Page 100 of The Cerulean Sister
An unstoppable wave crashes against me, screaming to get to him, to touch and feel him to know he is real, but I can't move fast enough, every ligament in my body is stiff from being locked down for so long.
My chest heaves, expanding so rapidly my sternum threatens to pop out of place to make room for the air I require.
I lift myself up out of my chair, ignoring the sore feeling in my muscles.
His name comes out in a sob, a quivering plea on my lips. I have not said it aloud in so long and hearing it is too much.
He rounds the table quicker than I can even take a step and crashes into me, pulling me into his strong arms, surrounding me in the warmth of his body.
"Tell me you are alright, Ferren." His voice sounds broken, overcome, and exhausted.
He trembles like his body is finally able to relax now that we are together. He found me and is quickly getting rid of the rest of his rage.
"Tell me, please." He shakes me a little, wiping the tears from my cheeks, his hands moving and touching every inch of me in a frantic search for more injuries.
"99—" I can only nod, not able to finish the sentence without risking another painful sob in my throat.
"It's alright." He hums.
"You are here. You are real." I squeeze him tightly.
"Tether to me, Priestess. I cannot be without you any longer." He runs his palm down the back of my hair.
I try to press into his mind, but my gift is still too weak, not fully returned yet. It burns behind my eyes that I cannot feel him this way immediately.
"I can't." I clutch onto his torso as he touches me, his hands still moving over my body like he isn't sure I am truly here. "It's not strong enough yet, still out of reach."
I gasp when he growls into my neck in frustration.
And suddenly I need him closer. I need to rid myself of all the rage I feel inside too.
There is no embrace in the three worlds that can satisfy the desperate tension building the more we touch and cling to each other.
I pull him closer by the brutal muscles of his neck, the cold metal of his visor brushing against my face.
I know he feels the same overwhelming desire when his still trembling arms pick me up, squeezing me by the hips and placing me on the table.
"You belong to me, Priestess," he says, low and sultry as he nestles into my neck.
I spread my legs and press my breasts against his armor, but it's not enough.
It won't be until my gifts crawl back to me, until they are whole again and I can tether to him and our minds and bodies can be connected in all ways.
"Need you," I say on a breathless gasp and begin pulling up the layers of my gown.
99 responds without question, hiking up the rest and forcing my legs open wider, pressing himself against me even as he frantically works the buckles of his pants to free his length.
I whimper as he guides the head up and down my folds like he normally does to slick himself and ease the entry.
I am not surprised that I am not wet; my body has not had enough time to transition from being in shock to wanting him inside me.
But I do want him, and the kiss of his hot pre-cum against my skin only makes me want him more.
I impatiently lick my hand and stroke him with a long, wet twist of my wrist. I can feel him tense and look up at me in surprise, not expecting it. It's lewd and nothing we have ever had to do before, but I cannot wait for my body to catch up, and with the way he is trembling against me, I know it is difficult for him to wait too.
We both need this.
I stroke him again, quickly spreading the moisture across his thick length. "Please, 99."
