Page 118 of Synodic

Nothing existed beyond the encased netting of his bed, our fervid breathing the only sound echoing in the absolute space that held us.

Rowen’s broad calloused hand traveled up the length of my leg, slowly opening the slit of the robe with his trailing touch. His fingers roved over my thigh and hip bone, exposing a significant slip of my skin to the cool wafting air. He untied the knot at my waist and peeled back the garment one side at a time, unwrapping my naked body like a priceless wonder.

My chest heaved up and down, revealing the ridges of my ribcage as Rowen traced his fingertips down my arm, pulling the sleeve with him. Gliding the fabric across my skin, he released my arm and kissed my bare shoulder before making his way to free my other arm.

His eyes drank me in as he stripped me, completely baring me beneath his powerful body. He pulled the robe out from under me and tossed it aside.

“I’m aching for you, have been aching for you since I first laid eyes on you,” he said, his hand making its way back down my body. He lifted my leg from behind the knee and propped it up before pushing it open, exposing me to him. “Tell me, have you ached for me?”

My body, erupting in quivers, was answer enough, but it wasn’t until he touched me wet and wanting, that he growled in mutual need. Feeling my warmth and readiness for him, he slowly sank a finger inside me, and I arched against the bed, whimpering.

His lips kissed up my ribs, one at a time, until he captured my budded pink nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. It felt like he was everywhere, all over me, branding my skin.

The attention he paid my body was nothing short of worship. It was beautiful, empowering, and I understood why the gods demanded it.

Then he slipped in another finger, and I moaned uncontrollably.

His tongue on my breast matched the rhythm of his fingers inside me, and slowly, coaxingly, he fed the ball of light growing within me. It grew brighter and brighter until it exploded, filling my whole body with star fragments that pulsed and sparked in my every nerve ending.

“So beautiful when you come for me. You’re glowing,” he said before his mouth found mine again. I was reeling and already spent, but he wasn’t done with me yet.

He worked his tongue and lips down the other side of my body, ensuring not to neglect a single part of me. The stubble across his jaw aided in the delicious sensation of his hot breath and searching tongue on my skin, and I couldn’t get enough. Then, his mouth was on me, in between my legs, licking and lapping at the taste of me, assisting his already busy hand.

The multiple rhythms had me forgetting my own name. He was working me thoroughly with his fingers and tongue, and I twitched and writhed beneath his worshiping ministrations.

There it was again, that light filling me.

No! Not another one.

This had never happened before. I didn’t think I was capable of multiple orgasms, but Rowen was showing me how wrong I was, how much more my body was capable of in his adept hands.

I exploded again, a sea of blinding stars. “Rowen!” I called out, burying my fingers in the thick waves of his hair.

His fingers withdrew from me, but he was still starved, and his lips never left me as he brought me down carefully, only to bring me back up again. “Rowen, I can’t,” I said, shifting my hips, but Rowen’s firm hand landed on my belly and pressed me back down, holding me exactly where he wanted me as he fucked me with his mouth.

I looked down to protest, but seeing his beautiful face between my legs, I came on his tongue once again.

He smiled against me.

“You looked pleased with yourself,” I panted as he continued to lick me slowly with the drag of his tongue.

“I can’t help that you are so receptive to my touch,” he said, giving my sensitive clit one last kiss before drawing up over me.

He had promised to exhaust me, and he was well on his way to doing so, but I needed to touch him before I was completely and utterly spent.

“And what about my touch?” I asked, fingering down the etched mounds of his abs.

His vibrating groan and strained pants told me that I was just as potent to him as he was to me.

Anxious to see what other sounds I could make come out of his mouth, I quickly undid the lacing of his pants and slid them past his slender waist. His intoxicated eyes watched me as I lowered his breeches as much as I could before he helped kick them off the rest of the way.

Then I saw him. All of him. Every glorious inch of him.

He was absolutely marvelous.

Every chiseled plane of his hard body molded perfectly into the next. The pleasant aerodynamics of his physique were sculpted peaks and valleys that flowed seamlessly to his aching cock.

I swallowed in anticipation.

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