Page 111 of Void of Endings
Worshipping her with his tongue, he continued to taste and suck, luring her closer to that moment where she would unravel beneath him. Their bond crackled like kindling, the magic between them building to a crescendo, pitched with feverish desperation and longing. Her breathing hitched as she thrashed against the mattress, her hips arching as she demanded more from him.
His name escaped her on a moan, the sound of it enough to heighten his own hunger for her. He pushed his fingers further inside of her sweet heat, curling them, and when the scent of cinnamon woods and vanilla overwhelmed him, he nipped ever so slightly at her clit, driving her over the edge completely.
She was panting now, clawing at him. So wet and needy.
Tiernan covered her body with his own, moving up over her, his cock primed and ready to delve into her throbbing, sweet heat.
But then he saw the look in her eyes. They were greenish gray, crystal clear, and she was staring at him like she was trying to commit him to memory. Like this would be the last time she ever saw him.
He stilled, and she asked, “What if this is it?”
There was no hidden implication behind her words, he knew what she was asking. Understood the worry underneath each breath.
Maeve reached up and cupped his cheek, searching his face. “What if this is all that’s left of us?”
He leaned into her touch. “Tell me your fears,astora.”
She swallowed before speaking. “I fear that after tomorrow, there will be nothing left. That all of this, all of us, will be gone.”
Tiernan nodded once, never taking his eyes off of hers. “And do you want to know my fears?”
A single tear escaped from the corner of her eye and he gently wiped it away.
“I fear I will never stop loving you. I fear all it will take is one errant spark, and you will set fire to this world.” He eased onto the bed, pulling her against him, rolling her on top of him. “And I will stand with you through it all. Through the smoke and flame, through the dust and ash. I will remain by your side as you burn it all down. I fear you will become something wondrous, a true faerie queen. And that fear,astora, is power.”
Her bottom lip quivered. “But?—”
He pressed a finger to her lips.
“We are only given moments, Maeve. Glimpses in time. Take this moment with me.” He ran his hands along her back, over her waist, and hips. She shuddered, adjusting herself, opening for him. “Live this moment with me.”
Maeve rose slowly, then lowered herself onto his shaft. He groaned, grabbing her hips to seat himself deeper inside of her. The walls of her tight cunt gripped his cock, clenching around him, soaking him. Each thrust brought the gentle crash of distant thunder. Each time she rocked her hips against him, the storm inside him raged.
At one point, he might’ve prided himself on being able to fuck her from dusk until dawn.
But not tonight.
Tonight, she was the maelstrom, and he was at her mercy.
She rode him with urgency, a demanding pace that stole the air from his lungs, until he was consumed by her completely.
“I will never pray to another god or goddess, so long as I have you.” Tiernan ground the words out as he pumped himself into her. His fingers dug into her hips, bruising her. “I will worship you until the stars fall from the sky,astora. You are my temple.”
Maeve splayed her hands on his bare chest. “You are my home.”
With those words, he carried them both into the star-dusted heavens. She cried out as the orgasm speared her, as he emptied himself in one final, devastating thrust.
She collapsed on top of him, and Tiernan rolled, tucking her into his side. He pulled a satin blanket over them, cradling her against him. He wanted it to stay like this forever, with her in his arms. But each second that passed only led them closer to their fate.
Maeve snuggled into him, burying her face in his chest, and Tiernan froze.
A moment passed.
Another.
And he braced himself.
Then a quiet knock sounded on the other side of his bedroom door.
