Page 83 of Destiny Redeemed
I arched off the bed, a moan tearing from my throat as his tongue swirled around one peak, then the other, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His hand kneaded my other breast, his thumb brushing over the peak in maddening circles. Every touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Eric,” I whimpered, my hips grinding against his instinctively.
He released my breast with a wet pop, his eyes meeting mine. “Tell me what you want, Lya.”
“I want… I need…” The words caught in my throat as his hand slid lower, ghosting over my stomach.
“Yes?” His fingers danced along the waistband of my smallclothes, teasing.
“Touch me,” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”
Anderic’s grin was positively wicked as he slid down my body, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my skin as he went. He hooked his fingers under the fabric of my smallclothes, dragging them slowly down my legs.
I felt exposed, vulnerable, but the hunger in Anderic’s gaze as he looked at me banished any insecurity. I felt powerful. Wanted. His hands caressed my thighs, gently urging them apart. I complied eagerly, my breath catching as he settled between my legs.
“Like this?” He murmured, lowering his head to replace his fingers with his mouth. The first swipe of his tongue against my core had me crying out, my back arching off the bed. Anderic’s strong hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he explored me with lips and tongue. Each flick and swirl sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, building and building until I thought I might shatter.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in his golden curls. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Anderic hummed against me, the vibration sending another jolt of ecstasy through my body. He slid a finger inside me, curling it in a way that had me seeing stars. A second finger joined the first, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm as histongue continued its relentless assault on my most sensitive spot.
The tension coiled tighter and tighter, my thighs trembling as I teetered on the edge of release. “Eric, I’m… I’m going to…”
He redoubled his efforts, fingers moving faster, tongue circling harder. The dam finally broke, and I came with a cry of his name, my body convulsing with wave after wave of intense pleasure.
But Anderic didn’t pause; he worked me through the aftershocks, his movements gentling as I came down from my high. When he finally pulled away, his chin glistening with evidence of my release, I felt boneless and sated.
But as he crawled back up my body, eyes dark with unfulfilled desire, I knew we were far from finished.
Anderic’s eyes met mine, dark with desire as he braced himself above me, his golden curls falling forward to frame his face. My heart raced in anticipation, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through my veins. This was really happening.
“Are you sure about this, Lya?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
In answer, I reached between us, my hand finding the hard length of him through his trousers. Anderic’s breath hitched as I stroked him, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered, tugging at the laces of his pants. “I want you, Eric. All of you.”
He smiled, lowering his head to capture my lips in a searing kiss. As our tongues danced, I felt the hard length of him pressing against my thigh. A shiver of anticipation ran through me.
Anderic broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck as he positioned himself between my legs. I tensed slightly, bracing myself for pain. This was my first time, after all.
He must have sensed my apprehension because he paused, looking up at me with concern. “Are you alright? We don’t have to—”
“No, I’m fine,” I assured him quickly. “Please, don’t stop.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, the tip of him just barely pressing against me. “Look at me,” he commanded softly.
I opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze as he slowly, achingly slowly, pushed inside. I gasped at the sensation, feeling a slight tightness but none of the searing pain I’d expected. The stretch was exquisite; he moved carefully, giving my body time to accommodate him. When he was fully seated, we both paused, breathing heavily.
“You feel incredible,” Anderic groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “So perfect.”
Anderic began to move, setting a gentle rhythm. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through my body, building slowly but steadily. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
“God, Lya,” he groaned, his pace quickening.
I moaned in response, my hands roaming over the muscled planes of his back. The room filled with the sounds of our gasps and the creaking of the bed beneath us.
Suddenly, Anderic withdrew, leaving me feeling bereft. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach with surprising strength. His hands grasped my hips, lifting them slightly as he positioned a pillow beneath me.
