Page 104 of Tower of Tempest
“I finally get what all the fuss is about,” I said.
“Just now? The balcony wasn’t enough?” He grinned. “Well, don’tworry. I’m just getting started.” I waited with bated breath as he tugged down his trousers, revealing a thick and very stiff cock.
I’d seen drawings, anatomical and educational in nature, and I never really understood the appeal of this particular appendage—until now. Bloody skies, he was glorious. And he was mine. All mine.
Then he was on top of me, his body rolling me over onto the wide seat of the carriage as my wings curled over us like a blanket. He tugged my panties down and discarded them on the floor. His cock pushed right at my entrance and sent sparks of need shooting through me. I tilted my pelvis, ready for this. Ready for him.
He brushed a tendril of hair from my forehead. “This is probably going to hurt,” he warned. “Promise you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable or want to stop?—”
“Loch.” I grabbed both sides of his face. “Shut up.” My mouth fastened to his, and I pushed my entrance against his hard length, reveling in the feel of his moistened tip, so slick and hot against me. A shudder rippled through both of us when I angled my pelvis higher, the top of his hard length so close to slipping inside of me.
“You already feel so fucking good, and I’m not even inside of you yet,” he whispered.
“Let’s fix that, shall we?”
He chuckled. With a slow and steady pace, he pushed himself in, stretching me, filling me. A sharp pain shot through me, and I sucked in a breath.
He stilled. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
My nails dug into the muscles of his back. “Don’t you dare.”
He rocked his hips, pumping in and out, and slowly, the pain eased and the heat grew again. I writhed against him as he thrust, wringing pleasure from me with each movement. His cock rubbed against my inner walls, hitting all the right spots, filling me in all the right ways. I moaned as Loch dipped his head and kissed my neck.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against my skin. “So fucking perfect.”
Everything in me tightened. I loved this in a way I never knew I could love something. I’d always known sex would feel good. But this was far beyond good. It was explosive.
“Faster,” I said. “Please.”
He thrust again, and I bucked under him, the weight of him so delicious on top of me. He rolled onto his back, then, letting me settle atop him. My thighs squeezed over his hips, and he absorbed me with his dark gaze.
I couldn’t believe I’d worried that I wouldn’t know what to do. My body knew for me, taking over as my brain shut off completely, overrun by the burning heat spreading to every corner of me. I rocked on top of him, and he palmed my breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers.
I let my wings spread out behind me, and Loch stared in awe.
“Fuck. You’re not of this world. You can’t be.”
“Careful,” I said between heavy breaths. “I might become addicted to this. To you.”
I rocked faster, and he met my movements, thrusting up into me. I bent over him, rubbing my clit against him while feeling that slick, hard length slipping in and out of me.
“Good because I’m yours,” he rasped. “Completely and utterly yours.”
My walls squeezed tight around him, and I threw my head back, insides turning molten at his words. “Loch, I think...” Spirits below, I could barely get the words out. “I think I might be...”
Stars exploded in my vision.
He groaned, and his cock pulsed inside of me, sending me straight over the edge.
Showers of sparks lit every corner of my body, and I shattered around him, crying out and throwing a hand against the back window of the carriage. Loch’s cock twitched as he spilled into me, his body tensing under mine while he came. Both of us trembled until we were nothing but liquid, melting into each other. I wanted to stay on top of him like this, keep him inside of me for a little longer, but my need to feel his heart beating to the same rhythm as mine won over.
I slipped off of him and lay against his chest, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together as we breathed and came down from that high. I didn’t want to move from this spot, didn’t want this perfect moment to end. He stroked my hair, then my wings, and that delicious desire for him grew hot between my legs again. I kissed his mouth, pressing my entrance against his cock, and he chuckled.
“Let’s get you cleaned up first.” He lifted me and sat me next tohim. “You’re bleeding, and I don’t have anything to clean you with.” He knelt down, looking for something. “Wait a minute.” He pulled a silk handkerchief from under the bench.
My eyes widened. “That’s Driscoll’s.”
“I don’t give a damn,” he said as he pressed the cloth to my thighs, gently cleaning the blood from them.
