Page 114 of Sweetling
Although he’d just had her blood and his own release, it wasn’t enough. The sight of her there, spread out before him like a feast, only fed his hunger. He’d never forget the sight they made in the mirror, seeing how Molly came apart watching herself be pleasured. His satisfaction in seeing her witness how well he could please her, how her pleasure washis,was fierce and consuming.
Allarion gently unlaced and unbuttoned her pretty underthings, careful to place them neatly on the trunk at the foot of the bed. He wanted to see her in them many more times but knew he couldn’t be trusted not to rip or soil them.
Molly lay back, docile and well-sated, a little smile playing at her lips. When he finally had her naked, Allarion crawled over her to claim that smile, to taste it for himself.
“Did you get what you needed?” she murmured against his mouth.
He eased himself down over her, settling into the cradle of her body. His breath stuttered to feel how perfectly they fit together, how her body welcomed his. Her thighs drew up to frame his hips, and her arms came round to blanket his shoulders. His back arched in delight when her nails gently scraped his scalp.
“That and more,” he answered, claiming another kiss. “You are the most generous of mates.”
“Maybe, but I’m also a greedy one.”
Beneath him, she rolled her hips, canting them so the underside of his cock slid along her mons.
“Are you now…”
Allarion delved a hand between them, taking hold of his messy cock to glide it up and down the center of her cunt. Molly moaned, her fingernails scratching and scraping along his shoulders. The bite of her nails grew sharper the more he teased, and Allarion considered going until she drew blood. Let her leave her mark on him as he had her.
Goddesses knew, she’d already left her mark on him inside. There wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t utterly hers, and to wear her red welts as proof gave him a fierce kind of pleasure.
Molly’s heel pressed into the small of his back. “You’re too good at teasing,” she panted. “Come inside me. I want to feel you.”
Rumbling with satisfaction, Allarion notched his cockhead at her weeping entrance. He watched his flesh disappear inside her, her body giving round his. A shudder bowed his spine, and he fell over her, claiming her mouth in a ferocious kiss as he pressed onward, not stopping until he’d found his way home.
Little mewls and whimpers caught in her throat, and Allarion drank them all down. He gave her no quarter, needing this, needing her with a pain that only she could soothe. So many years, so long a life, all leading to this, to her—it was almost too wonderful to believe.
Their hips met, flushed together as he sheathed himself inside her. Those fingers that had nearly clawed him turned gentle, the pads running up and down his back in feathery caresses that left gooseflesh in their wake.
Her cunt clenched around him, a silky hot grip that robbed him of thought and sense. Burying his nose at her throat, kissing the punctures he’d made, Allarion moved.
Molly choked, throwing her head back on the pillows. “Your piercing,” she croaked.
Ah yes. He could feel it dragging along the upper wall of her channel, catching her in just the right places. He’d found them with his fingers, tongue, and magic, so he knew just how he needed to angle his hips so that he grazed that spot with every stroke.
He found a rhythm, hips shuttling against hers in a dance far older than the fae, the forests, and even magic. She gave him all of her so sweetly, her sounds and touches filling him up as surely as his cock filled her. She welcomed him on every thrust, milking and gripping him with every retreat, as if begging him not to go. But he always returned—he always would to her. His home. His queen. His Molly.
She moaned his name, head thrashing on the pillow, her hips rolling to try keeping time with his. Allarion picked himself up on his hands, changing the angle and offering more leverage. His pelvis smacked wetly against hers, their sounds and scent of lovemaking saturating the bedchamber.
Molly’s plush lips drew back in a rictus of pleasure, her hands grasping at his forearms for something to hold onto. His magic wrapped round her thighs and he drew them as wide as they could go, allowing him just that little more.
As his rhythm stuttered into a frenetic frenzy, he watched rapturously as her breasts bounced with their rocking. He pooled his magic on her lower belly, where he could just see the faintest shadows of her muscles clenching around his length. One tendril he sent up her middle to circle round her breasts; it spiraled around the lush mounds before capping her pert nipples, plucking and rolling under the insubstantial weight. The other rippled down her mons, settling around her clitoris. He could just feel its warm touch as he thrust inside.
With his magic working in concert, Allarion let go. He drove his cock deep inside her, wishing to join them forever. Her body took and gave, and a silent scream rent her lips wide as she came apart. Slick gushed around his cock, and Allarion lost his mind.
Drunk on her feel and scent, he was nothing but motion. He ran her down and pinned her with his hips, a brutal orgasm ripping through the fabric of his being. His magic snapped around them, knotting them together in an explosion of sensation.
For a moment, his mind touched hers—a golden light that washed him in warmth.
It was a divine light, the soul of his very own goddess.
Their bond snicked into place as the magic spun around them in whirls of blue and white light. His belly full of blood burned inside him, a heaviness that anchored him to this place, to her. As he filled her up with the last of his spend, Allarion had just enough wherewithal to smile down at her.
Mine,he thought.You’re mine.
And in that golden glow, he heard the echo of her mind, too.
Yours.
