Page 28 of Daughter of the Ninth Line: Part Two

“I’ve been dreaming about this for too long, Ninth, to half-ass it just because you can’t get out of your head. Lie back and let me feast,” he murmured. I should’ve been pissed at him calling me Ninth, but the way he crooned it, like a pet name and not a curse, made me keep my mouth closed.

Well, for a moment anyway, because my lips parted as his mouth found my core, and he sucked my clit between his lips without warning.

“Goddess!” I yelled, my abs contracting. I would have jack-knifed into a sitting position if those bands of air hadn’t been holding me still. Vox chuckled around the sensitive bud, making my eyes roll back in my head. No wonder people were sex-obsessed. Nothing I’d ever done to myself had ever felt this good.This kind of pleasure was only ever felt in my dreams. I hadn’t thought it could be real.

“Such a pretty pussy, all hot and wet just for me,” he groaned, and I tightened my thighs around his shoulders. More air captured my ankles, holding them still. His power was immense, and to be honest, hot as hell. “Maybe I need to cool it down a little, hmm?” he breathed. As he pushed a finger inside my aching core, it was so cold that I gasped.

Fucking Goddess, his fingers were like icicles. The combination of the heat of his mouth and tongue, and the coldness of his fingers sliding in and out of my body, had me coming so hard, the edges of my vision went spotty.

“Vox!”

He hummed a happy noise around my clit again, pulling away as he stroked me through my orgasm. “That’s it. Scream my name. I want everyone to hear it and know you’re mine.”

He didn’t stop thrusting his fingers in and out of me, but he warmed them back up, and the heat of them after the chill was… I had no words. I climbed higher and higher, and he watched my face, like he was collecting my orgasms, stacking them together like blocks until I was so high, I had nowhere to go but down into the messy abyss of mindless pleasure.

I gave him another orgasm, his crooned words senseless to me. But when he stood and removed his clothes, my breath stilled in my chest. Clarity crashed down around me like a bucket of ice water.

He was fucking beautiful, a work of art so glorious, it took my breath away. Strong and broad, he reminded me of the white marble cliffs near my home, hard and cutting and breathtaking. His cock jutted out from his body, and my eyes bulged.

Holy shit.Was that supposed to go inside me? Because it looked big and unyielding, and I wasn’t sure there was enoughspace in my body to take that without perforating something important.

He chuckled low. “I don’t know if I should be honored or insulted that you’re looking at my cock like it’s a deadly weapon.”

I didn’t know either. “I feel like this is probably the time to tell you that I’m a virgin and I’ve never done this before and that thing is scary.”

His whole body went still, looking like the marble statue I’d just imagined him as. “Never?”

I shook my head, my face probably as red as a beet. “If you want to change your mind, it’s okay. I probably should have told you earlier.”

“Fuck,” he breathed softly, coming back down between my thighs, his whole body pressed tightly to mine. “A better man would stop. Your first time should be with someone who can give you a future,” he mumbled against the skin of my shoulder. “Not the stolen moments I can give you.”

Wrapping my fingers in his dark hair, I pulled his head back so he was forced to look at me. “Lucky for us both that this isn’t just your decision to make. I choose you, Vox Vylan. Now, fuck me—gently—until I can’t help but remember the feel of you inside me for the rest of my life.”

He groaned, but palmed his cock, lining it up with my entrance. “I’ll go slow.” Then he was pushing inside me, with calm precision that was in direct contrast to the tenseness of his jaw. He felt too big, too much, too painful. His cock was as cold as ice, numbing the pain until he was seated all the way inside me.

I felt like I could feel him everywhere. “Handy trick,” I breathed, and he grunted, his eyes closed like he was physically in pain. Slowly, his cock returned to normal temperature again. Pulling out excruciatingly slowly, he was gentle as he pushedback in again, and every thought I’d ever had about anything at all disappeared from my head.

There was just Vox, and me, and this moment.

“You feel so fucking perfect.” He kissed the corner of my mouth and down my throat, his body trembling from holding himself so tightly. “You fit around me like we were made for each other by some divine fate.” Raising himself up on his arms, he looked down at my expression. “Are you okay?”

“Yes!” I gasped out. “Please, Vox.More.”

He grinned, and it was a devastating expression. One I knew would be imprinted on my heart forever. It left me feeling dazed, but I didn’t have time to focus on it, because he was pushing himself up on his knees. Holding me by my hips, he pulled back and snapped them forward again, and a whole new type of pleasure made my skin feel too hot, too tight, too much as it coursed through my muscles and bones.

He made love to me. We could call it fucking, I guess, but the care he showed, the tenderness, it was something more. I knew it deep in my chest.

“You don’t know…” He shook his head, like he was as lost in this moment as I was. “Anything you want is yours. Avalon, my Avalon,” he groaned, and an echo of the words rang around my head. A different voice. A whisper from my dreams.

I didn’t have time to dwell on the sensation of déjà vu, because pleasure was hurtling through me. I clenched around Vox, my whole body arching upwards as I was consumed.

“Fuck,” he cursed, gripping me even harder until I knew I’d have fingertip-shaped bruises on my flesh. He fucked me with single-minded focus, riding out my orgasm before he pounded into me like a man possessed. He came hard, and I felt the hot splash inside me. It was a sensation that I wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

He collapsed against me, his body a heavy blanket over mine. I ran my hands up his spine, then out over the hard lines of his shoulders, until my fingers grazed large, raised welts. Had I done that with my nails? It was almost impossible, given that my nails were little more than chewed-down nubs. Having long nails and doing sword work didn’t really go hand in hand, not without a lot of time and energy, or a heavy dose of magic.

So what were those welts on his back?

I looked up into his face and noticed his eyes had gone blank, his body tense. “I didn’t do that, did I?” I asked softly, and he shook his head.

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