Page 119 of Veiled Flames
He continues his slowly paced deep drives, and the whole time his finger sporadically teases my breasts or my nub, lifting my pleasure so high I wonder if I should announce that it’s me who’s now close.
But before I can form the warning, my body explodes. I shake as he slides even more forcefully inside me, continuing to play with my button as I shatter, and my arms collapse against the wall.
“Good girl.” He growls against my ear. “Your cunny is so tight and powerful around me. You make me feel so good.”
My pride rises at his praise, and my contractions squeeze uncontrollably around him, as he continues to slowly drive against them, offering more praise as he delivers each thrust.
As my waves of contractions subside, he strokes my body between each long slow drive, and each time he hits deeply he continues to praise me, to tell me how good I’m making him feel, and how proud and pleased he is that my body is able to accept in so much of his.
In the past, the only compliments I’ve ever received were for my appearance—my silvery skin, my eyes, my lips, my long pink hair that’s now shorn. And on the rare occasions my behavior was praised, it was for doing things I did not wish to do.
Tynan likes that I’m strong. He likes that I have ambitions beyond becoming a dutiful wife and mother. And he most certainly loves thrusting his long cock inside me.
He slips out. Then he kisses me as he turns my body back to face his, capturing my lips with more fervor this time. I become so lost in his kiss and his touch that I only become aware that my hands are unbound when I discover they’re traveling over hisback, exploring his shape and loving how his muscles flex and slide under my fingers and palms.
Breaking away from our kiss, Tynan lifts me.
Pressing me back against the wall, he enters me again, slipping in so easily I barely feel the initial penetration.
But I certainly feel him as he starts to move. Holding me against the wall, he rocks forward, and I wrap my legs around him, locking my heels, hoping it helps him hold me up. But I needn’t worry about that. Each of his drives lifts me higher on the wall, and when I slide back down I’m met with another hard thrust of his hips, their force lifting my pleasure to even greater heights.
He pulls me away from the wall, and staying inside, he strides back toward the bed, and I love how each of his steps feels like a thrust even though he remains fully seated.
He lays me down, slowly pumping even as he positions us and finds a pillow to put under my head.
And then, looking deeply into my eyes with near reverence, Tynan continues to glide slowly and even more gently inside me, filling my heart and my soul with joy, in the same way he’s filling my cunny.
I wake with Tynan tangled around me.
His long limbs encase me, like the constricting snakes of Sidonia I’ve read of in books. But while he’s holding me firmly, he’s not trying to kill me like one of those snakes, and I feel warm and relaxed in his arms.
Sighing contentedly, I listen to his sleeping breaths. My body is sore inside. But not in a painful way. It’s more a welcome, aching reminder of the fullness and friction I enjoyed for so many hours last night, as Tynan introduced me to new ways of performing the act of sex. Performing the act of love. I now understand what people mean by that. I felt close to him when he told me about the cruelty he suffered in his childhood, but that closeness deepened when he was inside me and looking into my eyes.
Studying his sleeping face, I admire his fierce beauty, so gentle in slumber. At times, he was astoundingly gentle last night. Other times nearly brutal. But he seemed to enjoy discovering what gave me the most pleasure, prioritizing it over his own.
His eyes flutter open, and a massive smile spreads across his face. “Good morn, my dearest of roses.”
I grin at his new variation on his nickname for me.
“How did you sleep?” he asks.
“Deeply.” I run my fingers through the hairs that carve a line down the middle of his chest to separate the solid discs of muscle. “As deeply as you drove inside me.”
His eyes flash with pride and hunger.
“And you?” I ask.
“Never better.” His fingers trail down my spine, and one of his legs that’s draped over me shifts.
I drag my fingers over the ridges of the muscles forming his belly.
He covers my hand with his. “If you keep doing that, I’ll have no choice. I’ll have to fuck you again.”
“You make that sound like a burden.”
He chuckles. “Hardly. But I should creep back to my room before everyone at camp is up to bear witness.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips. “As I recall, you were not pleased when I kissed you in public.”
“I think that ship has sailed.” Leaning my head on his chest, I consider my options. I hate that my fate is now up to the dragon masters. Saxon is most certainly against me. Treacher is too. Roule is my only hope, and I can’t allow those men to take away all that I want.
