Page 62 of The Lightkeeper

“Touch your tits,” he ordered low, fire swirling in his eyes.

I licked my lips, and my hands slid to my breasts like they were entirely under his command.

“Knead them for me,” he growled, and I complied, the caress oozing warmth low in my stomach. “That’s it. Push them together.”

I started to shiver and his grip doubled down on my hips, his lips curling in warning.

“Touch your nipples like I do.”

I bit my lip and framed the sensitive peaks with my fingers.

“Pinch and then roll,” he ordered. “That’s what sets you off—what makes you so fucking wet…” he trailed off with a groan, and I knew it was because my body was milking him, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. “I need you to come for me, Aurora. Come all over me.”

My lips parted, understanding dawning.He couldn’t let go of me—of my waist—because anything more than this would send him over the edge too soon. All of this—he could let go at any moment and put an end to his torture, but he wouldn’t because he wanted my release, too.

He gave his hips a small rock and made both of us shudder. He was right. He was so big—so thick—he rubbed right along that spot his fingers had found, the one that set me ablaze.

“Now touch your clit,” he ground out.

Like a freed anchor, my right hand sank like a lead weight between my thighs. I bit down hard into my cheek, feeling theway my sex was spread wide to fit his girth, my swollen clit sitting exposed just begging for touch.

“Rub hard the way I do.”

At the first press of my thumb, mybody started to shake. His too, if I was seeing it right.

“Faster.” The command was deadly low. “Show me how I make you come.”

“Kit…” I trembled, my body at war with itself, part wanting to break apart, the other desperate to hold myself together for him. My fingers moved clumsily, chasing pleasure just as furiously as it distracted me from claiming it. “Kit, please.” My pleasure stumbled. “I need more—I need you,please.”

“I warned you,” he said low, so low and so strained the words were almost incoherent, as he released one hand, shoved my fingers out of the way, and then drove my clit over the edge with one deft rub of his fingers.

I screamed and bucked as my orgasm took me, and Kit went wild.

His roar filled the room as he pulled out and slammed into me with such force the bed—maybe even the very ground underneath—began to shake. One thrust was all it took—one thrust through my spasming muscles to make him come. His cock erupted inside me, warmth flooding my already slick pussy. But one release didn’t stop him… it wasn’t enough.

I knew I wasn’t the only one capable of multiple orgasms, but this time was different. He wasn’t going to come again just because he could. He needed a second release like it was the only thing going to keep him alive.

Bright spots flickered in my vision, pleasure swelling all of my cells from my release, but instead of floating down from the high, the friction of his drives pulled me higher. My head spun, and I grabbed into the sheets, twisting and turning the fabric, clinging to anything as he pummeled against my G-spot, thesensation using one orgasm to build to another, even bigger one.

“Fuck,you feel so good.”His ragged curses filled the space between the slaps of his flesh against mine, driving me into the mattress with the force of each thrust. He stared between us, watching his cock sink all the way inside me over and over again.“Look at you taking my cock. So beautiful.” I was already melting, my limbs held together by nothing but skin, but his words made me dissolve.

“Oh god, Kit,” I panted. Begged. Cried.My heart beat so fast, it felt like it was going to trip and stumble straight out of my chest, but he didn’t stop.

I forced my eyes open and was met with the sight of his massive body glistening with a sheen of sweat. His muscles moved with a kind of fluid beauty I wished I was artistic enough to capture.

I didn’t last. I couldn’t. Not when I looked up and saw him like that—so beautiful. So strong. So commanding yet vulnerable. Reality exploded around me, and in that instant, the thought that I’d never get enough of this—of him—swept through me so powerfully, I thought I might shatter.

“That’s it, sea star. Come again so I can fill you up,” he growled, angling his hips so he hit harder on my G-spot.

My head swam. Spun.Sank.My second orgasm stacked on top of the first, my G-spot thrumming for another release, my core pulling him deeper—harder. I felt my nails dig into my palms through the material of the sheets. I stopped breathing. Thinking. Nothing existed except the pressure of him inside me, and my release swept me under.

My scream pierced my lungs as I came again with his name on my lips. My eyes slammed shut, and my body bowed like a fish out of water, bending and tensing as pleasure replaced the very oxygen in my cells.

He followed me over the edge a second later with a low, guttural noise, leaving the two of us as a tangle of loose limbs and gasping breaths.

“Wow. That was…”I didn’t have a word. I hoped he did, but instead his response was to swipe his thumb across my overly sensitive clit. I bucked, pleasure slicing through me like the sharpest of knives.

“Kit,” I whimpered, my head lolling to the side as I searched for his gaze. “I can’t.”

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