Page 29 of Imbalance
I nodded my agreement and kissed his lips as he began to press back into me. I bit back the whimper that wanted to come out and squeezed my eyes shut. He pushed in further, and I tightened my legs around him when I felt him try to pull out, saying, "Don't."
He growled, a low, almost feral noise against my skin, and I used that as fuel to egg him on, turning our tender kiss into one of bites and a challenge for control. His hips pressed in further with a groan, and after a moment of resistance, suddenly he could slide in with more ease.
I wasn't going to lie:it hurt. But I was also immensely happy that this was happening with a man who cared for me and was focused on ensuring it hurt as little as possible. Everything in this moment was perfect. Rather than the pain detracting for the moment, it just made it that much more real and raw.
As Finias sank completely into me, he stilled, giving me a moment to adjust, and I marveled at how full I felt. After a few moments, I twined my fingers in his hair and brushed my lips against his before whispering, "The worst part is over. Now make me come."
A rumble spread through his chest, making my nipples pebble in response, and I moaned as he slowly pulled out and sank back into me fully. My moans must have given him reassurance that it wasn't all pain. I unwrapped my legs from around him, and he sat up.
He leisurely moved in and out as he licked his thumb and brought it to my clit, sending sparks of pleasure that helped me adjust to the feeling. Within a few minutes, the pain was a distant memory, only a dull ache remaining, and I found myself falling into the pleasure. Not just the physical pleasure either—no, this was the innate pleasure of forming this type of connection.
Moaning loudly, my eyes fluttered closed in bliss as he continuously hit something deep in me that had me clenching around his cock. Slowly, he increased his pace, which had my breasts swaying which each thrust, and I brought my hands up to hold them, pinching my nipples in the way that I liked.
"Fuck," Finias groaned out, dropping his head back. "I'm not going to last long. You feel so damned good, and you're absolutely breathtaking to watch as you touch yourself and moan. I'm not worthy of you."
I knew I needed something a little more to blast over that edge, and he seemed to sense it as well because he smirked down at me and whispered an incantation, the words rolling over my skin and leaving me with a pleasurable shiver. I gasped as I felt a swelling inside of me as he slid in deeply, and my eyes widened at how different it felt. Oh shit.
He leaned down to be chest to chest with me once more as he nipped at my ear and whispered, "What good are runes on my cock if I can't use them to enhance this experience for you?"
I moaned out his name as he began to pump in and out of me at a more uncontrolled pace, filling me fully each time and causing sparks to set every nerve ending in my body on fire. His words were dirty against my ear, and the more he talked about how good my pussy felt wrapped around him and how I was going to come all over his cock, the closer I came to that peak. It didn’t surprise me when my climax practically barreled into me, leveling me with the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever experienced as Finias let out a deep, animalistic sound that vibrated through my body.
Seconds later, his hips stilled as he spilled his own release into me, and I couldn’t help but wrap my legs around him and my arms around his neck, holding him to me. Suddenly, he flipped us over so I was straddling him, and his arms came up to hold me firmly to him as his fingers brushed up and down my back, giving me goosebumps.
I pulled up to look into his gaze to see how he felt, and I smiled at the authentic love that shone brightly there. He reached up to cup my cheek with his hand, and I leaned into it. "Fuck, Ama. Thank you for entrusting me with such an important moment. This moment is just ours. Forever. " Fuck, did I love the possessiveness in his statement.
I opened my mouth to answer, but as soon as I opened my mouth, a huge yawn took over, my body feeling like melted butter.
"You're exhausted," he observed softly with a small chuckle as he gently lifted me off of him and deposited me onto the bed. He shifted to his side, cradling me to his chest.
I nodded in answer as sleep began to pull at my conscious. I felt warm, safe, and loved in his arms. This was utter bliss.
He kissed my shoulder and spoke softly, "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, but I know it's important to you to not show favoritism, so I won't stay in here all night. One of us will stand guard outside the door all night. Sleep well, baby."
"Thank you," I whispered, nuzzling into the pillow, ready to end this day and start fresh tomorrow.
We'd meet the king and queen and get the army we desperately needed in order to save our kingdom.I wouldn't accept any other outcome.
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A familiar heatwrapped around me, and I woke with a fright. Glancing around, I knew I wasn't actually awake, though. No, I was dreaming again, but I felt fully aware of my surroundings as if I was awake. This time, I was in the same room I had fallen asleep in above the pub, but the warmth I felt wrapping around me was reminiscent of the dream when I'd passed out and fallen into a river of lava at the end.
"Hello, Little Temptress," a deep and rumbling voice greeted me, making me glance around furiously trying to place it. My heart raced as the temperature of the room rose with every passing moment.
From a dark corner of the room appeared a breathtakingly beautiful man. He had golden blonde hair and eyes that glowed in a similar manner. The tan skin of his torso was on full display, black dress pants the only clothing he wore.
His wavy hair came down to his chin, and he tucked it behind his ears as he offered me a stunning, pearly white smile.
He looked like some kind of Angel.
Taking a seat on the other bed, his gaze traveled the length of my body, and I realized I was naked.
"Fuck!" I yelled while grabbing for the sheet and covering myself with it.
Moving to face him with my feet on the ground, I scowled at the amused and somewhat thrilled smile on his face. He looked like he had won the lottery. Freakin’ pervert.
"Who are you?" I asked, shocked at how even my voice came out. He was an unknown man visiting me in my dreams, and he felt damned powerful. But, for some reason, I wasn't afraid of him. Instead, I was cautious, annoyed, and more than a bit curious.
"WhoI am doesn't matter," he answered flippantly while waving a hand, "What matters is that none of those boys following you around are good enough for you. Why do you sully yourself with the likes of them?"
