Page 51 of Light and Shadow
With his knees, he nudges my thighs apart. Holding his weight off of me, the muscles bulge as he notches himself at my pussy.
What is he waiting for? I lift my hips and take in the tip of his shaft. A soft moan escapes, and I repeat, pushing higher to take a little more. I long to ease the ache of desire torturing me most exquisitely.
With a low animalistic growl, he presses inside me, inch by maddening inch. Stretching me, filling me, becoming one with me.
Pleasure explodes inside me, and my body sucks and pulses around his cock. My nails dig into his shoulders. I scream into his mouth while my orgasm sends a shock wave to every cell inmy body. I break the kiss to catch my breath. I had no idea I was capable of so much rapture in so short a time. “Oh. Why is it so much? That’s…”
Holding above me, buried deep within me, he asks, “Are you alright?”
Is he insane? “Move. Please move.”
Releasing his breath, he combs my hair away from my eyes and pulls back. Gaze locked with mine, he presses deep again. Again and again, he fills me, making love to me slowly. Stare intense, he never looks away and somehow, it’s more intimate than anything I’ve ever experienced.
It’s perfection, and I may go insane all at once. I rock my hips to meet every thrust. Another orgasm builds within. “Faster. God, Aaran, I’m going to come again.”
He covers my lips in a deep kiss. His tongue and cock thrusting and retreating synchronously. Hard and fast, and needing more, needing everything, I meet every move.
I try to hold back and wait for him, but there’s no chance. My pussy tightens as bliss takes me over the edge. I pull away from his kiss and press my teeth against his muscular shoulder.
Holding his weight on one elbow, he cups the back of my head while my body quakes with wave after wave of the most spectacular orgasm of my life. Nothing can compare to this moment.
On a sound that’s more animal than man, he thrusts hard once, and again, before pulling free and coming between us.
A small part of me wishes he’d come inside me. I want to feel his warm seed, and I yearn for the possibility of his beautiful child to grow within me. It’s completely insane. I’ve never even considered children, never felt motherly. A logical and sensible woman knows it is considerate and smart not to risk a pregnancy, if our species are even compatible. Clearly, he believes we are. Still, we’re at war, and I live in another world,and have a life there. Not to mention the curse. Though a boy child that looked like Aaran wouldn’t be a bad thing. I quash the notion before my longing for him becomes too intense.
His kisses soften, and he peppers them along my cheek and my forehead. “Harper,” he says on a breath. Rolling to his back, he holds me against his chest.
The aches and pains of my torture find their voice again, but I close my eyes and let the pleasure of the moment be my focus. “That was wonderful.”
“I hurt you?” He caresses my bruised back.
“No. Venora, Ciaran, and dark magic hurt me. You made me forget for a while.” My muscles feel like jelly. “Aaran?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I hear the song of your soul?” It’s strange the thought came into my head now. It’s the first peace we’ve had since shortly after coming to this world. I long for more of him, all of him.
Brushing my hair from my face, he smiles. “Close your eyes.”
I do and his fingers slide around my neck as I relax my cheek against his chest. Then the soft hum filters into my consciousness. It’s soft, full of highs and lows. If there is a melody, the verse is too long to find the start and finish. As if music were made by wind through leaves and the swaying of ancient tree trunks, that is the song of Aaran’s soul. And it speaks to mine.
A soft sigh escapes me, and I nuzzle against him. “So beautiful. Can we sleep here?”
Kissing the top of my head, he says. “For a while,mo chroi. Sleep. I will wake you when it’s time to return to camp.”
I want to stay awake and talk, then make love again. I want all my days and nights to be about pleasure and forget about the troubles of the world. Longing for a romance that is bornof passion rather than drama won’t make it so or keep my exhaustion at bay.
The steady rise and fall of Aaran’s chest lulls me until my dreams take me back to Venora’s clutches and turn into nightmares.
Cool water on my stomach pulls me awake.
With a torn piece of cloth, Aaran kneels next to me. He washes the proof of our lovemaking from my abdomen, then presses the cold cloth between my legs and cleans me there too.
I bend my knee, opening for him. A soft sigh escapes. “That’s nice.”
With a naughty grin, he presses a kiss just above my slit. “I wish we had time for more, but the sun will be up soon.” With a long exhale, he hands me my clothes.
I’m unable to take my eyes off his strong, wide back as he walks to the edge of the stream and dips his rag to clean himself. Despite denying us both more pleasure, his cock is at the ready while he drags the cloth over it.
