Page 51 of The Oracle's Journey

I pulled one finger out and added a second, pushing them deep inside her.

Ozanna

I gasped and trembled and clutched the warm hand on my belly, trying to writhe. I reached out to the crown of his long silver hair trying to urge him back to work with his tongue, but he moved his head away before my fingers could gain purchase. He pressed his thumb against my clit instead, fingers still moving within me. My toes curled when he lightly bit my inner thigh. Then I yipped when he bit down harder, a little zing of excitement shot through me. Lhoris released the skin with a chuckle and placed a gentle kiss on the tender spot.

“I like it when you squeak,” he said. “But tell me if something is too much?”

So lost in sensation, it took a moment to process what he had asked. “Uhm, yeah … yes.”

He added a third finger, and the tension of my release started to build. Lhoris’ tongue swept back in and drove me to the edge. He suckled my clit and did not relent. His fingers curved into the front wall of my cunt while I clenched around them and gasped for air. It was all I could do to keep from screaming, worried about how the sound might carry through the chateau. I shuddered one last time and went limp as he withdrew.

There was just enough light that I could see his outline when he rose to his feet. A dark specter standing between my knees. He leaned over and put his hands on the mattress, caging my hips.

He shook his head and slowly prowled up my body. “That won’t do at all, Ozanna.”

My eyes went wide at those words, and I couldn’t help but scoot further back onto the large bed, as if part of me wanted to escape and enjoy being recaptured. It was thrilling, though I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant. He pinned me down with the weight of his body, the head of his cock pressed against the slick mess he’d made between my thighs.

“Don’t you ever hold back on your cries of pleasure,” he whispered hoarsely before nuzzling my throat, grazing over the skin there with his teeth. “I want to hear every gasp, whimper, and scream.”

He palmed one of my breasts and claimed my mouth again. He pinched the nipple, and I whimpered into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he looked down into my face and asked, “I haven’t frightened you?”

“Not in a bad way,” I answered. My body tingled oh so pleasantly with aftershocks and adrenaline.

His mouth curled into a nearly cruel version of his usual wicked grin.

“Good,” he said and moved against me, gliding in with one steady thrust.

I squeaked and clenched around him, letting that delightful stretch settle in after the shock of his abrupt thrust.

“Yes,” he hissed and shuddered against me. “Mm. Fuuuck, it’s like you were made for my cock, Ozanna.”

Then he moved ever so slowly to his next thrust. And the next. I made a petulant little groan and tried to urge him to go faster with my legs around his hips.

“Greedy. Wicked. Woman.” He taunted, paused his motion as he chastised me. “You tormented me this way last time. It’s my turn.”

It didn’t seem as though Lhoris could hold himself back as long as I had. Before long, his thrusts came fast and deep. I moaned his name as he brought me closer to the edge, yet again. He stopped with a groan. He paused to catch his breath and suckled my nipple, contemplating, savoring. I shivered and slid my fingers into his hair, humming happily as he did, teeth grazing over the peak.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he whispered breathlessly. “I don’t want to finish before I’m ready and you had me so, so close. You have my word that I’ll make you come again, though.” He nuzzled and caressed my breasts and I saw the flash of his eyes when he glanced up at me. “But don't hold back this time,” he purred.

Then, much like he did with my thigh earlier, he worked his way down my chest. He lavished the delicate flesh of each breast with licks, kisses and gentle nips, then my belly, lingering over the ticklish spots he found along the way. He pinned my hands down by my sides and delighted in the way I squirmed and giggled. I occasionally caught the flash of light in his pupils, as though he was peering up to watch my reactions. Then he once again set to teasing and tasting and probing inside me with his fingers.

I climbed again almost at once. My fingers clutched his hair and urged him on. He sucked my clit and sent me shooting off to the stars. My cry was a guttural scream, lacking any dignity or restraint. But I was too lost in bliss to care.

When I came back down to my shuddering body, Lhoris was caressing my thighs and hips. I could hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke. “Thank you for humoring me. Would you like it if I took you from behind?” He offered so politely I almost giggled.

“Oh, gods, yes,” I moaned and rolled over.

Lhoris dug his fingers into my hips, drawing me up to meet him. Once seated, he moaned—a sound so raw and sinful I thought I might come again. His hand slid up the nape of my neck, into my hair, clutching it at the root and gave it a firm pull, forcing me to lift my chest off the mattress. I luxuriated in the fullness, the depth, and the friction as he moved, thrusting with abandon.

He tugged my hair again, urging me nearly upright and snaked an arm across my chest to grab the opposite shoulder, pulling me into his thrusts. I’d never been taken so hard before. So recklessly. So shamelessly.

I loved it.

Lhoris’ rhythm faltered and his breaths came in ragged gasps and grunts. He clutched me hard against his chest and cut loose a guttural groan. I felt the throb of his cock as he spilled into me, slightly rolling his hips in time with each surge of seed. I fell forward onto my hands when he released his grasp. He curled over to cover me, resting his forehead between my shoulder blades while we both gasped for air.

I lowered myself to the mattress and turned onto my side. He hovered above me on his hands and knees, but it was too dark to see his face. So, I summoned my pitiful fairy light. He peered back at me with such emotion—so much at one time that I couldn’t name them all . Love, relief, joy … that fear again. It felt almost voyeuristic to glimpse it in the naked vulnerability of the moment.

I reached up, brushed a lock of hair behind his ear and caressed his cheek. “Are you okay?”

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