Page 70 of Nyx
His hand moves faster until I’m clenching, fighting to hold on to the sensation, and he groans. “I wouldn’t last two minutes inside you,” he breathes as his hips drive off the bed, and I imagine for a moment it’s not his fingers there but his cock, thick and heavy, stretching me further.
Another rush of slick gushes onto his hand, and he moans, or maybe it’s me. My body takes over, writhing between the fullness of his fingers and the slippery glide over my cock. I’m so tight, and everything winds until my limbs tremble and stars explode behind my eyelids. For one brief, endless moment, I’m soaring.
Weightless.
And then I fall.
Pleasure like I’ve never known rampages through my body. I recognize it’s my voice as I call out, but my mind is lost in bliss. My cock pulses in his grip, and my inner walls constrict around his fingers. Even my ass clenches, and I wonder in that delirious haze if he might touch me there, too.
I’m frantic, moving on nothing more than instinct as I spin and slam my mouth into his. My knees fall on either side of his lap, and I gasp against his lips at the friction. There’s only the thin fabric of his shorts between us as I roll my hips in time with the waves that jettison through my body.
“Perfect mate,” he whispers, and I move faster as he moans my name, and then again. He chants it, and his hands land on my waist. His fingers dig in, thumbs squeezing inside the hollows of my hipbones. Pulses continue to blast through me in surges, and I shudder from the friction as he holds me there and thrusts off the bed.
“Look at me,” he breathes. “Stay with me… tell me you’re mine.” Nothing else in the world exists beyond the two of us. My fingers sink into his hair, and our foreheads meet, eyes so close I can only focus on one of the beautiful depths at a time. We’re panting, sharing the same breath, and in that moment, I realize the Fates didn’t get it so wrong, after all.
“Yours,” I promise.
My name leaves him again, this time as a prayer, and his mouth falls open. Fingers dig into my skin, clutching and scratching as he stiffens beneath me. The tendons in his neck pull taut as he releases a noise that’s so rough it’salmost a growl. New dampness mixes with mine, and his entire body quivers underneath me as his hips jerk up.
He’s helpless.
I think I like him this way very much.
My hands move down the front of his torso, raking through his chest hair as I stare. Eyes squeezed closed, mouth hanging open, and brows pinched in ecstasy as a series of quiet whines leaves his throat.
The most beautiful undoing.
Reyes opens his eyes and stares at me through heavy, hooded lids. The explosions have weakened to thumps of dull pleasure, and I’m filled with a drowsy peace as my thumb drags over his bottom lip. Skin flushed bronzy pink and a sheen of sweat on his forehead, he looks as ruined as I feel.
His dry mouth clicks as he swallows, and his voice is rough. “Was that… are you…”
“You won’t break me,” I tell him like I’ve told him time and time again. My forehead falls back against his, our eyes never leaving each other’s as my hands trace over the lines of his face. “That was… perfect.”
He smooths the stray hair from my face, wild strands that have fallen loose from my braid. Those hands continue to drift over my hair and skin, until he cups both of my cheeks and draws me in for a soft, languid kiss. I shift on his lap, realizing we’re both covered in fluid. The fabric of his shorts is drenched along with my shirt, and the sheets are soaked.
A flush burns on my face, and Reyes pulls back and questions me with his eyes. “I think I got us both verydirty,” I mutter, and he laughs, pulling me into a tight hug. His chest bounces beneath me, and I grin.
“Yeah, you did, and it was incredible.” He settles us onto the mattress, keeping me wrapped in his arms as he nibbles my earlobe. I exhale heavily, laying my head on the cushion of his chest and grinning when his hairs tickle my cheek.
“Do you want clean clothes?” he asks as my eyes grow heavy, and I snuggle in deeper.
“Should,” I manage to say, and he grunts in agreement.
“Gonna regret it when I wake up with dried jizz all over me in the morning.” His voice is getting thicker, and his breathing heavier. A quiet, sleepy sound leaves my throat as I nuzzle in.
“What is this jizz?” I murmur, my words muffled by his chest.
He chuckles as he smacks around the bed. Once he finds the blanket, he drags it over my shoulders. “The fluids. The reason we’re wet.” I snort a breathy laugh as I give in and close my eyes. “Oh, well… sounds like a tomorrow problem,” he mumbles, and I nod, because I couldn’t agree more.
Reyes
Honeysuckle.
The corners of my mouth turn up as I open my eyes. Nyx is sprawled out beside me, sleeping with his face on my chest. Our fingers clasp, touching like we’re drawn together. Magnets, even in our sleep.
It’s peaceful… until I shift my hips and am faced with stiff shorts.
Sacrifices.
