Page 57 of Lich's Mate

With a few more strokes, she's cumming undone beneath me, moaning my name as waves of ecstasy crash over her. It’s a sight that will be imprinted in my mind forever. Meera in all her raw passion and vulnerability is something I want to see again and again.

But for now, I just hold her close as she comes down from her high. Her body shudders with aftershocks and I can hear her panting softly into my ear. I press a tender kiss to her forehead and murmur sweet words into her ear till she calms down.

Then I position myself between her legs and thrust inside her tight body. Her gasp is loud as I fill her completely, marking her as mine in this intimate exchange. Her walls clench around me, an exquisite sensation that has me groaning in pleasure.

"Kavian," she breathes out my name again, a mantra on her lips that drives me wild. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, anchoring herself to me as we move together.

Our bodies join and separate rhythmically with every thrust, creating a symphony of breathless moans and whispered words. The world outside our cabin fades away. The only thing that matters is the connection between us.

The fiery passion in her eyes stokes the burning desire within me. I want nothing more than to make her feel as good as she's made me feel—to bring her to such heights of pleasure that she cries out my name in sweet surrender.

The taste of her skin is intoxicating, and the sound of her gasps is music to my ears. I lean down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, swallowing her soft moans as I continue to move within her.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper into her warmth. I groan at the increased contact, feeling myself teetering on the edge of release.

“Meera,” I murmur, lost in the dark pools of desire that are her eyes. Like a drowning man drawn towards the surface, I fixate on them—letting them anchor me at the edge of complete surrender.

"I’m so close," she cries, her voice shaky with emotion and desire. Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me deeper into the intoxicating kiss. I oblige willingly, losing myself in her touch, her taste, and the sweet rhythm of our bodies meeting.

Every gasp she breathes out is like a song, luring me further into the depths of our shared ecstasy. I don't resist. I wouldn't even if I could. All I want is to make her feel as loved and cherished as she makes me feel at this moment.

Her nails dig into my back, leaving marks that will later serve as reminders of our wild passion. The pain is insignificant compared to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me at the sound of my name falling from her lips like a prayer.

“Say it again,” I whisper against her skin, provoking another gasp from her as I move within her. Her body arches towards mine in silent response, pressing us closer than before.

"Kavian," she moans my name once more, sending shivers down my spine and giving me a sense of affirmation like no other. Each utterance of my name brings us closer to the edge until we're teetering on the brink of oblivion.

Feeling her muscles tighten around me, I increase the pace. Her fingers dig deeper into my shoulders, anchoring herself to me as if afraid that we might drift apart amidst the crashing waves outside our cabin.

With one final thrust, we tumble over the edge together—our cries of pleasure echoing through the cabin. The world outside ceases to exist as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over us. It feels like time holds its breath for us, letting us revel in this shared moment of vulnerability and surrender.

As we come down from our high, cradled in each other's arms, nothing else matters. I drop my forehead onto hers, our shallow pants mingling with the sounds of the sea beyond.

Holding her close, I press a kiss to the crown of her head. Her soft sigh is drowned by the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull. I whisper a silent promise into the silence of the cabin, my heart pounding in accompaniment.

No matter what happens next, no matter how tumultuous our journey might be, we will always have this moment. A testament to our love, passion, and desire for each other—a beacon that will guide us through the darkest of storms.

As sleep gradually claims us, I hold her tighter against me. Drifting off to the rhythmic rocking of the boat and Meera's steady breathing in my ear, I realize with crystal clear certainty that I am irrevocably in love with this human woman. And no force on Aerasak can change that fact.

23

MEERA

“Well, that’s that then, I guess.”

I can see the mansion on the horizon, and know that we’ll be reaching it any moment. The sun is disappearing, leaving pink, violet, and crimson hues in the sky, the clouds black and maroon wisps.

If you had told me this was a hellscape, I would have called you a liar. As unnatural, horrifying, and desolate as Ikoth normally looks, on moments like these, if only briefly, I can see its beauty.

Still, the air is crisp and dry, and I am parched and exhausted.

“In a little bit, when the sun sets, the stars will dot the horizon in every conceivable hue,” Kavian says, looking over my shoulder through the open window.

The carriage rocks shakily, the zarryns trampling over fallen branches and debris from the storm.

“You could probably see it back home too, if you looked up. It’s just that the dark red skies bring out the sunlight a little better.”

His head looking over my shoulder, I rest my head against his.

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