Page 102 of The Cerulean Sister
I brace myself by gripping the armor of his forearms as he rolls his hips into me, a new, deeper pleasure spreading across my skin, tightening and warming with each stroke.
I don't have to say I am close for him to know. He can feel the resistance of my restricting walls, hear my almost screaming moans.
He wants to speed up, ram into me, but he keeps a steady rolling thrust, making sure the root of his cock brushes against my clit each time he leans forward.
I move my hands from his arms to either side of his visor, knowing he is watching me for any tiny indication to alter his movements to bring me more pleasure.
The new position of my arms changes how deep he can go, the brace holding me in place becoming looser with his movements. So he locks down on my shoulders, his thumbs so close to my throat, pulling me down to meet him.
The rough fabric of his glove strokes up and down the column of my neck as I close my eyes and bear down, the building pressure almost suffocating me.
It rises and rises and just won’t break.
I clench so hard on him that his groans sound different, like it's difficult to keep going, waiting for my release to come.
"Let go, Ferren. Let go, I have you now," he chants, encouraging me to sink into the abyss with him, to feel something other than relentless torture, mind games, and hypervigilance.
"I have you, let go. I am here," he says between the hedonistic sounds our bodies make together.
With a shallow gasp, the tension in my body finally snaps, a conjunction-like tremor, contained and all-consuming, crashing through us both at once.
99's powerful thrusting stutters slightly as he comes, filling me and groaning through the muffled metal of his mask.
I squeeze around him so tightly, milking every last drop as I gasp and cry out, holding onto him as wave after wave crashes through us.
I gladly lose myself to the hazy euphoria of 99 taking me, eliciting such emotion only to devour me whole.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
“Priestess." 99's deep voice and the stroke of his thumb across my jaw pulls my attention back from watching him straighten his bloodied armor. He helps me off the table, my skirt falling to the floor in an elegant sway, hiding the sticky mess between my legs.
I adjust the front of my neckline to hide the rip 99 created while we were both carried away.
He brings my hand up, examining the wounds on my skin.
"They will heal," I whisper.
He presses the afflicted area to his visor where his lips would be, as if to sweetly kiss me there.
My gifts have almost fully returned, and when they do, the wounds will heal faster. Knowing I will soon be able to feel 99's mind makes me tremble with anticipation.
But a wave of dread takes over at the thought of our special connection being hunted and sniffed out by Crixa's wards. In the past, she never liked me using my gift of mind’s eye and knew when I had used it without permission, and that was when she liked me. I can't imagine what she would do now that I am out of her favor.
"We can't tether to each other. I am sorry." The words feel spiky in my throat as they come out. "Crixa's wards may pick up on it. She instructed Lord Hollis to remove my gifts every day because she does not want me using them."
His fists clench in response to hearing more details of Lord Hollis's treatment. He stares at the body behind me, his posture changing.
I glance back at the gruesome display now littering the floor and feel a pit form in my gut. Lord Hollis is very dead, murdered for reasons that are not easily explained to the Estate.
"99, the guards will find him here."
"You will not be here when they do. Who knows you were in this room?" 99 asks, rounding the table and pulling the knife from Lord Hollis in a wet squelch.
"The guardsman assigned to me, Ben, and some of his guards, but they left as soon as I arrived. We were alone for most of the coup."
He tenses, pausing for just a moment like he wants to put the knife back and kill him all over again. "Good."
