Page 84 of Ember and Eclipse
She opened her eyes and focused on him. Her mate. Like most things, sex had never been a safe place for her. It was the same as anything Asear did—a way to use her, control her. And with the stable boy, well, they used each other. But she’d never orgasmed with either of them. She’d only brought herself such release, and even that was rare.
But with Devdan, she wassafe. Protected.Cherished.
“Stay in your body,” he said between a breathy groan. “I want you to feel me, all of me.”
And she understood. Because it was more than him inside of her with his steady but gentle pace that left her to feel every inch of him. It was the bond. It was every point where their bodies touched. It was her fire and his wolf. It was the impossibility of having found each other—a witch and her hunter.
When she came, it was with his name on the breath of a moan, and he followed after her. The warmth of his climax spread through her as he rocked inside of her, her name a litany between them. Herfullname.
“Esmerelda…”
Their bodies’ connection and their whispered names were a prayer and an offering. To them. To their bond heating and spreading through every part of them. To the thread of their life that had become so entangled that they seemingly shared the same lungs and heart.
She was his. And he was hers.
In this lifetime. In this realm. And all others.
They explored each other for hours until they were both so weak and sated they drifted off to sleep while the sky awoke in gold.
But only an hour later, she was awake again and wanting.
“Devdan,” she whispered, her hand wrapping around the base of him to wake him up. “I need you again.”
“Pleasantries,” he groaned but reached for her.
“No, Wolf,” she said, moving down his body, “you’re only job here is to take it.” She was already between his spread legs, and he was hardening in her grip. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to him and licked the underside of his length from base to tip.
He hissed with pleasure and pulsed beneath her palm. She swirled her tongue around his head, tasting him, admiring him. And then she closed her lips around him.
“Fuck,”he bit out in a half whimper before throwing his head back.
Rel wondered briefly as she moved her hand and head in unison if she would ever get used to this. Him reacting to her touch, how he tasted and felt. The hot and bright physical manifestation of their bond sitting in her chest.
Would she ever get used to him being hers?
She’d meant to be teasing him, but it was her own impatience and need that made her move over his hips and straddle him.
When she sank down on him, she held his gaze the entire time. She rode him slowly, taking her time with him, delighting in the feel of him filling her up as deep as he could. And in return, she was rewarded with his pleasure coming out in shuddering breaths and whispered curses. She reveled in the knowledge that she was bringing him so much ecstasy that he couldn’t help but voice it.
His head was lifted to watch where their bodies were joined, his brows furrowed and lips parted.
“Rel,” he warned.
But she wasn’t taking any prisoners—the carnal desire to make him come was the singular most important thing to her at that moment. She ground her hips down against him, and he hit the deepest part of her, causing her own moan to join his.
She felt his release. The heat of it and his hands on her hips, holding her down as he pumped shallowly inside her with a loss of control, was a sudden tide that pulled her into her own. Devdan sat up, and they rocked like that, chasing each other to the summit and, with their chests pressed together, over it into the ether.
Long after they had both come down, she was sprawled across him, drunk off her victory.
“You are an insatiable witch, a devastating enchantress. We need to eat and hydrate. Maybe sleep, but I’m willing to bypass that one.”
She groaned. “Fetch us dinner then.”
“It’s the morning.”
“Great, breakfast then,” she said with a yawn but didn’t move.
She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she was smiling when she did.
