Page 50 of Echoes of War

One hand found its way across my throat, the other reaching to tuck one of my curls behind my ear. The moment was so tender and soft compared to our usual ruggedness. His eyes darkened, the once gentle grip around my throat tightened intensely. That was the last warning I got before his lips collided with my own.

He pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it across the room. “Not as beautiful as you,” he mumbled as he kissed the space between my bra, removing it without effort.

Warm, rough hands cupped my breasts. His fingers tracing all the right places. Slowly, he licked his way down my stomach, stopping only to nibble on the skin above my hips. He bit down until I was sure he would draw blood. I moaned at the pain, embracing it as he licked and kneaded the spot until he soothed the pain. I laid flat on the bed, my nipples forming into stiff peaks and my head swimming with both pleasure and pain.

Tenderly, he left his mark down the entirety of my body and I was honored to wear each one. A shiver went down my spine, gratitude encasing me and I wanted nothing more than to show him how much he was cared for.

I flipped him over and a deep chuckle released from his perfect mouth. I mirrored his actions, kissing each scar again until I reached the point of no return. Straddling him, I leaned back, a moan released at my shift in weight against the one part of his body I couldn’t wait to release.

Smiling at my achievement, I unbuckled his pants, releasing the tension of his dick against his pants, grabbing hold. My face flushed at the realization I’d need more than one hand to satisfy him. He stopped me, and I laughed at the will of both of our stubbornness to be the first to give the other pleasure. Alexiares moved swiftly, tossing me on my back. He removed my pants, then my panties at a tortuously slow pace.

“Not yet, princess. I want to take my time with this.” He smirked, a finger tracing down the center of my body, pulling me free of my remaining pieces of clothing.

Alexiares studied every inch of my now naked body. My cheeks flushed under the scrutiny of it all. He leaned over me, no words left between us as he stared into my eyes. His fingers traced up the inside of my thigh, stopping abruptly to trail the outside of my mouth. I opened to his silent command, my mouth closing around him before he slowly pulled them out, not breaking my gaze as he drove two fingers inside me.

I squirmed at the building pressure from the curve of his fingers pumping in and out. My eyes traveled to his neck. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body flush with mine. I’d been bitten many times today, but he bore no marks. It was time for that to change.

Pleasure and pain were one and the same, I knew that was a fact we could agree on. He hissed out in agony, but a smileremained on his face. One second my hands were around his body, the next they were pinned above me on the bed. He kissed back down my body and dropped to his knees at the end of the bed. My legs now rested on his shoulder, with his gaze holding mine, he placed a light kiss on my left inner thigh, then the right.

Alexiares smirked before he devoured me whole. With every stroke of his tongue, I was left questioning where the hell he’d been my entire fucking life. Each moan encouraged him as he figured out exactly what I liked. My eyes fluttered closed as I reached my climax, his hand reaching up to muffle the moans of ecstasy escaping me. I propped myself up, forcing my eyes open to watch as he destroyed my entire being.

His eyes went wild with desire as he caught me, one last flick of the tongue and I was his.

I was out of breath, but I wasn’t done with him. If he thought he would have total control over me, then he didn’t know me well at all. I pushed him off me and he rose to his feet, towering over me he positioned himself right at my entrance. Sitting up, I slid to the edge of the bed and pulled him inside me. He groaned, stopping for a moment to adjust as he let out a soft, shaky exhale. The sound of it alone only encouraged me and I shifted my weight against the bed, slamming myself into him repeatedly.

He watched me intently, awe falling upon him before he took control. He flipped me to my knees, not breaking us apart, and I tossed him a look back, letting him know the movement wastoosmooth. It made me want to kill every girl that had a piece of my man before me. Alexiares grinned, knowing exactly what I was thinking, and he brought his hand down hard against my ass, his nails drawing blood as they slid down the back of my legs.

It stung. I yelped out, his name escaping my lips, begging him to continue. He obliged me, moving inside me slowly in and out, quickly getting to a faster pace. A single glance in his direction andrealization crossed over him, remembering that neither one of us were the slow and sweet type.

One hand pulled a fistful of my curls back, the other intent on leaving a handprint where only he could see. He hit deeper, his dick bruising against my cervix. Each stroke pulsed inside me. I moaned as his thrusts got shorter, harder.

His hand squeezed the spot on my hip that drove me wild as he rammed into me, pressing my stomach to the mattress. He lowered his head near mine, a pleasurable grin encompassing his face.

Proud of what my body was doing to him, I met him with the same force, arching my back and throwing my hips back in a circular movement. I wiggled my hand under me, grabbing him where it mattered the most and teasing gently.

I squeezed his balls, and the movement sent him over the edge. He groaned in my ear, biting the space between my shoulder and neck.

“Say my name again,” he commanded.

“Make me.”

He gave me a humorless laugh as his grip on my hair got tighter and he pounded into me with an unforgiving force. All it took was him applying more pressure with the hand circling my core and it left as nothing but a whisper, “Alexiares.”

“Good girl.”

I lost it at that, and so did he. He twitched inside of me with a raspy moan, warmth filled me and I smiled as he had claimed me in every way possible.

He released my hair and the weight of Alexiares slammed into my body. He guided us back down to the bed and pulled me close, kissing the side of my face with quick, tender kisses.

I felt whole in a way that I never had before. Being with him felt right in every way. Alexiares had surrendered himself to me with raw intensity, in the only way he knew how, andI had enjoyed every moment of it. The room spun blissfully around me, the delicate symphony of our mingled breaths being the only sound.

There had been no conquest in our actions, it had been even, a healing of the wounds of our past in order to build something new together. A delicate dance of trust and respect, but animalistic at its core. Every touch and caress spoke volumes in a way our words hadn’t yet learned to do.

I fell asleep in his arms, not knowing where this was headed, but willing to enjoy the ride.

Tomoe

Walls are thin, and my night was about as restless as the one Amaia and Alexiares were having. At leasttheywere enjoying their time awake. I, however, was not.

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