Page 40 of Fire Kissed
The hours we spend sharing one another pass by with the wake of the stares above. It’s a blur sensual extasy. The three of them start to take turns having me, seemingly seeing who can give me more than I can take.
The sky darkness and the marvelous beauty of the highlighted heavens is nothing compared to how good Aric fucks me from behind. It’s a quick and fast rush like needing to feel each other on the deepest level possible is the most urgent thing either of us has ever wanted. His hand covers my mouth from over my shoulder. It’s to silence my moans but it also leverages him in deeper. And deeper. And deeper. I cum around him in blinding colors that are painful behind my eyes. When my lashes flutter open and he’s still pounding into me, whisking vines shimmer with light. They flit about in a glittering, beautiful colors. They only emphasis the magic of the moment.
My release feels even more heightened when it slams through me, shaking and taking me down until I’m barely holding myself up beneath Aric’s pounding pace.
It’s the opposite of how Latham takes me. When hours pass and I’m entirely spent, he pulls me against him, guiding my hips up and down his length. I straddle over him but he very much takes control. He holds me tightly in his hands and rocks his lean hips beneath me. He sinks in so slowly that he grinds my clit fully against the base of his shaft with every meticulous thrust he gives me. The pace is like a climb that I’ll never reach the top of. It simply teeters higher and higher with every diligent move of his sexy body against mine. It’s a winding of building energy deep within me. It keeps going. My cries carry. I can’t stop the sounds he sends tearing from my throat.
It’s endless pleasure.
I want more.
And more.
And more.
And then all that restless energy comes soaring out. I cum over and over again in rapid bursts of stars behind my eyes.
And as the four of us keep going again and again, it’s hard to remember which are the stars of our own creation and which are the ones passing time above us. Because time does churn on.
Despite how much we try to cling on to this blissful moment, it’ll pass.
And the dawn will surely come.
The Light King
Torben
I don’t sleep a wink.I cling to the feel of her soft body sleeping soundly in my arms. I don’t remember the last time I felt this good. Possibly... never.
I never knew sex could be like that. It was instinctive. I wasn’t hurting the entire time or waiting for it all to pass. Shit, I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to bury myself in her and never let her go if it meant forever seeing her eyes brighten before rolling back with ecstasy.
She curls into me with a soft moan, and I hate that I have to wake her. Our night of fun is over. We’re out of time. The heavy sigh within me releases, and I’m just about to shake her awake when her big ocean blue eyes open and stare right up at me. Her lips part. I see it in her. There’s something just on the tip of her tongue.
Something important.
“Hey,” she says softly.
I wait for the words she isn’t saying, but nothing else comes out.
Whatever it is she’s thinking in that constant mind of hers, she keeps to herself.
“Hey,” I whisper back to her, a smile inching over my lips for no damn reason.
That’s what this maddening woman does to me.
I act irrational with her. Reckless.
I both hate it and love it all at the same time.
The cool feel of her palm slides over my stomach, and I feel flutters up inside me as she traces the muscle there. Thin marks of scars long healed are just beneath her hands, and yet she only focuses on the dips and lines of my muscle.
And I smile harder.
Like a damn idiot.
“We should go,” I tell her on a grumble of words.
Her gaze lowers and she nods. All the peace we’ve held in this garden is slipping away from us with each ticking second. That’s what life is though, the moments of good among all the bad. Lately I’ve had more good than I’ve had in my entire life though.
