Page 106 of The Song of Sunrise
Fuck. I gulp.
He is remarkable. As if he was carved out of marble. I feel heat spread between my legs at the sight of his considerable length.
“You are beautiful,” I say, because there is no other way to describe his terrifying beauty. I see now that those swirling black tattoos wrap around half of his body, covering his arms and pectorals, dissipating at the two delicious lines of his lower abdomen that lead downward to his…
Oh, sun burn me! He is going to break me with that.
Atlys chuckles.
“That’s not fair. Get out of my mind!” I say, knowing full well he was eavesdropping on my thoughts.
Atlys palms his length, devouring me with his eyes as he prowls forward. “Iamgoing to fuck you so hard, but I assure you that the only breaking will be your soul when it fuses with mine.”
His mood flips from ravenous to gentle in one heartbeat. He lightly grabs my chin and kisses me sweetly. We melt together, exploring each other’s mouths. Atlys’s fingers slide down my back until he hooks his hands under my ass and carefully lifts before setting me on the ground.
Our kisses turn harder, filling with need. The cold stone of the cave floor against my warm skin turns my thoughts to delirium. I need more.
“This,” I managed to plead. “I hate this. But I want this too. I want you.”
“I—” Atlys kisses. “Will—” A kiss to my chest. “Willingly,” he says, crawling backward and kissing my hip. “—oblige.” He kneels before me. His breaths are as quick and shallow as my own. “Show me all of you.”
I shiver at the pure command of his voice. Slowly, I lean back on my elbows and open my legs, spreading myself bare for himto see. His silver eyes darken threateningly as shadows curl in thick twists around his bulky frame.
He adjusts his muscular thighs to support his weight as he reaches for my wrists, pinning them above my head with one large hand as the other one trails down my stomach. Lower, and lower, until he reaches my core. My brain short-circuits as he fingers my clit in gentle circles.
A moan escapes my lips.
He circles the bundle of nerves. “Do you like this?”
I buck my hips, desperate for more. “Yes.”
“And what about this?” He slides a finger along my slick core, teasing my entrance.
“Gods, please,” I plead breathlessly, already chasing a building sensation of pleasure swirling inside.
“If I am your God, then you are the center of my universe,” Atlys purrs and squeezes my hands tighter, stretching my body upward. I arch my back in response. He curls his broad torso down, towering over me until his lips touch my ear lobe. My peaked nipples brush along his chest with each breath. I already feel myself quickening, spiraling with pleasure.
“Come for me.” He plunges a thick finger inside me. Once, twice, three times and I’m already unraveling. His pace quickens and he adds another finger, curling them at the top, hitting that wall within that sends white hot pleasure waves through my body.
“Atlys, Atlys, Atlys,” I chant between moans, worshiping his fingers with every grinding undulation of my hips until I completely uncoil myself, coming so hard my vision blurs.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, pulling his finger out and into his mouth. “I’ve been waiting to taste you on my fingers.”
I grind my hips under him in response. Wanting more, wanting to be filled by him.
“Divine.” He licks his fingers once more. “Now I’m going to fuck you, Akemi. Is this what you want?” He releases the hand holding my wrists and I cup around his neck, pulling him into a needy kiss.
More, more, more, I show him. But Atlys pulls back, eyes searching mine. His hips are perfectly aligned over me. I can feel his erection pressing against my entrance.
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
I explode in pleasure as Atlys drives into me in one deep thrust.
“Holy fucking Gods,” I pant. He fills me completely, almost to the edge of pain.
I curl my legs around his narrow hips, tilting myself upward until I feel his balls resting on my ass. He pulls out slowly, inch after inch, sliding easily from how wet I am for him.
