. After a moment's pause, he said, "What did you just call me?"

Pisces subdued a giggle, a grin tugging at her lips. "Um, Sparky?"

A low, threatening rumble that nearly shook the bed came from his chest, but his eyes still held a glimmer of amusement. "Don't ever call me that again."

Pisces shrugged, snuggling into his warmth, breathing in his scent, a mix of smoke, spice, and something uniquely him. "You call me Starfish."

"Yeah, but that's a good name. Sparky? Come on. Make better choices, Starfish."

She felt his chest bob with laughter, the sound a deep, comforting vibration. "Nope. I think I'm set on Sparky."

He grunted and pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her, a cocoon of warmth and safety. "We'll see about that."

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