Page 78 of Crown of Flame
My fingers clutch at his shoulders desperately, my nails digging into him as if trying to ground myself amidst the whirlwind of sensations he creates.
The tangible heat between us intensifies with every deliberate stroke, each deliciously potent glide of his body against mine. His fingers trail up my side, tracing the curve of my waist before brushing against the swell of my breasts. I moan at his touch - it's electrifying, sending sparks of fire dancing across my skin.
Cinis' eyes capture mine once more, he swears softly at the sight of me writhing beneath him, the appreciation evident in his gaze as he delights in my reactions to him.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, each thrust punctuated by a grunt of exertion from him and an answering cry from me. We are two beings, separated by worlds.
His tendrils move lower, tracing patterns on my stomach before they delve between our bodies. He finds the sensitive nub hidden there and starts rubbing it in tantalizing circles that have me crying out.
The added stimulus heightens the sensations coursing through me until I'm thrashing beneath him in a desperate attempt to find release.
The pleasure is too intense, too much - it's winding me tighter and tighter into a ball of need and anticipation. My nails leave crescent marks on his back as I cling onto him for dear life.
"Cinis," I gasp out, his name like a prayer with every roll of my hips.
I can feel the tension climbing higher and higher within me, twining around my senses until I can't think straight anymore.
"Just a bit more. Just a bit more," Cinis whispers, his voice strained with the effort to remain in control. He is pushing me into further heights of pleasure, and I’m on the edge of the precipice, teetering along the fine line of overwhelming ecstasy.
The room becomes blurred around the edges as I gasp for air, my heartbeat thunderous in my ears as it matches the rhythm of our bodies. Suddenly, he quickens his pace, thrusting deeper and harder into me as his tendril continues its torment on my quivering sensitivity.
My moan is swallowed by him as he crashes his lips to mine, muffling the cries that threaten to echo throughout the small room. His tongue mimics the rhythmic dance below, twisting and meeting mine with a fervor that sets all thoughts aside except our shared experience.
"I'm...Cinis...I can't..." My words dissolve into incoherent murmurs as I feel the knot in my stomach coil tighter. With one final thrust, Cinis tips me over the edge.
A strangled cry escapes me as an intense wave of pleasure crashes into me, tearing through every nerve ending. It's a mind-numbing sensation that leaves me shuddering and trembling beneath him as spots dance behind my closed eyes.
Cinis's movements falter as he watches me come undone beneath him. He huffs out a strained grunt above me, his pace becoming more frenzied. With final thrust, he spills himself within me, his body convulsing in the throes of his own climax.
Cinis grunts above me, his own climax not far behind mine.
His hips stutter against me one last time before stilling altogether. I can feel him throbbing inside me, spilling his warmth as he buries his face in my neck.
The aftershocks pulse through us in gentle waves as we cling to each other.
His fingers lazily trace along the curve of my waist, raising goosebumps on my flushed skin. "That was..." Cinis starts saying before trailing off, words failing to encapsulate the magnificence of our intimate dance.
I hum in agreement and run my fingers along his face. Our bodies are tangled in a mess of sweat-soaked sheets and raw desire that begins to ebb into contentment.
Slowly he pulls himself out of me, rolling onto his side to pull me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the calming drone of his heartbeat. We remain like this for a while, silent and spent.
I snuggle closer into him, our bodies warm against each other. My heart races with excitement, and I know I want to stay like this with Cinis forever.
“Maybe we could be joined in the camp,” I propose, breaking the silence. “Like in marriage?”
He pulls me closer against him, his firm body pressing into the back of me as he breathes into my hair, “I would do this for you.”
29
CINIS
“No peeking now,” I mutter.
Gripping Serena’s hand in my rocky arm, I lead her down a wide cavern corridor filled with lanterns and candles, careful not to mislead her toward any of the open flames. Her thoughts scream at me, but understanding her boundaries, I stop just short of actually hearing them.
Perhaps this new skill is better used on our enemies.
“Just please tell me where we’re going, Cinis,” she says. “It’s so hot.”