Page 55 of Twisted Bonds
He pauses, eyes tracing my lips as if pained. He shakes his head, a deep guttural sound thrumming through his chest as his lips take mine again. “No, I want you now. Like this.”
His hot breath clouds around me in the cold air with a hint of mint. His lips press to mine as one arm curls beneath my waist. As his hands roam over my body, eliciting a delicious shiver that travels down my spine, I surrender to the overwhelming desire that courses through my veins.
“Let me worship you,” he whispers against my skin. My breasts become heavy, aching with fullness as he shoves me down on the pillowy mattress. I melt beneath his touch, my body responding to his every caress as he lovingly explores my every curve. I writhe beneath him, each kiss and touch burning me with an intensity so strong.
I gasp as he rips my shirt from my body. “That was my only shirt,” I laugh as he takes my bra next.
“You can have mine,” he says as he takes his off. His body is lean and tight, muscles defined but not bulky.
“Oh,” I breathe, the word escaping me like a breath.
As I feel the cool night breeze brush against my heated skin, I lift my hips so he can shimmy my panties off me, leaving me naked before him. My heart races as his eyes drink in the sight of me, his hunger unmistakable.
The air between us grows heavier, thrumming with a primal heat that is both intoxicating and impossible to ignore. His fingers trail down my body, tracing the dips and hollows of my torso like he’s memorizing every moment, stopping at the mound between my legs.
“May I?” he asks. His voice is a deep baritone, whispering promises of pleasure and release on every note. My reply is almost unintelligible, but I nod my head for clarity.
It’s all the permission he needs. I moan, swallowed within a gasp as his fingers daringly spread me open for him to admire. The sensation of cool air tickling my wet core sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me, reducing me to nothing more than pure carnal desire.
My eyes spark with determination as I roll onto my knees and swiftly strip away the last of his clothes. When his hard cock springs free, I’m nearly overcome with desire. It’s thick and curves slightly to one side. Absolutely Perfect.
With determination, I push him onto his back and crawl towards him, intent on kissing every inch of his body. I start at his lips, trailing kisses down his neck where I can feel his pulse thrumming under the surface of his skin. He inhales sharply as I run my fingers down his chest, playing with the little hairs that line his stomach.
His eyes widen as I slink down, taking him in my hand. His breath hitches when I flick my eyes back up to his, a challenge in my gaze. “Are you sure?” My voice is hoarse, filled with wanton desire.
He swallows, eyes blazing with a heat that sends a shiver down my spine. “Yes,” he breathes, his voice thick with need.
With a smile, I straddle him, taking control of him like a majestic stallion. His fingers lace through my hair as I lower myself onto him, the sensation of him stretching me, causing a gasp to escape our entwined lips.
The room fills with the sound of our panting breaths and soft sighs. I move, slowly at first, allowing us both to adjust to the new sensations. His body tenses beneath mine, his fingers squeezing my hips as if he’s unsure whether to pull me closer or lift me higher.
I ride him slowly, clamping my legs tight against him to keep him buried deep within me.
“There’s no rush,” I whisper into his kiss, slowly lifting my body from his before dropping back down. Every movement is calculated, drawn out, meant to make him feel every touch, every sensation. His first time should be special, and I want him to remember this forever.
So I take my time, sitting up tall to let him admire my full body. I slide up and down his length, grinding my clit against him with a low, sweeping motion. I marvel at the feel of him inside me. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure radiating through my body, grounding me in this moment.
“Mira,” he says my name like a prayer. “You are amazing. Fuck.”
I lean down to capture his lips, reassuring him without words. His arms snake around me, holding me close as we move together in a slow rhythm that quickens with time.
He groans beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips as he bucks underneath me. His movements are unpredictable, uncontrolled. Like a storm-tossed sea under a canopy of stars. The contrast between our movements only serves to heighten the tension building in my core.
I gasp his name almost reverently as I clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into his heated skin as I chase my climax on his cock. His hot breath fans across my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. He’s all I can feel. All I can hear. All I can taste as I scream out my release. Scream his name as my orgasm rips through me.
Our rhythm falters as he groans, an animalistic sound that drives me wild. His control slips and he grips my hips tighter, driving into me with a force that has me seeing stars. My name spills from his lips as he empties deep inside me.
Panting, I slow down as my waves of crushing pleasure subside. I eek out every drop of his essence with my final movements before collapsing beside him, our bodies slick with sweat and desire.
He holds me to his chest, his breath slowing as he runs his fingers through my hair, tangling it further. But I don’t care. All I care about is the comforting beat of his heart beneath my ear, the steady rhythm lulling me into a sleepy daze.
His lips press lightly against my hair, over and over. “That was incredible.”
With the Dampening Shield around us, there is no surge of blinding colorful Chroma swirling. No joyous celebration of our new mate bond. I can only assume it’s there. Hope.
Stillness settles around us. For a moment, it's almost normal. Like I’m back home. There’s no magic in this room. No otherworldly power. Just two people falling in love.
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