Page 132 of Alien God

I cried out, my fingers tightening on his tail, as if I wanted instinctively to pull him back, pull him out. Not because it hurt, but because I felt I was completely losing myself. That I was splitting apart, atom by trembling atom, to be scattered among Wylfrael’s stars.

“Open your eyes and watch me, wife.”

His voice was thick, a raw command that had me cracking open my hazy eyes.

“I want you to look at me this time,” he said, chest heaving, eyes licking frost and fire over my face. “You didn’t before.”

“Did... did you want me to?” I stammered. I remembered how I’d let my head fall forward on him in the sleigh while he’d slammed up into me from below.

“Yes.” The word lengthened into a hiss as he sank deeper into me. “And after, too, on the ride back. Stone of the sky, how I longed for you to look at me.”

I’d been too confused and distraught to look at him then.

I looped my arms around his neck, locking my gaze onto his.

“I’m looking at you now. I see you, Wylfrael.”

I thought he was going to be the one to break eye contact first. A violent tremor overtook him, and his eyes slid closed. But not all the way. He pinned me with a slitted, glittering gaze as his hips began to pump. My entire body screamed with the sensation of how filled I was. Even my breath seemed too much for my lungs, and it rushed out of me as if to make more room for him. There was probably something pathetic, maybe even toxic, in that. In the fact that I didn’t even care if I breathed, didn’t care if I had to move everything else in my body aside, as long as he was in me.

The silk loop tying back Wylf’s hair came undone, his silver strands falling down on either side of our faces like shimmering curtains. Between that and his wings, I was closed off from the world, inundated by him and surrounded by him. His hips drove harder, his cock spearing deeper, his stars lighting me up from the inside with vibrating points of trembling energy until I quaked. My hips jerked as I tried to match his rhythm, tried to feel more, faster, harder, anything, everything.

“Wylf, please,” I lamented. “I need... I need...”

“I know, beloved,” he said, lowering himself until my nipples dragged tantalizingly over the smooth wool of his jacket. “Just let go, Torrance. Just let go, and breathe, and let me take care of you.” Possessive arousal roughened his voice. “Let your husband make you come.”

On the verge of bursting into tears, I obeyed. I did my best to breathe and tried to soothe my over-tight muscles, letting myself spread, languid and slow like honey.

“Good, beloved,” he growled. “You’re doing so well. You’re perfect. So cursedly perfect.”

His pace increased almost instantly, a ferocious snapping of his hips. At the same time, he bracketed my shoulders with his elbows, smoothing my hair back from my face and placing his forehead to mine. He scorched me with his contradictions, everything in him a collection of contrasts. His hips and cock were ravenous, pistoning into me so hard my body jerked back over the silk with every thrust. But his hands were gentle, his mouth gorgeously tender as he explored my ear, my cheekbone, my eyelid, the tip of my nose.

“I love you. Skies take me, I love everything about you,” Wylf panted between kisses along my jaw, chin, and mouth. “Love how you feel. So wet and lush, wrapped around me like silk. Blast, it’s like you’re shivering on the inside.”

All I could manage in response was a heady moan.

“Let go completely now, Torrance,” he groaned. “Come on your husband’s cock the way I know you need to.”

His words twined like smooth rope inside me, coiling around my pelvis and tightening at the base of my spine until I arched, strained, tried to scream but couldn’t, couldn’t make a single sound around the orgasm that split me open like a sharp but oh, so beautiful knife.

“Yes, beloved. My perfect little bride,” Wylfrael moaned. He captured my mouth, and there was nothing tender about it this time, his tongue sliding deep and claiming just like his cock. I couldn’t even kiss him back. Could only hold myself open for him, for every part of him, as I completely came undone.

Wylfrael groaned into my mouth, the sound making his tongue vibrate as my channel milked him in exquisite, fluttering movements. I was so aware of him that I felt him swell further, stiffen impossibly harder inside me, as if made of smooth, hot, living diamond. Diamond that was twitching, throbbing, bursting. Explosions of ecstasy rocked Wylfrael’s frame, bringing him higher and higher, harder and harder, until every nerve was stretched and singing, just like mine. He came as if he’d never come before, like he’d been waiting a lifetime, a thousand lifetimes, to fill me just like this. A dark and desperate torrent shooting forward like arrow after glittering arrow, the target an unseen, needy place inside me.

Wylf dragged his mouth from mine and whispered, a quick tumble of words I could barely hear or understand. But I knew enough of how he felt, of him, to reply anyway.

“I love you, Wylfrael,” I murmured. “I love you, too.”

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